Fields Of Mistria Scenarios - Part 1 (March/Balor/Eiland (separated))
Anime:
(Death note, Haikyuu, Hunter Hunter, Kuroko no basket, Naruto, One Punch Man, Prince of stride, Sk8 the infinitty, Run wity the wind, One Piece (ONLY SERIAL))
nothing here yet...
And more:
(Marvel, Harry Potter, Chronicles of Narnia) - special, rare occasions
nothing here yet...
(top vibe) male reader
fluff/angst
Mainly: male character x male reader
Aside : female character x male reader
no plots involving kids, unless I feel like it - We still have our whole lives ahead of us! - Readers
Pending requests:
? (ok there is 5 but still thinking)
WORKING ON:
req: Scar x coworker reader; Garra x baker reader;
mine: neko!Rover x reader; Qiuyuan&Geshu Lin x reader; Suisui x reader;
do you hate the word ‘the’? i’ve noticed in your works that some sentences don’t sound right when read and it’s because it’s missing the word ‘the’
I'm not English native speaker and I'm self-taught; my knowledge doesn't come from school. In my language something that fulfills the role of "the" doesn't exist at all. So for us, it just doesn't make sense and is rather useless. And for me personally, most sentences with "the" ,,don't sound right"
Hii! Not sure if you take requests rn but I rlly love your writing!! I was just thinking about Scar with a bit of an enemies to lovers dynamic with m!reader (who's his co-worker) but it's mostly on readers part always being pissed off at Scar (because Scar always kind of annoys the living crap out of him bc it's funny to him and because he has a crush on reader)
And like reader is sure he hates him but then one day Scar gets hurt while on a mission together and reader realises he's kind of worried about this annoying idiot now (and that he actually does care aboout him) and he has to patch him up but Scar is like kinda flirting with him the entire time..
Co-worker Scar Enemies To Lovers
Scar x malereader;
personally, I'm not that hyped for Scar so I'm not writing about him on my own. I mean, I love his personality but maybe fraccidus style of clothes just doesn't speak to me? Maybe too much red?
Still, I was really hyped for this req! I really liked this idea. Coworkers-enemies-to-lovers trope and all that. So I couldn’t wait for college to give me a little break
Thank you so much for the compliment! Thought, whenever someone says they like my writing style, I always end up creating something that’s somehow not in my style… [*] sorrrry
Scar was… special. That’s for sure. He was exceptional at getting on your nerves. Right from the very first day you started working together. You didn’t really like anyone at Fractsidus. They weren’t people you could trust. And as if that weren’t enough, most of them had… rather peculiar worldviews and disturbing obsessions. You’d have gladly sent them all to a good psychiatric facility. But money was money. Dirty or clean. As long as there was plenty of it, that was enough for you. Though you weren’t sure if there was enough to make up for the company of... this individual.
He was so damn loud and troublesome. He always had to be the center of attention, which never made your missions any easier. He also liked to talk a lot. Too much. Your ears bled at the sound of his squawking. And what's more, he didn’t know the meaning of phrase “personal space.” He was always a few inches too close to you. Clinging dangerously to your arm with his sticky little paws.
Whenever you tried to vent to your other coworkers, they always brushed off your complaints. And what’s worse, they actually started to admire him. “Oh, he’s so handsome- So tall! So strong!” Their eyes lit up at the mere mention of his name. When you tried to understand his phenomenon, you concluded, based on rumors, that he was apparently a master at flirting with others. Though you personally didn’t really recall any situations that fit this description. Or rather… maybe he did flirt sometimes but it always turned out so clumsily. It was like watching some awkward teenager trying to talk to a girl for the first time. His jokes were never quite on point and he’d always get embarrassed quickly. At least when you were alone. In the company of strangers, he’d get some sudden burst of inspiration but even then, it didn’t make much of an impression on you. Much more often, he’d annoy you and pick on you. He’d talk back to you, bicker, question your strategies and never follow orders. Not to mention the constant pushing and those seemingly innocent slaps.
Everyone at headquarters knew you two were a explosive mix. Although they weren’t exactly sure what really made being in the same room with you two a recipe for a serious migraine. You also didn’t understand why he liked so much to annoy you. Maybe it was because he couldn’t stand you? And that’s why he didn’t treat you the same way he treated others? Although he didn’t really have much reason to... You only started arguing with him and snapping back because of his unbearable behavior. Unless it was because you were too boring for him… After all, he kept mentioning it every day.
Now he was also babbling something in your ear. Though you didn’t pay much attention to it. And seeing your target move, you waved off the bothersome fly known as Scar and jumped up from your bar stool. You set your drink down on a narrow round table and mindlessly followed the stranger. Unaware that you were walking straight towards club’s VIP area. Until a pumped-up bodyguard blocked your path to the stairs, with a firm, unimpressed face...
You swallowed hard. You could have taken him down without much trouble. Aside from a bunch of muscles, he didn’t look like someone with forte. But you were supposed to keep a low profile… Stupid Scar had to distract you, as usual. You easily blamed your partner and desperately started to look for an excuse.
-Ah, darling! There you are!
You felt someone suddenly throw their arm around your neck and pull you closer to their body. Scar’s cologne hit your nostrils and you shuddered in distaste.
-Sorry about him- He’s already had a few drinks-
Scar smiled apologetically at the bodyguard, throwing him a quick wink. Man just nodded dismissively. Clearly more relaxed and used to drunk customers.
You let Scar pull you in the opposite direction, while your target disappeared in the sea of women seated on a tufted sofas.
-We need to wait for a better moment -Scar whispered in your ear, without letting go.
And for once, you were exceptionally grateful to fate for his presence and his unusually non-irritating voice.
Even if his strategy didn’t necessarily appeal to you and affectionate nickname brought an unpleasant grimace on your face...
The place you found to spend the night was a typical old apartment in an abandoned block on the outskirts of town. It blended in perfectly with the surrounding buildings and gave you the best chance of hiding from the pursuers sent after you.
-All clear upstairs! How about you?
-Kitchen and living room clear -you shouted back, after throwing one last glance at the old, rotten furniture
Smell of dampness and moldy walls hung in the air but didn’t seem as dangerous as what was lurking outside.
-Everything locked up? -you asked, hearing the stairs creak beneath Scar’s feet as he came down
-Sure thing, partner. It’s not my first rodeo
You nodded. Not that you really cared about what else he wanted to say.
-I see you’ve already covered all the windows? -he added in an unnaturally calm voice
-Yeah, yeah-... You got the package? I need to check if it survived the trip with you
Scar just snorted in response and unusually held back from further comment. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t because he’d actually damaged what you’d fought so hard to seize. A ton of wasted ammo and a bunch of unnecessary bruises.
Exhausted, you brushed a thick layer of dust off a stool and sat down in front of a wooden kitchen table. Meanwhile Scar placed a small box in front of you. You mumbled something vaguely resembling a thank you as he walked off somewhere behind you.
-You’re acting strange. The last time you were this obedient was when you secretly stole my motorcycle and scratched it. If something really happened to this package-
Slowly, your patience wore thin and you almost raised your voice. Anything out of the ordinary was never a good sign, so you quickly reached for the package. At first glance, little black box seemed pretty much intact. Not even a scratch. Lock also showed no signs of any attempts to open it. But just to be sure, you turned the box over and red fingerprints appeared before your eyes. Definitely not a decorative feature...
Only then did it hit you-
You instantly turned your head back. Shot a desperate glance toward your partner. And eagerly scanned his figure, trying to find the culprit.
Trembling hand clung stubbornly to the opposite arm, pressing it as tightly as possible against his side. When fresh, scarlet blood seeped between his snow-white, bony fingers.
-What the fuck happened to your arm?!
With a loud bang you jumped up from your chair and found yourself by Scar’s side in a split second.
Man flinched at your reaction. Normally he was impressed by the fear you struck in your opponents but you rarely lashed out like that at him. Even when he really got on your nerves, your tone wasn’t this loud.
-Shh… don’t make such a scene or you’ll expose us
You rolled your eyes. Was he serious? He was bleeding out right in front of you!
You grabbed his arm, ignoring his protests. With difficulty, you pulled away the hand he was desperately trying to use for covering his wound.
-Don’t worry, it’s not that deep -he laughed through clenched teeth
-Don’t bullshit me right now
You growled, taking a closer look at the red stain with a tear in his ripped clothes. A obvious bullet hole. You yanked his body, ignoring his hiss. Desperately tried to spot another hole on the other side of his shoulder. There was none.
-Fuck. It’s stuck
-You say so? -he laughed- Well... Then bad news, mate. Because I think-... I think that I may be allergic to metal-
He tried to joke but you saw his muscles suddenly go limp. How he became almost a liquid substance in your hands- How he instantly slipped from your grasp-
At the last moment, you grabbed him around the waist, trying to keep him from falling. Scar slowly closed his heavy eyelids, trying to escape from all the overwhelming sensations.
Terrified, you looked around, searching for help. Any idea- Plan- Solution- Time was ticking away and you were only getting more frustrated.
You gritted your teeth and with a quick, decisive movement, placed your partner against the wall.
-Don’t you dare close your eyes!
You shouted in a demanding manner, allowing no objection. Scar however, had never liked being too cooperative. And now he had no reason to pretend anymore.
-There’s nothing I can do... Your boring look always makes me so sleepy -he grinned playfully and you saw how his white fangs contrasted with the red liquid.
Fuck. Here too?
-I’ve told you so many times to bite your tongue but you never did. Yet here you couldn’t resist just to annoy me?!
He chuckled. That fucking joker could never stay serious.
-You know how much I like following your orders~
Scar's playful voice loved to tickle your eardrums.
-You could’ve bitten your tongue off!
He opened his eyelids widely and looked straight into your eyes. Piercing deep into your very own soul- Scar took a breath as if stunned and then pretended to come to realization.
-Ah-... I’m so sorry, partner, that I couldn’t control my pain. I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you were looking for a hideout. You always silence me during those times
You grimaced. He was right... It was your fault... If only you hadn’t rushed ahead of him as usual, unwilling to match his pace- If only you’d given Scar at least one single glance to check on him- Maybe if you hadn’t ignored him and his panting so much, it wouldn’t have come to this...
Good thing that at least now your attempts to distract him were working. As you spoke, he focused all his attention on your words. He stayed awake and didn’t even hear as you yanked your first-aid kit out of the equipment. With trembling hands you nearly broke little metal box upon opening it. Even clattering against the tiles or scraping of instruments in urgent search didn't made itself known. Until he felt it on himself- Cold tip of blade slicing through the fabric of his clothes. Sudden tearing of his sleeve, costing him a painful cry. Dried blood and damaged tissue had already begun to stick to the cloth.
Scar almost reached for the wound, wanting to rub the sore spot but you quickly slapped his hand away, pushing it aside.
He could only look at you with reproach, genuinely hurt by the pain you’d caused him. His pouting lips and glassy eyes even stirred your conscience… But only for a second. You dismissed those thoughts quickly.
-Are you not even going to apologize?
-Don’t be a baby
Offended, he turned away. Yet he still couldn’t count on any coaxing. You hurriedly left him in order to explore the contents of old kitchen cabinets. Loud slamming of drawers and shuffling on shelves made him even more upset.
Well, now at least Scar really had a right to be angry...
-Hungry? -he scoffed
-It’s for you, moron...
-So you're making all this noise, which draw everyone’s attention to us, just for me?
-I’m trying to save your life!
-Well, you’re not doing a very good job of it-
Fuck. What have you done to deserve a partner like that?
You gritted your teeth trying to stay quiet and went back to him with a bottle of vodka. Maybe he was a little right...
But you couldn’t control yourself. It was the first time you’d found yourselves in such a dire situation. First time you’d been so worried- This guy had a talent for slipping out of situations like this unscratched. So why, now, of all times, when you were so far from base and without a medic nearby, did he have to run out of luck?
-Ugh, gross -he shuddered at the sight of huge spiderweb covering the glass
-Really? Looks just like you
You smiled with great satisfaction and Scar send you a freezing stare. However before he could say anything, a whimpering hiss escaped his throat. Wound stinged from contact with high-proof brew.
-You don’t hold back on alcohol
-At least you’re not dozing off anymore
You took a closer look at his shoulder. Broken skin surrounded a dirty, dark void while streams of blood wrapped around man’s entire arm. Dark marks and traces of dug-in fingernails showed how desperately he’d tried to stop the bleeding.
-Maybe I should give you something to chew on so you won’t bite your tongue off? -you hesitated
-Relax, I’ve almost done it already. Once a day is enough
You instinctively shot him a worried look and Scar took it with surprise.
-Don’t worry. Really, I’ll control myself -he reassured you, caught off guard by your sudden, sincere outpouring- But now, could we finally move on to it? It's starting to wear me out
You nodded and with a confident motion grabbed the tongs. You swallowed one last time, trying to gather your courage. Everything you’d done so far had been fueled by the adrenaline rush. But now… Now you had to focus.
You dipped the tool into a sticky flesh, which made an unpleasant sound. Scar flinched slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw how hopelessly he was clenching his eyelids. How he was tensing every muscle in his face. How hard he was trying not to think about the pain.
You felt a sting. Genuine concern.
You told yourself it was only because he was your partner. That you had a mission to complete and that it would be harder for you on your own. Especially with the burden of carrying an injured body. Deep down however, a different feeling flickered within you. A faint glimmer of genuine worry and affection. Devastating perspective of losing the buzzing of that pesky insect.
You’d gotten used to him. To how he always had your back. How well he knew your movements and fighting routine. How perfectly he could adapt to you. How he’d compliment you in front of others, taking pleasure and pride in their jealous glances. How he’d immediately backtrack on his words the moment the two of you were alone. How, when losing his cool, he’d throw lame insults and stick out his tongue, trying to end an awkward conversation. How he’d always get you both into trouble, just so he could later laugh joyfully on top of his lungs as you saved you both. The way he always let his guard down because he believed in you and trusted you completely. The way he put his life in your hands...
And you failed to protect it.
-I didn’t know you were such a crybaby -you finally announced, tossing the bullet aside and bandaging the wound as quickly as possible
Luckily, you’d done this before in the army, back before you even started working for Fractsidus. And bullet itself had lodged in an exceptionally convenient spot.
-Want it as a souvenir? -you pointed to the bullet, which had splattered the tiles with bright red blood
However Scar didn’t seem convinced by the idea. He was genuinely offended by the bullet for daring to cause him so much suffering.
-I’d better leave it with you. So you’ll always remember me. Just maybe not when you’re pleasuring yourself -he said, showing you his wounded tongue
-Too bad. I don't need any extras to imagine you beneath me
You snapped back almost playfully and Scar froze. Whenever you reached that inappropriate level of joking, it always ended badly for him... He always started hoping for too much.
It was a good thing that instead of looking at his embarrassed face, you focused on the source of his pain. And before the piece of metal could roll too far away, you slipped it into your pants pocket.
-What? Cat got your tongue?
Scar couldn’t admit his defeat so easily. Yet he ignored your earlier remarks and took a closer look at your handiwork.
-Ow... Just a regular bandage? Aren’t you going to heroically rip open your shirt and use it to treat my wound?
-You can dream. I’m not going back to base naked just to fulfill your wet dreams
-Well, so maybe at least a kiss to ease up the pain?
You rolled your eyes. Typical Scar. But at least he was still himself. Always by your side... You grabbed the bandage again, wanting to adjust it a bit more and maybe bring a slight wince to your partner’s face... You tightened the fabric a little more.
And ran your hand gently over it, as if trying to smooth it out-
Then you leaned in-...
...leaving a light brush of your lips on it.
-Better?
You looked up, awaiting approval.
It was supposed to be just a joke. A way to lighten the mood. Some sign of support during a painful experience. But when you saw his panicked gaze and his crimson cheeks-...
Did he always react like that?
You were mesmerized by his facial expressions. That betrayed look on his face, as if you’d just taken his purity away without asking. Even though he was the one who’d been tempting you from the start...
You cleared your throat. That sight was dangerous. You were starting to feel embarrassed yourself and your face was burning with an unusual heat. You quickly dismissed all the intrusive thoughts telling you how good Scar looked in that color and how much more often you’d like to see him like that. You looked away.
-Well...
What the hell were you supposed to say now? Your advanced training definitely hadn’t prepared you for this type of situations.
-We should get some sleep… Yeah, definitely! Sleep! -you tried to clear your nervous voice- You lost a lot of blood, you need to recover
You bounced up to your feet as if incredibly pleased with your idea and Scar just looked at you as if you were insane.
-When I said I’d sleep with you in the same bedroom, I meant it for safety reasons, not to be your pillow
-Oh, shut up -he purred, burying his head deeper into your shoulder- Don’t get the wrong idea, I just see you as a big heater. You said it yourself, I lost a lot of blood and I require attention~
You sighed, feeling defeated.
-I didn’t use those exact words
-Tomayto, tomahto- I was shot and nearly killed! Maybe I’m not hearing so well
-You always hear only what you want to hear -you acknowledged tiredly
Though, strangely enough… weight of his head on your body and persistent grip around your elbow didn’t really bother you that much. You could even… kind of get used to it.
-... Just-... Go to sleep now. It’s been a tough day...
-Why? Were you worried about me? - he tilted his head hopefully and looked at you with sparkling eyes.
-Me? Worried about you? Nah, never
You shook your head stubbornly, trying to get rid off those visions and avoid making eye contact with your partner. Scar giggled, clearly delighted
-Aww... you did, you definitely did!
-I don’t know what you’re talking about
-Hmm… and I have to admit, this version of you really suits you… You know, you worrying about me~
-I wasn't worried about you
You tried to sound firm but man didn’t seem to pick up on it. In fact, he ignored all your complaints.
-Those tense muscles of yours sticking out under your tight black T-shirt? And that focused look on your face? You were so hot!
You cried out in embarrassment, hiding your face under your bent arm.
-Aww but don’t be shy~
-I preferred you tired and frightened -you cut him off, causing a grimace to instantly appear on his face- And let me remind you, we were supposed to go to sleep
-You’re no fun at all! And I can’t just fall asleep like that-...
-Why? Do you need a bedtime story? An hour ago, your eyelids were closing on their own
He rolled his eyes. Something he learned from you.
-Ye... I’ll pass, thank you very much. A quick game of poker should do the trick~
You laughed and shook your head firmly, rejecting the idea.
-No, absolutely not. You always cheat
-Whaaat? Me? Never! Have you ever caught me doing that?
You shot him a meaningful look. Seriously?
Scar got unusually flustered and giggled shyly.
-Then maybe I’ll play solitaire and you can keep me company?
-Alright -you sighed, too exhausted to negotiate any further
White-haired man jumped up vigorously and sat down on a mattress. With a skillful movement, he summoned a deck of cards from his sleeve. It shimmered before your eyes, rising smoothly upward and twirling playfully in the air. Scar admired his collection with childlike joy. As red and black sparks danced among beautifully decorated cards that shuffled themselves in the air. Meanwhile you, watched in fascination his broad smile and little twinkle in his eyes... Warmth spread through your body as the pleasant sound of cards shuffling soothed your senses...
Without thinking, you moved behind the man and rested your chin on his shoulder. And Scar, too focused on a game that was just beginning, didn’t even notice. Maybe-… Maybe you could close your eyes for just five minutes…
who passed their exams? Me! Me me me! Finally, I can get started on that req about Scara I’ve been wanting to write for so long... but first, a little bit of Luuk. Actually, that was the first a/b/o post I ever wrote but didn’t have enough brain power to translate it before others
When Luuk’s friend group suggested renting an apartment together for the duration of their studies, he thought it was a great idea. Freedom from nagging parents, splitted rent, shared meals, long gaming marathons, huge house parties and no weird, random roommates. Plenty of opportunities to create remarkable memories, experience remarkable adventures and cross a few things off the bucket list. All of this without any responsibilities or obligations. An idealistic chance to make your own decisions. In the best company of people you’ve known since being a kid. What could possibly go wrong?
As it quickly turned out, there was a lot. And surprisingly, Luuk wasn't referring to the reality check they had experienced after a month of living together. That one about which their grumpy parents were right. Spending your favorite part of a day with someone isn't the same as living with that same person under one roof twenty four on seven. Everyone had their own habits, priorities and quirks. Unwanted dishes piling up in the sink, loud music, unwashed clothes scattered about, marathons in the living room at bedtime hours and vacuuming at the crack of dawn quickly began to get in the way. Groups of clean freaks and filthy slobs began to form. Night owls and early birds. Introverts and extroverts.
Yet that wasn’t the worst of it. Strangely enough, they managed to resolve these issues rather fast. Of course, after throwing a few juicy insults and lines like “you’re not my mother.”
After all, they’d gotten used to each other over more than a decade of friendship. To everyone’s peculiar quirks. There was also no beating around the bush. They were fine with pointing out each other’s bad habits. And they were understanding enough to try and adapt for the people they cared for.
There was something else that got on Luuk’s nerves more…
Oh no! My feet are freezing! Luuk struggled to bite his tongue and stop himself from mocking Rover out loud. He watched with disgust as you and Rover were now cuddling on the couch under a thick blanket. Or at least that’s how it looked from Luuk’s perspective... To you, it might have just been an innocent request from Rover to share the blanket on a chilly evening. But Luuk immediately searched for hidden meaning. Especially since you and Rover kept bursting into laughter every few seconds. With shoulders not even inch apart. Luuk couldn't believe that it was only because of your shared desire to rest your feet on a coffee table, pilled with trash.
Omegas clung to you like bees to a honeycomb. Though it was hardly surprising... You weren’t like other alphas. You were like a peaceful sanctuary. A place where everyone wanted to relax and settle in for a while. Knowing that no one would judge them and they would be safe there. Your very own aura were enough give off such illusion. But it wasn’t just that that shaped your reputation. Above all, it was your actions. You never forced your preferences on anyone. You didn’t try to dominate any omegas. Nor did you resort to cheap tricks to try to win their favor. You gave them time and let them think things through when they had trouble making decisions. You were patient and understanding. And you genuinely wanted to listen to them. Unlike most alphas with a superiority complex who viewed omegas as inferior.
Also you didn’t let yourself get easily riled up. Always resolved conflicts with common sense and through conversation. Even in the most intense moments, you were able to refrain from lashing out at your opponent.
You were able to control yourself and your scent to an almost abnormal degree compared to other alphas. Rumors spread around the university told stories about you saving more than one omega who’d been backed into a corner. Not through fighting. But simply by gripping arrogant alpha's wrist and giving him a firm, icy stare. An authority befitting only a dominant alpha.
Gentle giant. That’s exactly how Luuk described you. Although at that particular moment, your behavior seemed extremely inappropriate and unpleasant to him. He even felt like letting out his claws and tearing you into shreds. Though it was hard for him to decide who he hated more - you or omega beside you.
Deep down, he knew you weren’t doing anything wrong. That you didn’t have “bad” intentions. Those kinds of intentions. Given how oblivious and comfortable you and Rover could be around other genders, watching a movie together under one blanket was definitely not an attempt to hit on anyone. And if Luuk had wanted to, he could just as easily have joined you two right now and accidentally brush your leg with his every now and then....
But the very idea that you considered it no big deal and freely engaged in such activities with others drove him crazy. To him, it was a big deal... If he were in Rover’s place right now, he’d consider this moment one of the most romantic in the world and would have to be careful not to let his heart leap out of his chest.
Frustrated, he gritted his sharp teeth and dug his claws into an armrests of his chair, leaving ten small holes in leather. Luuk had long since lost interest in the movie. He had only one image in his head... He even felt like doing a little omega courting himself. But he didn’t have much of a clue about what to try. And he certainly wouldn’t resort to that level of cheap flirting.
-Luuk? - you asked suddenly, realizing your friends absence.
Quite worried, you quickly ran through all the possible solutions that might cheer him up a little.
-Would you like some popcorn? I’m gonna get some-
Aww... how could he be mad at you when you were smiling at him so sweetly and innocently?
This loose omega- If it weren’t for the fact that Luuk was too dignified for that, he would’ve definitely let out a growl. He came into the kitchen just to get some tea. But he ended up sneakily peeking at his two friends, who were being a little too friendly with each other once again. Maybe standing with his back turned and seeing things only out of the corner of his eye wasn’t the best vantage point but it was enough to notice how you were wiping Rover’s face with a tissue. If omega didn’t know how to eat, he’d better not touch chopsticks at all. And not “look for excuses to get your attention”. Luuk silently thanked his lucky stars that kitchen island separated him from your table. Otherwise, he didn’t know what he would have done. This was already the tenth time this month he’d felt like kicking Rover out of your shared apartment. And it wasn’t just about him... You felt far too comfortable with all your other roommates as well. Be it omegas or betas. Whenever they asked for help, you immediately rushed to their rescue. Has Xiangli Yao been neglecting himself ever since he got absorbed in new game? You’re already on your way with a frozen vanilla latte. Is Mortefii struggling with his project? You’re more than happy to help him gather materials. Has Aalto gotten mixed up in some shady business again? You’ll scare off the suspicious individuals. You were like that for everyone. Except for Luuk. Well, maybe that’s because he was the only one who didn’t ask and didn’t seem interested...
Shameless. Luuk snorted, clenching his fist tighter around the cardboard box and crushing it completely.
But hold on-
He shouldn’t be calling his friend names like that... Rover definitely wasn’t some promiscuous omega... What was happening to Luuk? He definitely had to pull himself together...
He bit his lower lip and turned his head towards you, finally looking at you openly. He gave you a longing glimpse. But you didn’t notice him...
Or at least that’s what Luuk assumed. Surprisingly, you felt eyes on yourself. Mostly because they belonged to someone very special. You turned towards Luuk yourself and gave him a warm smile. At that, young man’s heart immediately did a flip. At the last moment, he stopped himself from grasping his chest and held onto a tabletop so he wouldn’t slide onto a floor.
Unaware of the effect you were having on him, you tilted your head slightly to the side and furrowed your brow in question. Maybe he wanted to say something?
Luuk, carried away by the flow, decided to finally take the initiative. Maybe all that frustration had finally gotten the better of him...
-[M/Nnn]~ -he whined sweetly- Could you help me reach the honey? It’s too high...
You jumped up immediately, almost knocking the chair behind you. A startled Rover looked at you slightly concerned. But before he could even ask if everything was okay, you were already standing next to Luuk. It was hard to get your attention when you swayed happily from side to side. Clasping your hands behind your back and gazing lovely at the blond-haired omega. Completely focused on Luuk, like an obedient little dog waiting for just any signal to act.
It was hard to even describe your happiness but it radiated from you so brightly that it was easy to feel. A wide smile, stretching almost from ear to ear. Blinding with the glow of your white fangs. Luuk would have chuckled at this feeling touched, if he hadn’t just slipped into the role of a competitor.
A rivalry in which he was the only one participating… Because Rover quickly went back to scrolling through Instagram during dinner.
Luuk was a very independent omega. He always preferred to do everything on his own, thereby wanting to prove his worth. He rarely asked for your help. And once you moved in together, he stopped doing that entirely... You had to admit that your inner wolf felt very distressed by this. After all, helping Luuk always made your alpha feel the most fulfilled and satisfied.
-Where is it? - you asked in a seemingly low voice yet unusually eager.
Luuk decided to brush a strand of his hair back. And you watched intently as his long, slender, snow-white fingers smoothed the silky strands. With a slow, precise motion. And later how the same hand -almost sacred in your eyes- pointed to a small glass jar on top of a highest shelf. It was probably there because no one had used it since your parents’ visit. Including Luuk...
While you were hunting for honey, Luuk took the opportunity to discreetly size you up. Your large silhouette cast a shadow over him and blocked the light coming from the center of a room. It was as if you were trapping his petite form in a blind alley and tightening your embrace around him as if he were a helpless victim. Claustrophobic circumstances made your friend's breathing quicken. Though his reaction wasn't really due to a fear but rather an attempt to keep a straight face in front of someone he was drawn to. Luuk realized all over again just how tall you were. He had to tilt his head back and look up at you from below. At such a close distance, the effect gave a completely different impression. You became so intimidating... Luuk rarely listened to his omega. But now he fully understood what it meant to want to submit to an alpha...
He discreetly swallowed his saliva and quickly turned his back to you. Lowering his gaze to the mug sitting on a counter. A delicate strawberry blush crept onto his cheeks while his pulse quickened dangerously.
Yet situation was only getting worse. He felt as you approached him... Standing right behind him... Your subtle scent growing stronger and teasing his nostrils. You were practically pressing against his body. Wrapping yourself around him. Despite clothes separating you, Luuk could feel how every single spot where you touched begin to heat up. Thrown off his natural calm, he quickly clenched his hips. Stressed by continued disruption, which didn’t decrease as you leaned over him with your arm outstretched. Standing slightly on your toes to reach for something that normally wouldn’t be accessible without a stool. You even began to gently rest your weight on Luuk’s back and this sent a clear message to his omega that felt overwhelmed.
However once you reached your goal, you quickly stepped back. Standing tall, with your chest thrust forward. Extremely proud of yourself for being able to help an omega through his free will. This omega...
Luuk seemed to snap back to reality. He tensed up quickly and rolled his eyes. Typical. Stupid alpha. You were all the same. Simple-minded. Your instincts kicked easily at the sight of a "vulnerable omega ".
Without even waiting for a second, Luuk tightened his grip on the mug and turned on his heel. Leaving the kitchen as quickly as possible. Leaving you alone....
Dumbfounded.
With an unopened jar of honey in your hands...
-Oh... thank you~
Luuk smiled sweetly as he took the steaming mug from you. He inhaled its aroma with delight. But got slightly surprised in the process, sensing a unique ingredient in it... Drinking hot tea with honey while lying under a blanket late at night. Beside a crackling fireplace and with snow falling outside the window. That’s exactly how he always described your scent. It seemed so warm to him-... Soothing-... Providing a sense of security and sweet coziness all at once. It wasn’t just a vision of a perfect home that enveloped his senses as he breathed you in. Your pheromones really did smell like black tea sweetened with nectar. With a hint of heavy ash. And a dark aura of mystery provided by the dim light of the late hour.
Delighted Luuk settled more comfortably on a sofa, trying not to get tangled up in a fluffy blanket. His mood was rather different from yours but you tried not to show it. Especially when out of habit you suggested a movie night on Friday. Words just slipped out before you had a chance to think. Despite your weekend tradition, spending the evening together probably wasn’t a good idea. Not when the rest of your group had gone back to their family homes, a party, or locked themselves in their rooms, declaring firmly that they wouldn’t come out until they’d beaten the final boss.
It definitely wasn’t a good idea when your alpha was feeling so rejected… You weren’t one hundred percent sure why recent events had gotten you down so much. But for the past two days, right up until tonight, your avoided the kitchen like a plague and asked Jiyan to bring all your meals to your room. Just the sight of those kitchen cabinets made you feel sad. You would have burst into tears if it weren’t for the fact that you hadn’t cried since kindergarten. When your stupid older brother convinced you that such behavior wasn’t suitable for an alpha.
You just wanted to help... After all, he asked you for it himself... Other omegas weren't so harsh... Only he always seemed so out of reach... But at the same time, he showed you tenderness whenever you needed it and took care of you and your whole little pack of friends. He held other omegas’ hair when they were throwing up in seedy bathroom at the bar. Cooked dinner for alphas when they got sick after a game in pouring rain. And with motherly care, he’d give them a light slap on the head as a warning. He explained difficult topics in sciences when Mortefii and Xiangli Yao had long since lost their patience. Let himself be dragged into silly board games even when others didn’t feel like it, just to bring a smile to one specific person’s face. And gave advice in tough situations, just like any older brother would.
Luuk was just so perfect. If only he’d let you take care of him-
Or at least not changed his mind after he’d already given you hope that you’d finally be able to be of some use. Even if it was something as silly as handing him an item...
You sat down heavily next to your friend. You set your drink aside, not really interested in staying hydrated. Of course it's not like you boiled the water just to have an excuse to make him something to warm up… You looked gloomily at the screen in front of you. Pixels displayed something that was most likely supposed to be a romantic comedy. You hadn’t expected this but for the sake of the situation, you tried to focus on the plot as best you could.
Completely unaware that right next to you, a battle of thoughts were also taking a place in your roommate’s mind.
After all, you were sitting next to each other. He’d finally gotten his chance. Luuk didn’t like cheap tricks or easy solutions. But then again, he could play to his strengths. He’d certainly do it better than other omegas, he believed he had more to offer. Though, you were probably too stupid to figure that out on your own... That’s why Luuk had to take pity on you and help you get on the right track. After all, who said the alpha has to make the first move? One had to move with times. Before you get snatched by someone else... Even if it costs Luuk a few points of dignity…
Maybe he’ll let you smell a little of his pheromones? After all, you used to like them. They always calmed you down on tough days at college. When sensory overload gave you migraines. When stress of trying to please everyone was overwhelming your body. When your rut was approaching and despite its severity, you couldn’t take time off until it actually started. You were never the type to ask for such things openly. But Luuk always noticed when something was wrong with your health and he knew you wouldn’t dare burden anyone else with it. He was the only one -as the oldest in your group- to whom you could open up and dare to reveal your weaknesses. Even if those situations were very rare.
That’s when something clicked inside him. He remembered those circumstances… He also remembered his jealousy.
He ran his claws over his favorite porcelain mug -the one you’d specially chosen for him- and fixed his gaze on you. Instinctively, you felt it right away. You turned your head toward him and despite your gloomy mood, managed to force your usual smile. The one you’d always saved exclusively for him. A pleasant warmth immediately spread through Luuk’s chest. His omega felt noticed. And there was nothing better than the attention of an alpha you liked. But Luuk didn’t let himself be fooled by the sudden rush of endorphins. With a quick wave he brushed aside his omega’s excitement and handed you the half-empty cup. You quickly set it down on a coffee table, right next to yours. Eagerly seizing any opportunity to live up to his expectations. Even if you’d been rejected recently...
-...alpha- your ears perked up
You immediately tensed up and stared at Luuk with wide eyes. That melodious, welcoming and coaxing voice. Quiet, confident- as if wanting to draw attention and persuade you to choose him. Certain of his success.
You felt shivers similar to those an alpha feels at his omega’s purring. All your worries and doubts flew out the window. Sudden calm and fulfillment washed over you, nicely tickling your insides. At the same time your senses were racing like crazy. You feared you’d misheard. But you couldn’t have- Not at a moment like this.
That word had a special meaning. Especially when spoken that way-… Especially by an unmarked omega-…
-I'm cold~
He finally finished in a tempting voice and you practically growled. He was clearly toying with you.
-You’ve never called me that before…
-Am I not supposed to? - he tilted his head to the side in question, faking his innocence
He took great pleasure in being able to evoke all those reactions within you.
-Not when we’re friends…
Luuk pretended to think about it for a moment. And you stared at him with anticipation. As if held back by a thin line. Unaware of how this sudden, unexpected situation might unfold.
-Then court me, alpha~
He smiled flirtatiously and you were done for.
It was like an impulse. A spark lit up in your eyes. Your drowsiness faded away. Instinct took control. And with abnormal, wolf-like speed, you crossed the distance between you.
You didn’t break eye contact. Faces inches apart. Scents mixed. You blindly grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the headrest.
-What did you say?
You asked urgently and Luuk laughed, touched by it. In the end it was so easy to rile you up. Even you could lose your cool when you cared about someone. He was so pleased with himself. Why did he wait so long to try this?
-You should be a good alpha - he said suddenly, truly amused. Cooling your enthusiasm - Well? Chop chop- I only asked for a little warmth~
Right. Warmth. Your omega was cold... You should have provided him with some heat right away.
You moved closer, wanting to cover Luuk with your whole body but he seemed to have a slightly different idea.
Blonde beauty giggled and then shook his head dismissively.
Oh, Jue, he always chuckled so adorably… Deep inside, your alpha was practically humming with delight. He was as excited as a puppy that had just been rubbed on a belly.
-Alpha… you’re not listening - he pointed out as the distance between you decreased and pressure on his delicate wrists grew - I’d rather not have any bruises and we are gonna miss the show
Oh…
That’s all of the attention…
Your imaginary ears drooped, “tail” stopped wagging and corners of your mouth went down. With a heavy head, you slipped along Luuk's chest until you land onto a blanket covering his lap.
Big bad wolf quickly turned into a sad, dejected little puppy. Luuk couldn't help but comfort you. As a good omega would. He let you lie down more comfortably along the couch and then ran one of his hands through your disheveled hair. Despite your wounded pride, you grunted with satisfaction at the pleasant massage
Luuk placed his other hand next to your face. So as to not block your view, yet still provide you with a comforting stroke across your cheek. Before he could do that however, you stuck out your tongue and began to gently and meticulously lick his wrist. In an apologetic gesture. You hoped it didn’t hurt him and that he wouldn’t be mad at you… You didn’t like letting your animal instincts get the better of you-
hi! just for future reference, the term "eskimo" is actually considered a slur by the inuit people! i know you might not have meant any harm by using the phrase "eskimo kisses" or anything, but if you could refrain from using words like that going forward, it'd be appreciated greatly🫶🏽🫶🏽
I used it it as a raw translation from my own country because in my native language its a really sweet to thing to say. Like saying this is a really really cute, someone could say that even too sweet, often used with kids and etc. Sincere and affectionate way of showing love. Maybe it's because we don't have any bad experiences with Intuits and it never even crossed our minds to try to offend them while talking about them. If we have little contact with a particular group or country, or if we live far away from them, we don't update names. And tbh, this saying is probably the only situation where we mention them "out of blue" and it's a way of showing our appreciation for them. After all, we can identify them with enormous love. None of these words, either individually or together, evokes negative associations. If what you are saying is the case then sorry and thanks for letting me know because i have never heard of that. Though i had completely pure intentions when doing this and sometimes i like to appreciate my own native language in my posts so i cant promise that I wont do it in future, though maybe i would use an annotation with explanation? depends, because that could also trigger wrong thinking. I often do similar thing with popular sayings/idioms from my country. It can be confusing but at the same time I think thats the fun way to get to know some informations/fun facts from other side of globe and see things from a different perspective. Sometimes we interpret things differently, even though both perspectives are correct for each of us
If you want to leave this profile I completely understand, stilllll have a good day
omega!Kiba who treats you like his own chew toy. He loves to bite you and leave marks from his sharp fangs on your skin. Especially on your biceps and collarbones. It’s not just a quick bite or a little nibble. At first he opens his jaws wide... Later sinks his teeth into a frustratingly empty spot on your body... And then chews on that spot for several minutes. Munching and licking. It’s a very messy and sloppy process. But Kiba tries to make it up to you at least a little. By kissing the reddened wound and lapping up excess saliva, which soothes the iching sensation. It should probably gross you out but it seems like your weird boyfriend has awakened an equally weird kink in you. Because you’ve started to kind of like it. Surprisingly, it relaxes you, just like it does him. He just has to have something in his mouth…
omega!Kiba who is proud to see you walking around the Village with his markings. Because over time, you stop even hiding them. It’s pointless and requires far too much effort. Even if everyone knows full well who they belong to and what they’re supposed to mean. Even if everyone whispers and giggles, covering their mouths with their hands. You’re not ashamed anymore. Besides, it would be silly for an alpha to be ashamed of his omega markings. Even if you’re like a walking sign that says “I belong to Kiba” - a huge, overgrown dog who doesn’t know how to behave
omega!Kiba whose habit sponsors your medical treatment. Which you didn’t expect yourselves. Do you remember that saying about dog saliva being allegedly very healthy and having soothing qualities? Well, you’re not sure if it really applies to dogs but to hybrids like Kiba it shockingly does. You found this out by an accident during one of your follow-up visits at medical clinic. Your blood test showed that your white blood cell count was unnaturally high and it was caused precisely by your boyfriend’s actions
omega!Kiba who loves to give you Eskimo kisses while laughing adorably and making eye contact through those lovely, playful irises
omega!Kiba who can only sleep well when he’s with others. He’s like a pack animal. He only feels safe when his loved ones are within sight. And preferably within his reach. He knows that’s how he can protect them. Besides, it’s better to stay close together to share the warmth and not freeze on cold nights. Though you doubt that would be possible in his case. He’s a bit like a walking heater. Perfect for winter, unbearable in summer. Though, even if you’re sticking to his body in hellishly high temperatures, there’s nothing you can do. Because he won’t let his mate be far away. If you move to the couch, he’ll follow you half asleep. Wearing your oversized white T-shirt, rubbing his eyes with a pouty face and dragging his favorite stuffed animal across the floor. And if you try to move away from him in bed, he just clings to you even tighter and instinctively snuggles up against your body. His whinining is unbearable and you have to ground him for a long time. Stroking his head and whispering sweet nothings. This process is long and only reawakens you from your sleep.
omega!Kiba who is most fond of sleeping with his head on your chest, rising and falling in rhythm of your breathing. With his hands pressed against your sides, caging you tightly to make sure you don’t escape. And with his legs tangled in yours to feel your closeness. He’s like a giant teddy bear. Soft to the touch, tender and more effective than thickest duvet.
After something like that, you always smell as if you’d poured a bottle of Kiba pheromone all over yourself...
omega!Kiba who before falling asleep, always has to have a long kissing session with you. Slow, lazy kisses. Allowing you to recharge your batteries and bond after being apart for a day. Lasting at least half an hour. Sluggish movements that let you get to know anatomy of your mouths and show each other a little tenderness. Messy and wet. Usually your tongues don’t even hit the mark; you just roam all over each other’s lips in an animalistic manner. More like exchanging saliva. And a little bit like a tug-of-war. Biting, growling, pulling on each other’s lips. Until they’re all red and swollen. At moments like this Kiba is always lying on your chest, with head tilted just slightly upward. He barely even lifts it. With his eyes closed, he slowly drifts off to the land of dreams
omega!Kiba who sometimes wakes you up in the middle of night with a loud howl. You open your eyes, shocked and utterly confused. You squirm and almost bounce off the mattress if it isn't for the fact that your body is being pinned down by hundred pounds. But when you realize that everything is in place, nothing is attacking you and the source of howls was just your boyfriend, who is now drooling and sweetly mumbling, you calm your racing heart. Close your eyes, gently stroke Kiba’s hair and go back to sleep
omega!Kiba who whenever he misses you, hugs the fuzzy stuffed animal that he got from you. Though first, he orders you to mark it with your scent. You have no problem with that because, as you say, teddy reminds you very much of Kiba. Minus the excess drool- After all, that’s why you chose it while winning one of attractions at the festival
omega!Kiba who loves when you whisper in his ear. He often giggles at your warm breath tickling his ear and sending a pleasant tingling sensation through his body. At certain moments however, he feels an intense heat inside. It’s as if something is boiling in his stomach and chest. His whole body suddenly goes limp from the excess of adrenaline. And he becomes limp in your embrace, staring only at you with dreamy, glassy eyes. As if searching for answers, instructions-... commands on what to do next
omega!Kiba who gets back at you. And when you try to focus on something or just go to sleep, he harasses your ear. Licks it thoroughly over its entire surface. At first with amusement, wanting only to get back at you and studying your funny reactions. Over time however, he forgets his initial goal. He focuses so intently on his activity that he drifts away and lets himself be carried by his omega instincts. He puts more effort into his work and his initially clumsy, quick movements turn into slow, affectionate gestures. As if he was grounding someone from his pack. His flexible tongue creeps into the nooks and crannies of your ear canal, causing a pleasant itching sensation that robs you of your ability to think. Although you’re normally stronger than him, in these moments you’re exceptionally unable to push him away. As soon as you move him back by an inch, he starts growling dangerously at you. His scent takes on a spicy note and omega inside him becomes agitated. As if you were forbidding him from doing what he’s meant to do - taking care of his pack
omega!Kiba who gets punished by you when his energy goes way over the top. When you lose your patience (and it really takes a lot to throw you off balance because you’re a walking angel...) you use your alpha voice and firmly call "omega". At that point, Kiba knows it’s serious. He immediately freezes in place and his scent turns sour. You don’t like it, it irritates your nostrils and your conscience. Kiba turns toward you hesitantly and looks at you with big puppy eyes. Feeling sad, he puts on that pouty face which always breaks your heart- But you can’t let yourself be fooled. You overcome this alpha urge that says to take care of your stressed omega. You know it’s for his own good. That if you don’t cool his enthusiasm, not only he but also your friends will suffer. Later, punishment continues. You don’t forgive him the moment he follows your order. It would make your authority lose its power. Kiba also wants to feel that he has taken responsibility for his actions and paid for his mistakes. That’s why, when you get home Kiba heads to the corner on his own. It’s not your idea. But he’s gambling that when you see him standing there so vulnerable, with his shoulders slumped and sorry look on his face, you’ll give in and forget how disobedient he was. Yet you only forgive him when his whining becomes unbearable and your alpha starts getting mad at you
You can endure that sickeningly sweet pouty face of a beaten puppy. Pretend you don’t see it… But that quiet sobbing-… You are too soft for it
omega!Neji who was never really keen on being an omega. Just another obligation forced upon him by fate. Another limitation preventing him from making his own decisions
omega!Neji who despite everything, always performed duties expected of an omega “because it was just the right thing to do”
omega!Neji who after meeting you, completely changed his mind and for the first time in his life was happy to be an omega
omega!Neji who needs to be perfect in every role, including being houseomega
omega!Neji who wakes up early every day to make you breakfast. Who, before stepping out from under the covers, looks at you with dreamy eyes and plants a warm kiss on your temple. Purring softly that it’s time to get up
omega!Neji who tiptoes barefoot through the hallway lined with chilly tiles, trying to get to wooden kitchen as quickly as possible
omega!Neji who first boils water to warm and wake himself up a little bit
omega!Neji who always cooks something homemade and nutritious. Just to take care of your health and well-being in the best way possible. He's this type who even bakes his own bread
omega!Neji who always makes sure that when you come out of a bathroom, a steaming cup of linden tea will already be awaiting you on a table. Made from flowers which you gather together every summer. From trees sheltering your cottage. In the attic, you have a whole storehouse of boxes filled with this goodness
omega!Neji who, while placing a plate of breakfast in front of you, offers you a tender kiss on your lips
omega!Neji who always naively hopes it will be just a brief, affectionate touch. But whom you always trick by prolonging the kiss, wanting to savor as much of this pleasure as possible. Not letting go of his soft lips until they turn red and swollen
omega!Neji who at the table always asks with curiosity and care about your plans for the day. And also, excitedly shares his own. He has to go to a market today to restock the fridge. Wednesday is a sale day! He wants to pick up the medicine from a clinic that Sakura prepared for you... And Hinata asked him to watch her son for a bit, because she hasn’t been on a date with Shino in a long time… There is plenty to do!
omega!Neji who puts his whole heart into preparing a bento for you every time you go to work. And he really does it with the utmost care and dedication. He cuts every vegetable or piece of fruit with perfect precision. Turns cucumbers into stars, whose every point is exactly the same size. Picks out the plumpest grapes (of course, he always looks for seedless ones at the market!) and skewers them on toothpicks with decorative flowers on ends. His main dishes are always enjoyably warm. And his carefully shaped onigiri’s never fall apart
omega!Neji who never forgets to include a little note in your bento box with a declaration of love and some interesting fact about the world he recently read in Hyuga clan library
omega!Neji who always walks you to the door when you go to work. With a smile full of love and affection, he watches as you put on your shoes. After that, hands you a briefcase with a bento box and while standing on his tiptoes, plants a warm kiss on your lips, purring for you to return safely. Who also greets you in the same spot when you return from a city
omega!Neji who believes that taking good care of his alpha is his greatest pride
omega!Neji who makes your little wooden cottage always smell of his pheromones. As soon as you open the door, an intense scent of lilac with a cool winter note hits your face. Cooling your emotions and soothing nerves. Evoking safety and comfort. Making you genuinely feel at... home
omega!Neji who never forgets to tend vegetable and herb garden that he planted right after you moved into your own house. He believes that having your own food source is highly beneficial
omega!Neji who is considering growing his own small orchard on that one undeveloped piece of your lot. Or maybe even squeezing a small chicken coop in there? Fresh eggs would certainly improve the quality of your breakfasts. Besides feathered company would be quite charming
omega!Neji who decorates your wooden cottage with perfectly white sheets, tablecloths and pillows. And a large number of freshly picked flowers
omega!Neji who loves having guests over. Inviting Tenten and Hinata over for tea and serving them new recipes
omega!Neji who, while on missions in his youth, had to learn how to sew. During battle, clothes often tore and far from village there was no access to a tailor. Neither Lee nor Gai Sensei seemed qualified enough to possess such skills, while Tenten always had higher interests on her mind - such as rare, powerful weapons
omega!Neji who now puts those skills to use at home. He always carries a few threads and spare buttons in his pouch. So in an emergency he can patch up a tear for you or your friends. Sometimes he even sews clothes for you himself
omega!Neji who puts on your oversized sweaters when he starts missing you too much. When house feels too empty and too cold without you by his side- When you’re away on a mission for a long time- When he can’t hear your laughter that warms his heart or pleasant compliments you’re constantly throwing his way- Breathing in your pheromones is his only solace when he sits alone on a couch with his knees tucked up and lights off
omega!Neji who loves it when you massage his face with slow, circular motions. Especially around his eyes, where veins often stand out from his intense use of Byakugan. You always relax his muscles
omega!Neji who always giggles and almost kicks you with his feet, trying to wriggle out from under your body. As you shower his face with a thousand of sweet, butterfly kisses. It tickles so much! His melodious laughter quickens your heartbeat and is like a honey to your ears
omega!Neji who learned the most effective massage techniques from specialists in his clan. Thanks to that, he can always help you when you return from a mission aching all over
omega!Neji who despite being retired from his profession still has rough hands. His techniques too difficult to forget
omega!Neji who in case of an emergency, is always ready to fight by your side. And at that moments, he is exceptionally strong and untouchable. He is not a useless omega. He must protect his alpha!
omega!Neji who reads you bedtime stories, stroking your head during particularly difficult moments. By hearing his gentle, slightly hoarse voice and lying on his incredibly comfy lap, you quickly drift off. And Neji doesn’t have a heart to wake you. He’d rather gaze at you with a smile
omega!Neji who loves your intimate moments. When he sits cross-legged on your wooden terrace at sunrise or sunset and you run your fingers through his long, silky hair. Sometimes at his special request, you even style his thick hair into braids so that he can sleep more comfortably. It’s such a sweet moment when the two of you sit together in intimate silence, broken only by cicadas songs. In a cottage on the outskirts of Konoha. Admiring your garden. All those beautiful, colorful flowers that Neji planted so diligently. Carefully analyzing their locations in advance. Which species prefer light, which grow better in company
omega!Neji who at night, takes your hand and leads you towards the bedroom with a sweet smile. When you can only blindly follow your beloved orb of light
omega!Neji who buries his head in your chest and breathes in your scent. Only then does his omega feel completely safe and can fall asleep peacefully
omega!Neji who prefers his life as a houseomega. After all no one demands anything from him or forces him to do something. Finally he can do what he really likes and decide everything on his own. And in the end, he has already managed to change the world before you even moved in together...
omega!Neji who is already secretly planning your wedding. Or rather not really discreetly, he isn’t exactly quiet about it. He considers it as foundation of a good relationship and final confirmation of your love
malereader × Gaara, fluff;
OVERVIEW: Gaara missing his husband~
have I finally decided to finish Naruto Shippuden after more than five years? yes. am I completely hooked? yes. can’t I decide who I love the most? yes.
mad!Gaara who knows that it's pitiful, that it's not like him, that he should act more reasonable-... but who can't think straight when it comes to you
mad!Gaara who despises the fact that you are Mizukage and that regardless of your marriage you must regularly return to your village. Even if you have a loyal right-hand man who properly takes over your duties and thoroughly carries out all orders planned in advance. As Mizukage you’re expected to look after the Village in person, not from afar. Letting your own Kage leave Village is like losing jinchuriki. Almost as if a Village had lost not only its authority but also main source of protection
mad!Gaara who misses you terribly when you’re not around. But it’s hardly surprising since you’re the first person after his mother to have showered him with such enormous, boundless love. Love so deep that you’d even be willing to sacrifice your own life for his sake. On a daily basis, you might not even talk or look at each other but it’s enough that you’re in the same room. That he feels your presence- That he has physical proof that someone loves him- That your feelings for him aren’t just an imagination of a desperate man. You feel exceptionally comfortable in each other’s presence. You understand each other without words. When someone runs into one of you it’s almost certain that other is nearby. You’re inseparable to the point that when Gaara doesn’t hear your gentle breathing at far end of a room, he doesn’t know what to do with himself
mad!Gaara who is always distressed whenever you return to your home Village. For the first week he tries to bury himself in chores, eagerly grabbing at every little task and completing month’s duties with incredible speed. Soon however his instincts begin to tell him that something is wrong. He starts to lose his grip. His mind wanders. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. Feels so lonely and lost... As if he were once again a small, fragile child with no one to ask for help...
mad!Gaara who can’t fall asleep at night when you’re not by his side. Nights in desert are freezing cold and the absence of your warm embrace quickly takes its toll. Just the sight of an empty bed gives him an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Subconsciously he shifts towards the side where you usually lie. Takes your place, not wanting to let it go cold. He squeezes his eyelids shut- clenches hands into fists- curls legs up- wraps arms around himself and buries himself in a cocoon of sheets. He tries to chase away all bad thoughts. To pretend that you’re right there beside him. That it’s you holding him tight. He tries to breathe in lingering scent of you. But nothing can replace the real you...
mad!Gaara who alone in dark of a night allows himself to shed tears and quietly sob. Who tries to tell himself that everything will be okay and that you’ll be back soon
mad!Gaara who since his uncle’s death, has stopped believing that anyone will ever love him with romantic feelings. Convinced he doesn’t deserve it, that he’s just a disgusting monster who brings fear and destruction. Even after the extraction of One Tail, he was certain that his personality wasn’t appealing enough for anyone to truly love him. That’s why, ever since he met you and you proved him wrong, Gaara experiences separation even more strongly
mad!Gaara who hates the fact that he cannot afford to leave his village the way you do. Despite placing a great trust in his siblings and acknowledging their abilities, there is no suitable replacement to take Gaara place during his absence. His Village is also currently unable to provide for such measures. Despite the improvement in mindset and increased trust, old habits and beliefs could quickly resurface and lead to destruction. Besides elders themselves would certainly not allow Gaara to leave his Village for long. Maybe he’s not a jinchuriki anymore but some things really don’t change... Unfortunately, he can’t stand his ground and risk Village’s well-being the way you do... And he always blames himself for that
mad!Gaara who counts down days until your return, crossing off each square on calendar. Who can’t wait for the evening when he’ll pick up his pen. He enjoys seeing days disappear. Yet at the same time feels a pang of sadness upon realizing how many are still left...
mad!Gaara who won’t let his servants touch anything that belongs to you while you’re away. And any attempt, even an accidental one, ends with his loud, blood-curdling shout. He won’t even let them wash your things. Everything must remain exactly as it was when you left. What if you never return and the only thing left of you will be lingering scent on your robes and pieces of unfinished game in shogi...
mad!Gaara who always orders his servants to prepare a set for you at every meal. It doesn’t matter that you’re not there. It doesn’t matter that plate is empty. Gaara might then at least pretend that you’re there or wait for food to get cold, hoping you’ll just be late...
mad!Gaara who sometimes starts to worry about you. He knows you’re safe. That you didn’t go to war, just to your family home but he still fears that something unexpected might happen to you. Even though he knows he’d be informed immediately, his heart is still on edge all the time. Blood and chakra flow faster than when you pass through streets of Sunagakure. Sometimes he worries only about trivial matters. What are you eating? How are you sleeping? Will Village Hidden in Mist live up to your needs? Do they watch over you the way he orders his servants to take care of you here
mad!Gaara who sometimes drifts off while working in his office. And when he’s sure no one is around, he starts involuntarily playing with his wedding ring. He struggles to chase away bad thoughts and listen to sentence engraved by you...
mad!Gaara who begins to sulk at you. How dare you stay away so long? How dare you leave him alone without your protection? Or more... attention. You don’t deserve to have him think about you so much and worry so deeply! That’s why, halfway through your departure, he stops replying to your letters. But he still eagerly reads every word of your following scrolls... Because you don’t stop writing. You do this even more often, feeling both touched and amused by your husband’s behavior. Maybe he secretly hopes you’ll come back from this trip little earlier...
mad!Gaara whom Temari and Kankuro try to bring to his senses at first. By taking him out to eat or trying to drag him to some fun event. Gaara just breaks down even more at moments like that because he realizes he can’t experience any of this with you... If only you were here... What’s the point of creating memories that don’t include you? This sight is so depressing and situation is so hopeless that over time Temari and Kankuro begin to identify with their brother pain and miss you along with him
mad!Gaara who after a while becomes unbearable. He acts almost exactly as he did when One-Tail took control over him, only without transformation. He is a walking form of destruction. Chilling gaze, harsh tone, strong, determined movements. Everyone is terrified. Gets out of his way. They know full well that touching him could cost them dearly. Even a mere act of speaking up without being asked, drives Gaara into a feverish rage. Papers fly through the air and sentences seem harsher than usual. As Kazekage, Gaara is known for his stoic, calm demenaor but when you’re not around everything changes
Slowly, it’s not just Gaara and his siblings who miss you but an entire Village Hidden in Sand…
mad!Gaara who by the end of your separation, gets mad at the simple sound of your name. You’re a forbidden topic. And Kankuro has already learned that the hard way. He’ll never forget the chills that ran down his spine after Gaara gave him a glare at the mention of your letters. It’s over! If you’d rather stay in your little village not that it’s your choice instead of spending time with your own husband, then so be it! You can stay there and never come back! Better yet, rot away in your office! Gaara certainly won’t come to collect your corpses
mad!Gaara who despite all that anger, almost pearks up his ears at the phrase "Lord Kazekage, your husband has arrived..." who immediately jumps out of his chair and leaves his advisors without a word, rushing to greet you. Forgetting about the meeting, astonished faces of his company, or etiquette and expectations. Forgetting about the whole world. As if only you mattered...
Entire Kazekage Office seems to come alive again. Servants run frantically. Preparing to welcome you and hysterically make way for Kazekage, opening every door before him
mad!Gaara who heads towards the Village Gates with a focused gaze. Not slowing down for even a second-
First, you hear a loud scream behind you-... Thirsty, desperate. Not fully believing. And as you turn around... only one person catches your eye. Standing out against the crowd of locals. Right in the center. With that trembling, almost desperate expression on his face and tear-filled eyes
Your husband’s burgundy robes rise into an air with his confident, powerful movements while sand swirls around him, as if sharing in his excitement and impatience. Just a moment longer- A few more steps-
You spread your arms truly delighted. A kind of mature, calm aura radiates from you. As if you were graciously welcoming a lost child. As if you hadn’t felt the pain of this separation at all... As if only he had suffered... Stupid-
It’s not that you didn’t miss him. You did. Probably even more than Gaara. You felt like a stranger in your own village. Not even your closest could replace your family. But in front of your husband you want to put on a brave face. To light the mood. That’s why you try to greet him with a warm smile and a teasing joke. However Gaara has already other plans- He throws himself into your arms before you can make him wait even a second longer
teacher!alpha!m!reader x student!blind!omega!Qiuyuan, fluff;
student!Qiuyuan who has never been keen on finding love. He’s not particularly interested in these topics and believes that no one would want a blind omega anyway
student!Qiuyuan who never lets his instincts get the better of him. He never shows reactions typical of an omega. Can’t flutter his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, speak in higher pitch or calm another person with his pheromones
student!Qiuyuan for whom the only way to experience world is through smell and hearing. But who at the same time, stubbornly uses scent-blocking patches so that no one will ever smell his scent. Too afraid of showing his weaknesses and being compared to omegas. Who has been on suppressants his whole life, almost losing the ability to experience heat
student!Qiuyuan who despite being blind, feels others’ “disgusted” stares on him. Someone like him? An omega?
student!Qiuyuan who has always had very low self-esteem when it comes to being an omega. What fun can you have dating someone who can’t see? Others surely believe he can’t participate in typical teenage activities… And in the future, it would surely be too much of a burden and responsibility to support someone like him. He’s probably not even as pretty as other omegas… Not only is he a man, but he’s also over six feet tall... He’s not like those charming, alluring omegas with delicate facial features and petite, curvy figures. He’s leaner and more bony, damaged by life. He doesn’t give off a harmless, friendly vibe that invites you to approach him. Surely no one would want to choose him…
student!Qiuyuan who is even ashamed of his own scent. A bamboo forest in the morning, sprinkled with fresh dew. Refreshing and gentle, yet at the same time unusual due to a heavy, earthy note… Definitely unlike those sweet floral or cheerful citrus aromas that carry through the corridors behind “true” omegas
student!Qiuyuan who has hated alpha scents since childhood, having grown up in a house full of betas. Who, with a hypersensitive sense of smell, easily detects bad intentions and nasty character of alphas. Who knows that a campus full of teenagers with raging hormones is like a battlefield. That you can’t find anyone trustworthy here
student!Qiuyuan who is always reserved and lonely. A typical, quiet student, not really interested in lessons. Sitting in the back row by open window. Who prefers to stick his head out toward the sounds of sports field and feel pleasant wind breeze on his face. Only form of relief in a stuffy room overflowing with overlapping scents of pheromones
student!Qiuyuan who never tries to make friends, always assuming isolation and rejection. To whom over time, other students are even afraid to speak
student!Qiuyuan whose reluctance to his classmates and whole pessimistic attitude towards love change, when one afternoon, a newcomer walks into a classroom…
student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, takes a deep, joyful breath of alpha’s pheromones. Turns eagerly towards the blackboard- Hoping to see that one-of-a-kind individual- Only chance to reverse his miserable fate-
student!Qiuyuan who in fact unfortunately “sees nothing”. As if for a moment he had completely forgotten that he is blind… But despite the bitterness on his tongue, he feels a strange peace and happiness in heart. As if your distant presence alone is enough to heal wounds of hurt omega
student!Qiuyuan who sensing your dominant yet warm and friendly aura, knows you have good intentions. He believes you wouldn’t harm anyone. And he swoons not only at your scent but also at your gentle chuckle, triggered by a comment from someone in front row
student!Qiuyuan who is surprised when he senses that instead of heading towards some potential “friend” from another class, you’re moving towards teacher’s desk. He gasps upon hearing you introduce yourself as new teacher, replacing the homeroom teacher who went on maternity leave. And immediately he withdraws into his shell again. Despairing over the hopelessness of his situation. Scolding himself for ever deluding himself into thinking that fate would grant him a friend…
student!Qiuyuan who is even more surprised when one Friday, you approach his desk after class. You crouch down next to his chair, looking up at him patiently. He feels your gaze on him and senses that radiant warmth he experienced when he first met you. He doesn’t understand however why you decide to make an effort and cross the entire length of room just to talk to him. And why you try to make him feel comfortable, waiting peacefully for other students to leave a classroom
student!Qiuyuan who doesn't know what to say when you ask in a sweet voice if everything is okay. When you are the first person in this cursed school to take an interest in him. When you don't overwhelm him with adult beliefs, additional assignments or requirements necessary to pass to next grade. When you simply let him know that if he ever needs anything in the future you will always be here
student!Qiuyuan who begins to wonder if all young teachers entering this profession are like you. Full of passion and fighting for student’s well-being- Because yes, even from the tone of your voice or sound of your footsteps, he can sense that you’re very young, not much older than him. And besides, he becomes assured of his belief when he decides to eavesdrop gossips. For the first time since childhood genuinely intrigued by another person- Everyone is talking about you. Omegas, betas, alphas. Girls and boys. Whether out of fascination or jealousy. You’re on everyone’s lips. Young hot teacher. It only takes a day for you to have your own fan club
student!Qiuyuan who mortified, catches himself listening whenever he hears your name nearby. Who unconsciously records every little detail about you in his memory. These fangirls really do have incredible talent and passion… Your favorite drink which you always use to moisten your throat during lectures. Food you most often choose for lunch. Other teachers you get along with best. Place where you most often eat dinner and where it’s easiest to run into you outside of school hours. What kind of car you drive or what brand of shirts you wear most often. Not to mention how many buttons you leave undone and how you roll up your sleeves to your elbows because you constantly feel as if it's too hot
student!Qiuyuan who eventually comes to conclusion that he already has met several younger teachers in his life. And that none of them are as noble as you. And certainly not that PE teacher who immediately cut him off from any activities. Odering him to sit on a bench as soon as he realized that Quiyuan was "that blind kid"
student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, starts paying attention in class. Though only in yours… and instead of basking in breeze, he turns his head towards you. Listening to what you're saying. He actually starts taking an interest in topics you bring up. Genuinely absorbs knowledge and realizes it isn’t as bad as he’d assumed. At least when someone is truly passionate about what they do and when you can hear excitement in their voice… Qiuyuan finally comes to school with a smile, rather than dragged there by the need to please his beloved parents
student!Qiuyuan who realizes that even though you’re kind and understanding towards all your students, joking with them regularly during class, it’s only him you show such great care for. You have such a special approach only towards him- And this isn’t that "special treatment" he’s experienced from other teachers. Where he passed from year to year with lowest grades, because others had given up on him. Not believing he could ever become of any use to society. Out of pity, turning a blind eye to his lack of participation or wrong answers. As if completely ignoring his presence throughout whole school year
student!Qiuyuan who is as happy like a child when you give him a bad grade for an oral response but at the same time encourage him to retake the exam. Finally, someone actually takes him seriously. Shows interest. Doesn’t fake his results and at the same time believes he is capable of more. Even that slightly disappointed tone, which you try so hard to hide, is like flattery to him. Though he definitely prefers to hear you when you’re satisfied and proud. Especially of him…
student!Qiuyuan who finally decides to knock on your office door. Seeking help and hysterically apologizing for not making it during office hours. But for the past two hours, he really couldn’t summon the courage. And the fact that he finally approached your door was really just a random impulse
student!Qiuyuan whom you have to calm down before you two can even talk. Leading him to a sofa, gently stroking his hunched back and serving a cup of steaming lemon tea. Worried about omega’s state, you grab any opportunity to calm his nerves. But only thing that really works is your alpha soothing pheromones and your low, gentle voice assuring that everything will be okay and that you’re not mad
student!Qiuyuan who after talking to you, realizes for the first time that he has a future ahead and that he should fight for it. With shining eyes, he listens as you acknowledge how much he’s had to go through since losing his sight and that the very fact that he manages daily tasks so well shows just how capable he is. How much he can accomplish with his other sharpened senses. And how much he should and must work hard. Not only to prove his worth to others but also to provide for himself and his family in future. Because in your eyes, he is more than capable of it. He doesn't have to be left solely at the mercy of others
student!Qiuyuan who is almost moved to tears when you say he inspires you
student!Qiuyuan who from that moment on, truly changes his life. Begins to learn even from other teachers. Not wanting to just sit around on PE while others play team sports, he starts running on his own on a track around the field. During classes he raises his hand to surprise of the rest and actively participates in lessons. He no longer skips homework but actually tries to complete all his projects
student!Qiuyuan who manages to improve and catch up on material only thanks to your help. Thanks to almost daily tutoring sessions for which you never accept any money. You always explain things so clearly and your tips are so helpful- You never yell at him; you just patiently help him find the solution. And you record the most important topics for him on a voice recorder. Later, Quiyuan always does the best especially on these things. Maybe because he listens to them over and over just to enjoy your voice in privacy of his room… On headphones, because he’s too embarrassed to admit to his family that he’s obsessed with some alpha’s voice. For whom he made space on his phone by deleting all music playlists
student!Qiuyuan who treats you like his master. Everything you say is sacred. He takes every piece of advice to heart and faithfully performs every request. He seeks your approval. To the point that when he gets his report card he runs to you first. Just to hear that tender chuckle and a few words of praise. To feel as you smile warmly at him and ruffle his hair. That tingling feeling… His omega has never felt better
student!Qiuyuan who is ready to bare his fangs at anyone who dares to say a bad word about you. He’s never gotten involved in such conflicts before but now he’ll do it without a second thought. And he doesn’t care that as an omega he’s standing up to some alpha. You believe in him. That’s why he walks out of a fight without a single scratch. His fist stained red from a contact with a nose of that rude, disgusting alpha
student!Qiuyuan who, despite his negative feeling and bad experiences with alphas, trusts you unconditionally. His omega feels safe with you and is willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. Although that lecture about not getting into fights seems to have fallen on deaf ears…
student!Qiuyuan who out of gratitude, asks his mom to teach him how to make bento. Overjoyed she agrees right away. Thrilled at the thought that her little boy has finally fallen in love and found himself a good alpha. Completely unaware that her beloved son leaves all boxes with bento on his teacher’s desk. Every day before classes start. Before anyone else has a chance to wake up as early as Qiuyuan and arrive at school. Although at first you try to convince Qiuyuan that there’s no need for him to do such thing, that what you buy on your way is more than enough, over time you can’t wait to see colorful notes with a message left under wooden lid.
student!Qiuyuan who loves it when you pamper him. When you always bring him something to drink. Make sure your office is aired out before he arrives. Treat him with sweet candies as a reward for progress on completed tasks
student!Qiuyuan who is happy that there is finally someone who understands his problems and with whom he can talk about matters concerning only omegas and alphas. It’s a little embarrassing that during breaks from studying, he talks about such things with an alpha... But considering that he grew up in a house full of betas who can’t relate to his situation or urge of instinct, you’re definitely the best option
student!Qiuyuan who is fascinated examining every corner of your apartment when he visit for the first time. Your flat is rather modest but spacious enough and well-kept. And above all, it’s your own... You’ve worked hard for it while Qiuyuan still lives with his parents... He praises your taste as much as he possibly can. As long as his message gets through to you and you feel appreciated
It's just... for all week you were too busy with meetings and other teaching duties. You couldn’t meet with him for tutoring, so it was only polite to suggest that he visit you over a weekend to catch up. Though you weren’t sure he’d agree... But he did it in a split second. As soon as the information reached his brain. With a loud “yes!”, after which he immediately got embarrassed and hid his face in his long black hair. Too bad, because that peach blush really looks wonderful on him...
student!Qiuyuan who only realizes he has a little big crush on you when you accidentally kiss him. It happens when you’re sitting across from each other on a small sofa... At the sight of his face bathed in sunlight you suddenly lose your words. And he, abruptly confused, looks up from a braille books you bought him. When you are "gazing" into each other's eyes like that... you lean in and press a quick kiss to his plump lips. Completely swept up in the moment
You swear you can hear his heart suddenly racing-
student!Qiuyuan who quickly gives in to you. Or do you give in to him? And your sweet “innocent love” begins to sprout in shadows of your secret meetings
student!Qiuyuan who spends his free time at your place more and more often. He feels almost at home there. Often cooks dinner for you, trying to get rid of your bad eating habits. He even cleans up sometimes, wanting to feel a bit like the lady of a house. And you don’t mind when he “rummages through your drawers.” You want him to feel at ease at your house
student!Qiuyuan who leaves plenty of his stuff at your flat and also gets a lot of new "small" things. Like a personal toothbrush to keep there, a matching mug, personalized slippers-
student!Qiuyuan who, under the pretext of sleeping over at a friend's house, sneaks out of family home to spend the night in your arms. And your shirt… Which despite his tall figure, is always too loose on him and hangs off his lean body like a dress
student!Qiuyuan who heals his insecurities and begins to love his body as he experiences how you react to it. Feeling of your gaze devouring him, loud gasps, whistles, hands exploring places they shouldn’t... Who melts away in the compliments flowing from your lips. Though his eyes show no reaction, out of embarrassment he still closes his eyelids. Trying to hide from you. Burrowing as deep as possible into bedsheets-
student!Qiuyuan who almost bursts into tears when you accidentally catch a whiff of his pheromones for the first time. Firstly out of panic and then out of gratitude. This happens when he starts to feel a little too at ease around you and forgets he’s not at his family home. Where betas can’t smell him anyway. And forgets that after his morning shower, he needs to put his scent-blocking patch back on. When you suddenly gasp and inhale the air in kitchen, he turns to you terrified. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted and that you’ll finally realize you deserve someone better. That he isn’t such a adorable omega and that it’s better if you kick him out of your apartment. When the opposite happens and you start going crazy over his scent, he can’t believe it. In every spare moment, you bury your face in his scent glands and soak in this relaxing scent. Sometimes, when he’s very busy, he tries to push your face aside. But you’re too strong. So Qiuyuan begins to proudly share his pheromones with the world. His colleagues look at him in surprise and he just smiles from ear to ear. If his alpha likes it, that’s more than enough. And since his scent can bring you comfort, he is happy to always be on duty
student!Qiuyuan who massages your aching temples after a hard day at work and plants butterfly kisses on your face while you try to fall asleep on his lap
student!Qiuyuan who gets easily jealous of your exes. And always makes a grumpy face when he accidentally comes across their photos in your old album. But he understands that you don’t want to throw away the photos where you’re with whole group of friends from your youth
student!Qiuyuan who feels your gaze on him during every class. Struggling to hold back his omega’s reactions, especially during preheat. After he stops stuffing himself with suppressants and slowly regains his ability to go through heat. These situations are the worst. Innocent blushes, hidden from classmates by curtain of hair, turn into clenched legs. Struggling to hold back the burning sensation inside
student!Qiuyuan who is disappointed and yet even more in love, impressed by your composure as you reject his advances in fever time and declare that you’ll only truly experience heat with him once he finishes school. Thus rebelling against your alpha and keeping your instincts in check
student!Qiuyuan whom you help in these difficult moments by playing the role of errand boy and protecting his nest. Not daring to get into bed, only sitting close on a floor and simply stroking Qiuyuan’s head
I have one more post ready featuring omega!Luuk, though it’s actually a story and hasn’t been translated yet + intro to yet another story about Luuk but not a/b/o
omega!Luuk who treats you like his own alpha. It doesn’t really matter that you’re not even together. That you never even thought about dating him
omega!Luuk who addresses you as “alpha” instead of using your name. Even though he knows perfectly well how inappropriate it is to use gender terms with someone who isn’t your partner or with whom you’re not in a conflict
omega!Luuk who always uses his gentle coquettish voice for this, pleasingly tickling your eardrums. Even though he knows the effect that omega's voice has on alpha's instincts. And how much it can rile you up, even in public places
omega!Luuk who always takes advantage of you whenever he needs something. You’re the first and only person he thinks of when he has a problem. Even with the smallest, silliest things. And he’s not afraid to freely admit it. He has enough confidence and way too much nerve to ask you for a favor. Or rather, to demand it. Even though he knows that you looking after him makes it seem like you’re a couple
-alpha... would you be so kind and bring him something to drink? Pretty please?
-alpha... will you take these documents to teachers’ room? This stack is too heavy for him... Only you are strong enough!
-alpha... will you walk him home today? He’s afraid to walk through these narrow streets on his own, especially since his fan club won’t leave him alone...
-alpha... will you carry his backpack? His shoulders really ache and he’s too fragile for this :((
-alpha... will you go with him to the newly opened restaurant? He really wants to try it out... + he’s super hungry!
-alpha... will you take over his cleaning duty and sweep the classroom after lessons for him? His delicate hands aren’t made for holding a rough broomstick. He’d end up with blisters...
-alpha... will you let him sleep on your shoulder? He’s really tired after staying a whole night awake on your sleepover... And you’re so warm and cozy...
-alpha... will you lend him your jacket? He doesn’t want to go to a club without being marked by alpha's scent... who knows what weirdos hang out there and what they might do to him...
-alpha... will you release some of your calming pheromones? He’s really scared after the last incident and needs some reassurance before he freaks out...
omega!Luuk who’s certain you’ll never say no to him. He knows your nature; he knows how good you are. Way too good. And he knows you’ve had a soft spot for him since childhood
omega!Luuk who obsessively takes care of his body just so you don’t lose interest in him. Just so you’ll always find him attractive. There’s a reason why he takes such good care of his skin and hair. Using tons of masks and conditioners. There’s a reason why he carefully shapes his claws into perfect almonds. There’s a reason why he spends afternoons shopping for most fashionable clothes
omega!Luuk who has mastered his charms to perfection. Who knows when to undo one more button or lift hem of his clothes higher to reveal a tempting piece of glowing skin. Who knows how to seductively tuck a strand of hair behind his ear in order to draw your attention. Who knows how to apply lipstick in a way that leaves you speechless
omega!Luuk who knows how to use what turns alphas on the most. A sensual hip sway. A playful giggle at silly jokes. Or a sweet, soothing voice. Just for you. But not only when he wants something. Sometimes he also has to take care of his “servant” and calm your nerves
omega!Luuk who knows how much it matters to him for you to be at full strength. And who genuinely feels sad when he sees you tired. Who during breaks, gives you a relaxing massage on your aching temples. Quietly purrs lullabies to give you at least a few extra minutes of sleep. Who shares his drink with you when you’re thirsty and even his breakfast when you forget to bring yours in a rush. Who scolds anyone else who tries to take advantage of you. And who secretly does your homework for you when he knows you really have too much on your plate. Handing it to you before you even realize you’ve forgotten about it and pretending he did a second version just to practice more for an upcoming exam
omega!Luuk who’s really good at manipulating you. What do you mean when you say it’s over? That he can’t take advantage of you like that? That you can’t be at his call whenever he wants? That someone might misinterpret it? But alpha... You’re not going to leave a poor, vulnerable omega to fend for himself, are you? Surely you won’t say no to those big, glassy eyes, that tiny pouty face and those lovely whines?
omega!Luuk who frowns when you try to explain that it’s for his own good. He doesn’t understand that at all! After all, he doesn’t need other alphas making a move on him. If potential suitors “wrongly” assume that you’re together, then so be it! Just don’t leave him-
omega!Luuk who gets offended when at the urging of other colleagues you try to keep some distance between two of you. And when you run trying to avoid hearing another request from Luuk. Who quickly figures out your tactics and starts countering them. Sneering at you, passing you in hallway with a meaningful “hmpf!”, not speaking to you at your group’s get-togethers
omega!Luuk who gets excited like a child when you finally give in and come back to him with "tail" tucked between your legs. When you apologize earnestly for your behavior and promise you won’t listen to those acquaintances anymore. You can’t live with the knowledge that you’re ignoring this particular omega and your heart breaks at the very thought that he might be somewhere alone, unable to take care of himself. Because even if Luuk is fully capable of looking after himself, he definitely shouldn’t have to. He is like a true lady who should never get hands dirty
omega!Luuk who marks you with his scent when you’re not looking, trying to show that you belong to him. He’s proud to have attention of such alpha. And at the same time he’s jealous of other omegas and tries to scare them away
omega!Luuk who plays innocent when you ask him if he accidentally started scenting you. And looks at you so confused, as if he has no idea what you’re talking about. Have your friends noticed that you smell like each other? And they think you’ve finally started officially courting each other? That’s probably because you’re always spending time together and don’t separate even by an inch! He definitely doesn’t leave his pheromones on you during an “accidental touch”. He doesn’t get close to your neck when you’re completely focused on talking to another classmate. And he definitely doesn’t steal your jacket when you step out of a room for a moment!
omega!Luuk who doesn’t do all this just to use you as cheap labor. Sure, at first he just automatically asked you for help as the person closest to him, not even realizing he was taking advantage of your kindness. But over time he started doing it overly and constantly, just to keep your attention on him all the time. Just so he could feel that you care about him. Because there’s nothing more pleasant than an attention of an alpha who we’re attracted to!
And finally...
omega!Luuk who acts like your boyfriend and asks you to do all the things that only a partner should do, just because he really wants you to be his boyfriend...
Can I ask you all two questions? There’s this post I wrote “Dragon!Dan Heng As Your Boyfriend”... I’m really wondering why everyone likes it so much? Is it just because it’s about Dan Heng or is there another reason?
Because personally, I consider it my most hated post and I think it’s poorly written. It’s one of two posts I’ve actually considered deleting but looking at the number of likes I won’t do it. Yk, I understand that someone might like it and want to come back to it in the future. Though it’s actually one of the culprits that caused me to go on hiatus
And the second question is: I’m currently writing a post about Blind! Omega! Qiuyuan (student) and I’m wondering if you’d prefer reader to be a teacher (my original idea) or a student (it turns out I can smoothly incorporate that solution as well)
I already have a draft of omega! student! Luuk x student! reader - if that makes a difference
OVERVIEW: you and Jiyan have known each other since you were kids. Both of you being the heirs of two great nations. Despite the rivalry between your dynasties you are bound to collaborate. And today's consultation is a perfect example of that.
Jiyan doesn’t want to see you but at the same time he can’t bring himself to turn you down. Because who wouldn’t fall for a delinquent like you?
You watched him fidget on his pillow. How he kept adjusting his long robes crushed by his own weight or by a person next to him. How he clicked his tongue at the hard floor and the stiff position of his back. You couldn’t help but snort. It was truly adorable. The way he tried so desperately to obey despite his obvious dislike. On top of all that, he was terribly inexperienced and lost. You couldn’t wait to take care of his innocence - strip him of it and lead him off the good path. You were already doing great in that matter.
You licked your lower lip with excitement. Finally, he looked at you. Straight into your eyes. He probably didn’t expect it, because he immediately got flustered. Jiyan instantly turned his head to the side, suddenly noticing an incredibly interesting detail on a narrow carpet separating your two long wooden tables.
His initial awkwardness with consuls passed away. Now Jiyan felt incredibly embarrassed, aware of your attention. His cheeks burned mercilessly. He’d made a fool of himself in front of you again. And it was already more than enough that he didn’t want to see you today. Especially after you didn’t reply to his last letter. You probably just saw him as a foolish kid. Probably had plenty of guys like him. Maybe he seemed pushy to you.l Mybe you’d finally grown tired of him.
And things were going so well... You’d started exchanging messages regularly. Jiyan talked about his early days on battlefield and you complained about consultants who’d been nagging you ever since you’d temporarily taken over some of your ill father’s duties. Sometimes you chatted about silly things. Annoying guests at banquets, tough training sessions or just simple oversalted soup. When he felt particularly bold, he’d even hide dried flowers in scrolls. His quiet crush grew stronger with every visit from horse messenger.
Until the day when messenger arrived with news that he had nothing for Jiyan. At first, boy went into denial. He convinced himself that you were too busy, that something had happened to you, that messenger must have lost the letter. Eventually however he grew bitter and began blaming you. He tried to soothe his misery by repeating that you weren’t worth him. Jiyan decided to let his pride take over. Vowed never to look at you again and make you taste the treatment you deserved. But it all came crashing down at the first possible opportunity to meet his first love. What an innocent and blissful state~ Robbing one of reason and clear judgment...
When session came to an end Jiyan wanted to escape that feeling as quickly as possible. He stood up in a hurry. Nearly knocking over the inkwell and scattering drafts of new agreements. He tried to make his way to the massive door but bumped into a crowd of representatives from neighboring nations. It was a good thing that he had managed to wriggle out of the communal feast by convincingly telling his servant he had an upset stomach.
But just as he was greeting the goose*, mentally high-fiving himself and basking in the pride of his extraordinary cleverness-... Someone suddenly grabbed him by a wrist and pulled him towards a dimly lit corridor. Jiyan wanted to break free. To run away. To strike his captor. But the grip was too strong. Before he could compose himself and regain clear thinking, a familiar scent reached him. Heavy, masculine. Somewhat resembling a pine forest after heavy rain. Jiyan's heart beat faster. Breath got caught in his throat. Body began to feel warmer once again. And all his doubts flew out the window for a moment.
He let himself be drawn along. Relaxed his muscles and allowed to be led towards a forgotten broom closet. In the darkness he heard the door slam. And immediately afterward he painfully confirmed their presence. With a loud thud Jiyan found himself pressed against the wooden surface. He hissed, trying to throw his head back. Someone cut off his breath again, this time painfully pressing against his chest.
Ever since he stopped being a child, only one person had ever had such a physical advantage over him. And only one person smelled so good... So good that just the thought of visiting a pine forest made Jiyan's knees go weak. He considered pushing you away. But he liked your touch too much. And he missed you so much... That's why he wanted to at least say something. To get back at you. Ask what you wanted. But his voice froze in his throat. Jiyan felt so small around you. He lost all his confidence. Forgot about all bold moves and resolutions he had planned. You dominated him effortlessly. Ever since he was little he’d seen you as an authority figure that couldn’t be questioned. As the older one you were always bigger, stronger, wiser. You were so cool when you stood up for him against his teasing older siblings. When you’d sneak out of playroom or library, taking him with you. It was hard to resist you.
-Are you avoiding me?
-If that were the case, I'm not doing a really good job
-Well... you've met a tough opponent
You admitted proudly and licked your lower lip with pure fever. You couldn’t help yourself- Loosening your grip, you let your hands wander over his body. Soft, silky fabric was a soothing relief for your hands covered in calluses after holding hilt for too long.
Jiyan however didn’t fully share your enthusiasm. Not yet... After a moment, a small light bulb lit up above his head, reminding him of current state of your relathionship.
-Oh of course. I apologize, Your Majesty. I cannot believe I dared to forget our current ranks and fail to follow proper etiquette. Allow me to correct myself immediately-
Before he could fall to his knees and address you as ruler, you cut him off. You suddenly tangled your fingers in his long hair and pulled his head in your direction. The ribbon holding his ponytail flew away. And Jiyan’s mouth got covered by yours. You ran your sharp teeth along the delicate surface of his lips. Broke through a barrier with a growl and slipped into the sacred space of his mouth. You were brutal, messy and so very thirsty. Jiyan struggled to keep up with you.
Yet, you pulled away from him just as quickly as you’d attacked him and boy whimpered softly at the sensation of his hair being tugged. Impulses reached him with a delay. He took a few ragged breaths. And you full of satisfaction, looked at him with cocky smirk.
Was he worried about your situation again? Silly boy. After all he wasn't supposed to do anything in that case. He was only seventh in line to the throne. His parents surely had no other plans for him than to marry him off to some other powerful nation to strengthen their connections. Of course they might not have considered their biggest unofficial rivals at first. But when they get an offer from you, they won’t be able to decline- Not when your nation had the biggest army on an entire continent. Besides, an alliance with a neighboring clan, with whom you have to negotiate and plan constantly, has nothing but advantages. Situation looked a little worse in your case. From the first heir, everyone always expected offspring... but everything could be worked around.
Emerging from the web of tail strands, you returned to Jiyan's chest. Your favorite spot. From frequent training and fighting in battles, his pecs had become remarkably developed. So fleshy... so large... so warm... You loved to squeeze them, knead them, massage them. Bite them. And in times of relaxation, when you were stationed in the same camp after joining forces and attacking barbarian nations together, you loved to rest your heavy head on them. They were the best cushions. And you never slept better than with him by your side.
Slowly you began to trace a path down to his waist. Bloody narrow and incredibly arousing. Especially when it formed a perfect hourglass shape, transitioning into wide hips and an even broader chest. He often hid it beneath generous fabrics of his clothes. But when you bathed together in a secluded lake... You could feel it practically screaming at you. Telling you to lock it in a tight embrace. Your two large hands were almost enough to wrap around it.
The room suddenly felt stuffy. Jiyan was getting hot. Every part of his body that your fingers just brushed against, even through the barrier of his clothes, immediately began to throb. His cheeks must have already turned a deep crimson. If not his entire face... His breathing grew shallow. Jiyan gasped for air in small, ragged breaths. He tried to straighten up every few moments so he wouldn’t slump against a door. Tried to pull and twist away from your magical touch. But as soon as he managed to do so, he came back right away. Jiyan moved closer to you. Positioned himself to offer you as much of his body as possible. Exactly as if he were struggling with the best drug.
-You didn’t reply...
He finally announced, trying somehow to win this battle and divert your attention from his narrow waist. Or at least get a quick break to catch his breath and steady his heartbeat. His head was turned to the side, frantically avoiding your gaze. Lips puckered forward, a bit disappointed. Voice raised in a way that made him sound as offended as possible. The cutie felt rejected.
You closed your eyes, soaking in his words. You stopped moving halfway through, trying to control the sudden urge of desire. You loved how blunt he could be sometimes. Jiyan didn’t know a thing about flirting and that was so damn thrilling. He was so different from all the heiresses your father wanted to match you with and from all your other admirers. He was so naive, so clueless, so utterly lost-
-Agh, jagiya -you growled trying to compose yourself- What are you doing to me…
Being little taken aback Jiyan suddenly fluttered his eyelashes and decided to look at you after all. Jagiya? Oh, how long it had been since he’d heard that… One word was enough and he already felt as if ground was slipping away from under his feet. He thanked Jue that you hadn’t released him and still held him tightly around the waist because if no, he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his balance.
-I couldn’t write back because I knew how much you’d distract me. And I have to take care of a few things to make sure no one can bother us-
You’d wrapped him around your finger again. He was drinking in your words like crazy. Jiyan believed in your good intentions. Didn’t question a single one of your statements. Was it youthful naivety or lovesick fascination? Or maybe both? He might not have even processed your words at all. Maybe he was just captivated by your low voice, as smooth as liquid honey. He didn’t think about meaning or consequences, only the pleasure.
But not this time. This time, offense and curiosity allowed him to retain what remained of his sanity. And he managed to pull himself together at the last moment, before he completely surrendered to you. Before he succumbed to the alluring vibrations caressing his eardrums.
-What things?
You clicked your tongue in despise. You didn’t like it when things weren’t going your way. Even the smallest detail disrupting the perfect harmony of your plan was irritating. Pretty little things like him should just sit there quietly and say nothing. Look pretty by your side and let you bask in their company.
Just kidding. He’d be too boring then. And just like the rest. But you preferred it when he obeyed you. And caused trouble only for others.
-Does it matter, jagiya? Right now I’m in the mood for something else-
You examined him from head to toe, lingering your gaze on the area around his crotch. You dug your fingers deeper into his pelvis. Meeting with resistance from his hip bones. Shit. He was so hot... You hoped to leave your mark on him. No one deserved to see him like this. But you dreamed that he’d realize who he belonged to every time he looked in the mirror. Especially when you’d have to go back to your people again.
Jiyan inspired by a sudden surge of courage, or perhaps on the contrary by fear, strained every muscle and raised his hands. You felt on your chest tiny, delicate palms. A damn charming pressure that was supposed to keep you at a distance but resembled more a feathery caress.
It’s hardly surprising that a moment later boy found himself in your arms by just a single tug. Your lips met and your clothes lost contact with your heated skin-
When it was all over you sat on a floor calmly coming back to the present. You were leaning against a cupboard and he was resting against your back. Fascinated you traced patterns on his bare shoulders. You hadn’t let him put his shirt back on yet. You wanted to drink in the sight of his muscles glistening with beads of sweat. But you were a fair person yourself so you also stuck to just buttoning up your pants.
-...What things?
He suddenly broke the pleasant silence, resting his head more comfortably on your shoulder. When you sat cross-legged, he perfectly filled the empty space on your lap. Jiyan felt so cozy and secure while sealed off from the whole world and completely enclosed in your embrace. At your mercy...
-Which things?
-You said you had to take care of something...
You grimaced.
-So small, yet so curious-
With your fingers you began to playfully tap out a melody on his forearm. Yet your darling didn't seem to find it amusing. Or at least that's what his pouty face suggested. A look so charming it tore your heart. Dear Jue, thank you for being the only one who gets to experience this sight.
-I’m not small...
-Right, it’s getting harder and harder to keep you on my lap
For your sarcasm you got smacked on a shoulder.
-Just joking just joking, jagiya -you burst out laughing, rubbing the “sore” spot- In my eyes, you’ll always be that lil’ one I feel the need to protect. Also you’re not heavy at all. And if you ever were, I’d just have to train harder to meet my jagiya’s standards -you finished with a charming smile.
-Are you changing the subject?
-Me? Never
Jiyan instantly froze you with his gaze. In your imagination you could already picture how perfectly he would fulfill his role, sharing the throne by your side.
-Okay, okay! Don’t get mad…
You began slowly, trying to finally get to the point but at the same time lighten the mood.
-I just need to find an heir so no one can demand it from me in the future. And he has to be young enough not to pose a threat during my time in power. And well... lonely enough that no one can turn him against me
You were rambling almost casually. As if you were stating the obvious. A normal routine of your life. As if it were just a meaningless triviality. A small detail. A flaw that to your horror, you couldn’t omit from your biography. Jiyan looked at you slightly terrified and swallowed hard.
-You’re not talking about any of your nephews, are you?
You send him a devilish smile, making no attempt to hide your pride and satisfaction.
-And that’s exactly why you shouldn't trouble your beautiful little head with it, jagiya. Let me handle these matters
You probably will have to spare your brother for a few more weeks... Just in case Jiyan gets suspicious. You wouldn’t want to look bad in his eyes. Pretending to be a hero with a merciful heart had brought you significant advantages in achieving your goals. Especially when it came to love.
-But you promise you won’t do anything stupid and that you’ll stay safe?
You grimaced. Jiyan however only strengthened his piercing gaze.
-Promise?...
You sighed.
-...I promise
-Oh and from now on, you'd better stay in touch with me-
*greeting the goose - close, but no cigar (about a goal that ultimately wasn't achieved because something happened that made it impossible)
malereader x Rover/Jiyan/Luuk/Mortefi/Xiangli Yao/ Brant/Calcharo/Chisa/Cantarella/Zani (separated), fluff, scenarios;
I’m not coming back from my hiatus yet but I’ve written a few things and special period in calendar is coming so I decided to post something, though with no pressure
Rover
He's just such a cutie, constantly seeking your attention. Suddenly he starts reaching out towards you with his little hands and you already know what to do. Especially when his eyes start to glaze over and corners of his mouth turn down forming a tiny sad horseshoe. If you hesitate, he might even let out a soft little whimper. So you scoop him up as fast as possible. Your big palms easily squeeze around his slim waist, covering it almost completely. You lift him up without any effort. Not even a single grimace on your face. As if he weighs nothing at all. You take a seat yourself and then settle him onto your lap.
-Did my baby miss me?
You ask in a sweet, eager voice, matching his cuteness. And he gets even more emotional. His head drops even lower and subtle whines only grow stronger. Overwhelmed, you nervously wipe away tiny tears that suddenly well up in corners of his eyes. And after, plant two quick kisses on both his eyelids.
-Don’t cry, baby. Don’t cry- you soothe his adorable cries
Rover fidgets on your lap and hides his face in your chest. He’s just such a shy little bundle of joy...
This rosy cheeks, resembling ripe strawberries... And this small, fragile body that fits perfectly against yours... Sometimes he feels as light as a feather. As if he weren’t there at all. Only the fact that he constantly plays with your hands, comparing them to his own, keeps you from forgetting him. You’re so big... Almost twice his size! In your embrace, he feels so little. And so safe too... As if you could hide him from all the evil in this world. Occasionally, when someone sees you in this position, they get very embarrassed. As if they’d witnessed something that shouldn’t see reach the public eye...
Jiyan
When you’re far from home... Tents set up in the camp don’t provide enough warmth... And the exhaustion from a long and bloody battle is taking its toll... Jiyan doesn’t think much at that moment. He’s a little spaced out, as if in another world. He’s just looking for warmth and comfort. And where else would he find more of it than in your embrace?
He finds you on a hill under the old tree, where you’re patrolling the camp. Or in your tent, when you’re getting ready for bed. He doesn’t say a word. With a pouty face, he spreads your arms apart on his own. Makes a spot for himself and slips onto your lap. He fidgets for a good few minutes until he finds a perfect position. And then he buries his head in the crook of your neck, closing his heavy eyelids. You watch as he immediately drifts off to another realm. Completely worn out after several sleepless nights... His breathing slows and his muscles relax, feeling more like playdough in your hands. You try to lean comfortably against a tall pile of pillows or a rotting tree stump. With difficulty, you reach out, trying to grab the fluffy blanket. Your constant companion on chilly evenings. Often serving as a cloak wrapped around your boyfriend’s shoulders.
When Jiyan treats you like the most comfortable bed, you cover both of you thoroughly. Tucking in all the edges so that not a single breeze can get inside. You brush the rebellious strands of hair from Jiyan’s forehead and plant a warm kiss on top of it. Hug him tighter, like a big teddy bear and let yourself drift off to sleep for a little while...
Luuk
He has a particular preference. To take place on your lap by straddling you. And he’s so nonchalant about it... He approaches you with smug, cheeky smirk. Sensually swaying his hips from side to side. Slowly, seductively... He approaches you like a predator hunting its prey. In his head, he’s already plotting a cunning plan on how to wrap you around his finger. And he’s doing a great job of it. He hasn’t even touched you and yet, instead of seeing through his intentions, you’re focusing all your attention on those rounded curves. Swaying in perfect rhythm. When he finally stops in front of you... Just a few inches away- Literally within arm’s reach- You look at him with thirst. Luuk chuckles softly at the sight of you and just grins a little wider. Warmer. As if with fondness. You want to grab him- Touch him- Feel his wonderfully cool skin against your own. But you don’t have the courage. His pure, glowing figure doesn't deserve any taint. Like a precious white canvas, waiting only for the best painter.
Luuk reaches out to you himself. He places his hand gently on your shoulders, sending a sudden jolt of tension through your body. You straighten up and stiffen, looking up at him hopefully. Your diva is playing with you like a toy. Slowly, without haste. He throws one of his legs over you. And he does it with his usual grace. Like a dancer from a ballet troupe performing a show featuring elegant swans.
When you start to run out of saliva and suddenly gulp down only dryness in your mouth, he finally takes pity on you and lands on your lap. Sudden gust of air lifts his hair and robes slightly upward. Luuk immediately finds his preferred position. Takes your hands and without breaking eye contact places them in the dip of his waist. Then wraps his agile, slender arms around your neck and, with that sly smirk, pulls you towards him.
Your eyes dart between his scarlet irises and plump lips. Finally you lose your patience and let your lips meet his. Slightly surprised, he just smiles even wider, clearly excited. You pull each other as close as possible, breaking down all barriers and distances.
Oh, how he loves to claim your lap... Only he has the right to sit on it. And you will serve him like this whenever he desires...
Mortefi
Sometimes, when he’s working late nights at his office, he can’t help but notice through his glasses how exhausted you look. Tired of your nagging boss, dissatisfied clients, or that rude passerby who can’t even say “sorry” when they bump into you on a street. All it takes is for Mortefi to glance at you and he knows something is wrong. Your head is bowed, your shoulders slumped and only a loud sigh escapes you after a brief greeting instead of usual small talk. Suddenly, your towering posture, which evokes respect and admiration, shrinks along with your broad shoulders. Your partner immediately reciprocates your gloomy mood. Full of pity and compassion, he himself become sad. Puts aside his projects and walks towards you. Gently catches your wrist and stands on tiptoe.
-Sit -he says after planting a quick kiss on your cheek.
You nod and he lets you go satisfied. Watching as you make your way towards his chair with a sluggish steps. Mortefi closes the door behind you and turns the key. At this hour hardly anyone is working in the Department, but a little caution never hurts. He’d rather not lose face in front of his subordinates.
Before you have a chance to realize what's happening, a pair of legs appears in your line of sight. Black pants don't stand out much against dimly lighted panels. However situation changes drastically when someone unzips them and, with a slow, subtle motion, slides the fabric down. Slightly surprised youlook up and gaze at your partner in confusion. Mortefi smiles only faintly. And while using one of your shoulders for support, elegantly and gracefully slips the lower part of his clothing off. Amazed, you look back down at your favorite snow-white thighs. Perfectly contrasting with red dragon scales that reach slightly down, below the left leg of his boxers.
Pleased with himself, Mortefi lets you enjoy the view for a moment before turning his back to you and settling comfortably onto your lap. Stunned, you watch this completely unsure of what to do. As if all this hardships of today had made you totally forget that similar situations have apparently happened many times before.
Mortefi being a good partner, takes care of his dumbstruck other half. He grabs the tops of your hands with his palms. Intertwines your fingers together and then guides them to his things. He places your hands on a body similar to a comfy pillow and lets go after a moment. When he feels your composure returning,
-Just control yourself, I still have work to do -he points out, letting you have your way
You can only swallow hard and stare with fascination at that one specific spot... Of course your eyes sparkle with excitement. Once again, you have your favorite stress-relief toys at your disposal. You can’t help yourself. You simply have to start kneading them. Back and forth- Harder, gentler- Taking turns between squeezing and stroking-You admire how the excess of pressed flesh suddenly spills out between your fingers. How you leave red marks on white canvas. Your marks. Your claim on this territory.
Mortefi simply leans more comfortably against your broad, sturdy chest and lets out a satisfied sigh. As he analyzes the folders of documents, he feels great support beneath his back and at the same time pleasant tingling in his legs...
Xiangli Yao
Being the youngest multidisciplinary scientist at the Academy is a truly demanding and responsible task. It requires constant availability, endless analysis and a great deal of professionalism. All this excess of obligations are coupled with enormous amounts of stress and burnout. But fortunately Xiangli Yao found the way to solve these problems. Even though it may seem slightly unconventional...
To clarify, he didn’t come up with it himself. Someone else dragged him into this shadowy, bottomless world... Dark side of computers which he uses every day.
On one late evening... In a dark, empty laboratory.... With a lone fluorescent lamp providing light for just a single workstation... Deadline of important research shifted at the last minute by one month... And Xiangli Yao being the only one whose batteries hadn’t completely run out...
He pushed himself to finish tasks as soon as possible. Accompanied by four cups of coffee and a few energy drinks. Something finally snapped inside the man when he clicked the magic “send” button. By this one little gesture he let out all his adrenaline. With no specific goal, all the stress and exhaustion merged into one and overwhelmed poor Xiangli Yao who even forgot how to get up from a chair. With dark circles under his eyes and stained clothes, he looked like a wreck. And that’s when he heard a quiet “Psst—” in the darkness, trying to get his attention. And then “I have some good stuff". That’s exactly how Xiangli Yao got drawn into the world of gaming by a nerdy employee from another Department.
Now, when no one from his team is around... When he knows he’s completed the most crucial assignments and you’re the only one in the office/apartment... He allows himself a moment of pleasure. But the delight wouldn’t betruly fulfilled if it weren’t shared with his beloved!
Xiangli Yao doesn’t have much free time to himself, so when you’re not going together for walks, lunch breaks or exploring amusement park, he still desperately wants to have you by his side. Or maybe it’s you who wants that? Maybe you’re the one who starts walking up to his desk and asking him to stand up for a moment? But judging by your boyfriend’s excitement, he’s definitely looking forward to this moment. When you take his place in comfortable gaming chair and he, without taking his eyes off a screen, settles onto your lap and leans his back against your chest. With a big smile, he enjoys as you wrap a small blanket around both of your bodies. It’s waiting for you right there in the basket, meant precisely for such occasions. You don’t want your beloved to get cold sitting there all night wearing only your white blouse which is way too big for him and shorts. Or worse, boxers... Besides, extra layer of fabric is a great protection against your lewd thoughts... That always arise at the sight of those snow-white thighs. His long legs are always your weakness. Especially when you see them first thing in the kitchen, when Xiangli Yao is making you morning tea in exactly the same outfit. Almost as if he were wearing a nightgown...
But the protection stops working when your hands start to feel the chill and when you slide them gently from your boyfriend’s waist, guiding them under a fluffy coat... At first, you just rest them on his thigh. Xiangli Yao jumps slightly and hisses softly at the unwelcome cold that contrasts sharply with his already warm legs.
After a while though, you start to get bored... You love watching your boyfriend play. Tracking his adorable reactions or getting drawn into the game yourself. At some point however, it becomes a bit monotonous. Your limbs make themselves known and without knowing what to do with them, you start running them up and down your boyfriend’s smooth, freshly shaved thighs... They’re so soft to the touch! You just can’t resist! Sometimes you pinch them for fun, hoping he’ll jump again but he just shakes his head amused.
When you get a little too touchy and eager though, there’s no denying that his breathing speeds up slightly. And a blush creeps onto his cheeks. Whether from frustration or arousal. But when your hands shift position and accidentally slip under his shirt too... Tracing the path of his six-pack muscles... On that tiny, slim belly of his... Things start to get very risky.
-B-babe- please-... M-my game-
He whines a lot and squirms from side to side, trying to break free from your embrace. But he’s too weak. Definitely helpless in your presence. The only thing he can do right now is melt into your lap, press himself harder against your chest and shyly nestle his head into the hollow of your neck...
Brant
When he hands you his captain’s hat and calls you his captain, it goes without saying that he must treat your lap as his throne. You are one. As captain, of course. Head of one ship in two forms. One is more mischievous and playful, while the other is more responsible and firm when it comes to counting drinks.
At a feast or in a bar, he prefers not to leave you alone. He’s a bit oversensitive and needs to mark his territory. He also likes to show you off. As if laughing in everyone’s face “Look everyone, this is my man and no one can touch him”. Pirates are very sly. Not everyone should be trusted. Some try to charm you with their persona and fake good intentions. But when they get the chance, they’ll gladly take advantage of it to plunder all the treasures. And you definitely grew into a status of one of this shiny goods. You don’t look like a typical pirate. You are far too handsome and noble. Like a precious diamond. You don't resemble those drunken, vulgar and drooling comrades. This flatters Brant's ego even more. That he managed to snag someone like you. It’s an achievement of the highest scale. No sea voyage has been as fruitful as that one on which he met you.
So his uncertain companions could only envy from afar. Cast longing glances. And better not to come within range of Brant’s sword. He doesn’t have to get off your lap to take someone’s life.
You’re also comfortable... Much nicer than an old wooden chair with splinters sticking out. With a wide frame providing greater back support. Your cushioned muscles radiate warmth on a chilly evening...
Option of two people sharing one chair is also more economical! Since it takes up less space. And to be honest, when Brant drinks a lot he doesn’t really realize where he’s going or on what he’s sitting. Out of habit, you somehow always end up under his bent knees.
So no one is surprised when during the evening feast Brant suddenly slides onto your lap... In a split second. You just feel something suddenly fall onto your thighs. It doesn’t seem heavy or unpleasant to you though. Maybe you’ve just gotten used to it. Maybe carrying barrels has built up an unbridled strength in you. Or maybe he’s so smooth doing this that it’s more like a parrot dropping a nut from its beak than a man weighing several dozen pounds plopping down.
You only begin to feel the weight of his thighs after about an hour. When some vibrations suddenly start running through your numb legs... After a brief fog caused by fast drinking, Brant finally regains his energy. Rhythm of music begins to flow through his veins. And the man is torn between jumping onto the dance floor and staying close to you. Ultimately however you win this duel. It doesn’t quite make you happy though. Especially when he starts wriggling ruthlessly in a place where he shouldn’t. He’s so carefree... Completely unaware of any danger. Of the effect he has on you- Of how his round buttocks, hugged by tight white pants, press perfectly against your sensitive spot- You feel a sudden rush of adrenaline. Suffocating heat. A flush on your face. A racing heartbeat. Even a drop of sweat trickling down your temple. You clench your hands tighter around his waist, trying to keep him in check. But alcohol is giving him enormous strength. You’re helpless against the dance he’s performing on your lap. All you can do is shut your eyes tight, tilt your head back and beg for mercy.
And if you’ve lost your patience, slip one hand under his knees. Wrap the other around his back. And with a sweeping motion, lift him up and take him to your cabin...
Calcharo
Don’t even dream that he’ll sit on your lap of his free will. He’d rather jump off a bridge or throw himself in front of a truck than allow himself to commit such a humiliating, unmanly act.
You can ask him. You can beg him. Lurk for his weakness. Offer yourself in every possible way. And he’ll still flat-out refuse you. He’ll always pull away inches before his legs touch yours.
The only way to experience this special sensation is to approach Calcharo with a trick. Well, maybe not exactly a trick... Because man knows exactly what you're up to.
You have to win this. Make a bet and fight for everything. Sometimes it's “just” a card game, sometimes a full-on sparring match, sometimes a competition to see who completes more missions in a week. It's never a simple or ordinary task. Despite the peaceful atmosphere, you always give it your all. Until the last drop of sweat and the last cut on your body. Unfortunately with Calcharo’s experience and strength you often lose. Maybe you play the "typical male role" in this relationship but that doesn’t take anything away from your boyfriend. He’s always been independent, firm and dominant. Before meeting you, he couldn’t even imagine that he might ever submit to anyone. And even now, he rarely does.
But it does happen. Though only when he wants to. Or when he feels sorry for you...
When you manage to humble his confidence and win, you always wish for just one thing. Calcharo has no choice but to agree. Honour and keeping his word are sacred. But it has to happen on his terms. You have to be alone. Preferably in your bedroom, because that’s the only place where he feels completely safe and discreet. After all, only the two of you have access there. You have to be free the next day. Because he doubts he’ll be able to pull himself together within 24 hours. Not with these emotions and this embarrassment. It’s best if night has already fallen, so you’ve finished all your chores and your evening routine. And above all, under no circumstances you can never tell anyone about this. Not even him. Never try to utter words “do you remember when…”. He swears your nose will buddy up with his fist. You have no right to use this weakness against him. He doesn’t want to bring up this “life-altering trauma.”
-Come here, love-
You try to coax him over, beckoning him with a wave of your hand. You’re sitting on the edge of a bed and he’s looking at you warily from across the room. As if he’s about to spot some trap in your lap.
In the end though, he gives in to the will to get it all over with as quickly as possible. He sits down on your lap sideways. Acting as if offended. Not even bothering to look at you. His arms are crossed over his chest, unwilling to touch you any further. You can feel how tense he is on your thighs. It’s so awkward and comical. And yet so damn cute and entertaining. You soak up the sight and get high on it like on finest liquor.
Hesitantly, you raise your hands and slowly bring them towards him. Testing the waters. When you don’t see any fangs showing, you seize the opportunity and suddenly trap him in a tight embrace. Calcharo hisses at this, as if unhappy. But when you pull him closer and you both suddenly fall back onto the expensive sheets, one corner of his lips gently lifts upward. In the end you attention can be very pleasant...
Chisa
-S-senpai?
You suddenly hear her shy question. Chisa looks at you completely lost, with wide eyes and her lips slightly parted. One moment she was walking along the sidewalk to the library across the university courtyard and the next she was abruptly pulled by the wrist towards a nearby bench. She didn’t even have time to react before she fell onto your lap with a loud thud. She frantically tried to adjust ruffles of her skirt. Attempting to cover her bare thighs as best she could. Short fabric however did a poor job of fulfilling its purpose. In this position, it perfectly exposed most of Chisa body, allowing her delicate legs to glisten in the afternoon sun.
-I have to borrow some books before break ends-
She said pleadingly, trying to slip out of your embrace. Your fingers burned her hips through the layer of her uniform. They caused a slight tingling. Rush of excitement. Quickened her heartbeat.
With a slow but precisely calculated movement, you slid your hands dangerously low. Chisa suddenly clenched her legs tighter. She began to fear further consequences. Don’t think about it- don’t think about it... Embarrassed, she even bit her lower lip chewing on it relentlessly.
-Another research project?
Chisa nodded her petite head in agreement. With her tiny, delicate fingers she fiddled with the hem of her black sweater.
-Group work. Presentation will account for forty percent of our grade for this course in summer semester
Adored by rosy cheeks, she frantically avoided your eye contact.
-Hmm... -you pretended to think for a moment- But I don’t want to let you go just yet...
You began to debate with a sly smirk. Girl instantly grew nervous and tensed up. Like a rabbit at the sight of a fox lurking nearby. Her nose began to wrinkle slightly as she tried to take a breath and control her frustration.
-... But- I-
-You what? Don’t want to spend time with your boyfriend?
-N-no! S-senpai, i-it’s not like that!- she raised her hands high and began waving them in denial.
-Great -you admitted satisfied- So let’s stay that way-
Defeated Chisa let out a sigh and dropped her shoulders. She didn’t stand a chance against you anyway. She always caves in to you. It seems like she’ll have to go get the materials the next day-...
-I’ll walk you to the library before the next class starts. Just give me five minutes -you replied with a yawn, feeling sorry for your hard-working girlfriend’s grades. Someone has to tutor you eventually...
You closed your eyes and rested your heavy head on Chisa’s shoulder. Maybe a little nap wouldn’t be a bad idea? Especially after an all-night party...
Cantarella
She is not shy about it at all. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Sometimes you’re the one left with flushed cheeks when she suddenly does it in public. She just knocks you off guard. And to be honest, you have to watch yourself really carefully so you don’t get aroused in front of your friends. That would be too embarrassing...
And when you have someone like her on your lap, this task becomes very difficult. Not only is the head of Fisalia family an epitome of beauty but thin fabric of her dress serves no barrier whatsoever. And a close-up view from above of what’s hidden in the area of her chest? It’s just too much. Someone better get a fan 'cause you're about to faint-
Cantarella takes a great pleasure in your reaction. She laughs softly at the feel of your stiffened muscles and look of terror in your eyes. And then she taps your nose with one finger. With that charming smile of hers. Full of pride. As if she knew exactly how she affects you. And knew that you knew it too. But you’re too pure and too much of a gentleman to do anything about it in front of others. Move on to second base... And you certainly couldn’t push her off your lap either. That’s why she loves you, sometimes you can be sooo sweet~
Besides in her company probably everyone loses control. It’s hard not to succumb to such a sly beauty...
She definitely doesn’t lose her confidence while sitting on you and treats it like a completely normal situation. Even when your friends give you suggestive looks, she pretends not to notice them at all. As if it were obvious that you’re her chair. She talks to them freely and praises you nonstop. Something like “My hubby did this- my hubby did that-”
She probably also plays with strands of your hair that fall across your forehead and massages your head with slow movements. A bit like with a mother’s tenderness. Even though you don’t have children yet, her instinct as the perfect lady of the house is already awakening. She’s made for the role of a wife and mother who would keep the household in perfect order.
Oh, but don’t worry! When you’re alone in her mansion (that means: now your mansion) you make the most of the opportunity! And you spring into action right away. Grabbing her firmly by thick thighs and then carrying her like a princess into a bedroom. That’s when she lets out a sudden cry of surprise...
Zani
Sometimes when you visit her office at the bank you can see just how tired she is. She walks with slow, sluggish steps and a downcast expression. As if all her energy has been drained from her. Zani pretends she doesn’t care about anything. That she just wants to get the job done and go on her long-awaited vacation. But you know there’s more to it than that. That she puts her whole heart into her work. So when someone completely fails to appreciate her dedication, piling on more tasks and criticizing her, she withdraws and truly feels mentally exhausted. She needs companionship. And who could do a better job here than her own fiancé?
You take a seat in her swivel chair and pat your lap in inviting gesture. Zani seizes the opportunity and slides onto you without a moment of hesitation. You feel her pleasant weight on you. Her plump thighs are impossible to ignore. Tight fabric of her elegant pants perfectly highlights all the curves. Thin threads barely keep everything in place. You don’t know where to focus your attention. On that appetizing part of her leg that you use as a pillow every free evening? Or on that narrow waist, perfectly highlighted by firmly fastened belt? Together with her broad chest and wide hips, whole creates the perfect hourglass figure for Zani.
Out of habit, your hands grasp your fiancée at the slimmest part of her waist. Then, with slow, precise movements, you lurk towards your goal... Sliding downward you feel every bump and every radiance of heat from her warm body. Zani feels it too. She pretends to be unfazed. Doesn’t let her cheeks flush. You even begin to doubt she’s capable of it. Her breathing however quickens slightly. It’s very subtle, unnoticeable to anyone else but you’re highly sensitized to it. And the things that are happening in her head right now? An extraordinary rush of thoughts that will forever remain her secret alone. She loses the ability to focus on work, responsibilities and stress. With the flood of intense emotions and fragmented thoughts, constantly replaced by new ones, her operating system practically freezes up. And the only way to reset is to drift away... Think of nothing and give herself over to you completely. Especially when you knead her thighs with strong, decisive movements. Massaging away her tension and fatigue. She knows full well that the only thing you’re thinking about at that moment are memories of your head tightly locked in her legs and squeezed by spasmodic movements...
OVERVIEW: you are a veteran solo artist and Brant is a rising leader of new formed band. Both loved by many. Your confrontation can't end well. Especially when rivals like you are forced to work together. But why does this little rascal has to suddenly act so adorable? And why does he forgive you so easily?
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You felt sleep-deprived and worn out. Sweat poured down your body in thin streams. Yet you slowly managed to regulate your breathing. In your mind, you could already picture the comfort of your bedroom. Cosy sheets and warm feather-filled pillows. You swear that after this concert, you will sleep through an entire weekend. Or at least as much as your beloved, alluring "boss" will allow before filling your schedule with new assignments...
-Here - you heard the sound of papers being thrown onto a glass tabletop - Your next job
You opened your eyes with difficulty and looked ahead. Hissed by a habbit. You already knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. No spa trip for you. And you desperately needed that massage...
You pushed yourself lightly away from a seat, on which you had already managed to sprawl yourself. You reached for that white stack on a coffee table and with boredom began skim through long text.
Suddenly a line in bold print caught your eye. People involved in the project. You gave your manager a dirty look.
-Really?
You sighed heavily and sank back into a white leather sofa.
-...him?
You looked at her with disbelief. She must have really lost her mind. And good taste.
-Do not even give me this face
Woman with two pink ponytails threatened you firmly with her finger and then propped herself on her hips.
-It was Jinzhou Entertainment's idea. They offered our label a collaboration and President said it was a great opportunity to take advantage of their current spotlight
Woman swiftly moved past the table and sat down on a couch next to you. Casually shoving you with her elbow and urgently whispering move. She pushed you aside, trying to make some space for herself. She absolutely had to try those chips that staff left for you on snack display.
-Us? Are we supposed to benefit from them? - you snorted with disbelief - That old geezer should have stepped down a long time ago
-That old geezer discovered you and opened a door to your career. You could listen to him sometimes
You clicked your tongue. You didn't like when she was right.
-You know I don't normally question him... -you admitted with distaste- But this? Have he forgotten that SOL3 has been in this business for decades? We have practically the longest track record. We are one of the pillars of an entire music show business in this country! Everyone knows us and compares to us-... And now we're supposed to ask for help from some young folks who started just a few years ago? They're still nobodies
You ranted with frustration. Tilted your head back and closed your eyes. You felt like your batteries were losing even more power instead of recharging.
-Not ask - she emphasized, munching on a salty snacks -That's the point. We'll take advantage of the fact that they're asking. You know how drastically they've been gaining popularity lately. We could steal some of their boost before our other rivals do. You could use some new fans too, you haven't opened up to any new circles in a long time
-Because I don't need to, I have enough. And if you don't believe me I can show you all my trophies above the fireplace
-[M/N]! -she whinned
She knew you were just teasing her. You weren't one of those spoiled stars. That's why she loved working with you. And also because you liked to take on challenging projects... But at the same time, she knew how much you disliked this particular artist. It could be one of those thin lines you wouldn't cross.
-Alright, alright-
You started to calm woman down as she tugged at the sleeve of your leather jacket.
-But of all the possible idols they have, why him? Even a rookie would be better...
-Because they want to launch his solo career. They need a little advertising and who could give a small star more public exposure than you?
She started to bait you before launching into her attack with a great vigour. She was too good at it.
-I'm telling you, no one! And I can prove it to you with all your trophies above the fireplace!
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-A solo career so early? Their band hasn't even been around for a year
You looked skeptically at the boy with turquoise hair while gossiping with your manager on a side.
Both of you with arms crossed over your chests. Somewhere in the shadows near expensive cameras. Right where the source of light came from. Light that casted its shine onto a white background and center of set, where stood your rival. Although he was currently far from posing any threat to you...
-But you know how well things are going for them, they're rapidly climbing to the top of charts and their fandom is growing day by day. Their debut was a real success! And their company definitely wants to take advantage of that. Brant will continue to play in the band but while they're still in the spotlight, their CEO wants to secure him the best possible position in solo career. Jinshi is a smart woman and she acts very quickly. It's no surprise that Jinzhou is rising in ranks under her leadership
You just nodded in agreement. You were more interested in watching this awkward boy than talking to Lupa. He looked like something cat dragged in. A moment ago he almost knocked someone over, then he bumped into something and now he was hysterically apologizing for it. What's worse, he was stuttering terribly and blushing like a beetroot. He must have been truly nervous.
You weren't happy about it but you had no choice... if you didn't help him, you wouldn't get out of there until late evening.
So without thinking twice, you left your manager and quickly crossed the distance between you and that boy. Didn't even pay attention to Lupa calling your name.
Woman from the staff silently thanked you and treated you as her saviour. She started to get stressed herself, not knowing how to explain to new singer that nothing big had happened. And the presence of other model was a perfect excuse to escape.
-Brant?
You looked at the boy with slight contempt. You didn't even stand in front of him, just next to him. Shoulder to shoulder. You even had to tilt your head back slightly to see him. As if indicating that you were above him. That you were higher in hierarchy.
At the sight of you, expression on a face of assumed "Brant" instinctively changed from flustered and warm to more hostile.
-Yes?
What was he supposed to say? Fall to his knees before the great [M/N]? Who greets people like that?!
-First of all, stop apologizing so much. And secondly, do what I say and maybe we'll both get out of this unscathed
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Brant couldn't stand you so much. You were arrogant, narcissistic and the way you ordered him around was more than degrading! But he couldn't deny that your tips were very helpful... And with your demeanor, you did a great job of distracting him from cameras' flashing and dozen pairs of eyes staring at him. Waiting for good results as soon as possible. He didn't have time to be stressed when he was angry at you. And when he wondered what you would look like with your face smashed into a sour apple. He would have gladly hit you himself.
Wait. Did he just giggle?
-Don't laugh so much or photographer will run out of film for pictures
He couldn't help but roll his eyes at your remark.
You were modeling directly opposite of each other. Faces only a few inches apart. In a position similar to that of athletes starting a race. Tension was hanging in the air. A great shot for a campaign of new deodorants. Unbelievable freshness - or something around this words proclaimed the main slogan.
-Oh, don't worry, hyung. We have digital cameras these days -he added sarcastically with a cheeky smile.
-Are you trying to imply that I'm old?
A small spark of rivalry lit up in your eyes. An intense flame that blinded even the staff.
A delighted voice of photographer rang out across the hall. Maybe you can still make it to that masseur...
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-Well, well -Lupa whistled behind the wheel- You really helped that kid today
-I don't know what you're talking about
You replied with reluctance, immediately looking out the window. Streetlights flickered nicely in your eyes and soothed your senses.
-Oh please! Do not even pretend
You felt a sudden strong pull. Vehicle changed lanes. And sound of a horn and your manager's loud scream filled the air.
-How are you driving, you moron!
She beeped again and you snorted in amusement, shaking your head with sympathy.
-Really... these days they hand out driver's licenses simply for showing up to an exam
She added bitterly, clearly irritated. You didn't even realize what had actually happened on a road and you preferred not to ask. Your temples were throbbing anyway after a hard week at work.
-But what was I talking about? Ah, right! Photo shoot... Till you approached him, I thought he was going to faint on a spot. Or at least I figured that without some drastic editing we wouldn't get any good shots. And here we are, with so many useful ones! What did you say to him that made him relax right away?
-Nothing much... -you waved it off in a dismissive gesture- I just was in a similar situation once
-Since I've been dealing with you, I don't remember you ever being such a mess
Corners of your mouth automatically lifted at the old memories. You chuckled.
-Because that was way before you...
-Hmpf, whatever you say-... But really, at first I started to wonder where all his good sessions in newspapers came from... This guy has a talent for stressing everyone around him.
-Don't be surprised. He usually works with his team. Has his close ones around him. Feels safe, comfortable... and here? It was his first solo project, he had no idea what to do with himself...
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[chix-chix-CHA!]: Have you seen latest photoshoot with [M/N] and Brant??? I can feel the power! And the flames rising! @You'tan @Feather
-->[Feather]: oh! Brant looks so cute! Especially in this second photo!
----->[chix-chix-CHA!]: Yes, girl! And [M/N]? I can feel these muscles even without taking off his shirt!
[Alex127]: Guys... why do they look lowkey good together...?
[Marigold_]: These outfits? On point!
[justice4brant]: Ah Brant! My baby is collaborating with such icons!
[timothy_clark]: brant's solo waiting list --->
[sunny.day]: omg... wasn't [M/N] saying on live that he doesn't plan to collaborate with new bands? Can we hope for more?!
[stan_BLACKFOREST]: one more group to stan I guess...
[[M/N] wife]: [M/N] looks so hot!!
[4TO1 forever]: M/N and leader of S.H.I.P. in one room, just inches apart... I can finally die in peace!
[_chengshi_]: @M/N official @CaptainBrant guys, what's it like to breathe the same air?
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-How's your day, mate?
You heard your bodyguard's voice behind. You instinctively put your phone down on a dressing table in front of you and looked at the reflection in a mirror. In door's threshold stood a tall, muscular man with long white hair and sharp facial features. Dressed entirely in black comfortable and rather modest clothes that didn't truly stand out.
-Been better, I suppose
Man snorted and shook his head with pity.
-You know what I think about entertainment shows with bunch of strangers -you added.
-You used to be fond of these opportunities to meet new people
-I used to naively hope that it might lead to a longer relationship
Calcharo nodded in agreement with a composed expression.
-But I heard today's is your lucky day. You're meeting someone familiar
You frowned. With curiosity piqued you quickly turned your chair towards the man.
-You mean Luno and Augusta?
You weren't perfectly sure what he implied.
Calcharo smiled victoriously and almost maliciously. There was a noticeable mockery in his voice. As if he knew something you didn't and took great amusement from it. After all he loved to bully you.
-They are hosts, you see them here at least once a year
-...Then?
-Apparently, your buddy from S.H.I.P. was invited too -he teased.
Wait. Does he mean-...?
You groaned in misery, sinking deeper into your chair.
-You're joking
Delighted by your reaction, he shook his head from side to side and swayed on his feet while tiptoeing. You hadn't seen him so happy in a long time.
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-And know... -Augusta began slowly, building up tension.
-...the best of the best! -Luno interrupted overjoyed.
-Right... -redhead immediately smiled, touched by her co-host's enthusiasm. Yet, slightly distracted, had to shake her head in order to get back on track- Your favorite competition!
-...Role-playing!
-Exactly! In this round, each contestant will draw a partner and a theme that they will have to perform
You turned off knowing this format well. As one of idols who never lost popularity, you were regularly invited here. Not only for solo interviews but also for these special episodes, aired on every anniversary of well-known entertainment show. Truth or dare! For such occasions, they always invited special guests from various labels. Some were solo artists, some were actors and a few were representing best bands at the time. Anything to boost ratings. That's why you shouldn't be surprised to see Brant. S.H.I.P. was currently on everyone's lips. They bought up all the billboards, covered street pillars with their posters and systematically rented mobile cafes branded with their name. Or maybe their fans and advertisers contributed significantly to this...
You would probably prefer if they invited Rover... He was a maknae, so he stood out and he was also sweet and harmless. Not to mention that he dominated entertainment shows, drawing all the attention with his aegyo. And Brant...
You really tried not to pay attention to him. Stayed at the opposite end of artists line. Teamed up only with people next to you. Looked straight ahead at the camera and potential viewers while speaking.
And when he gave a speech? You didn't care too much about words either (though just like with the other artists... You were only there physically, for the sake of your fans). Clapped when others clapped.
However, it was difficult not to feel that piercing gaze from opposite end of a room. Persistent, nosy. As if trying to draw attention to himself but losing courage at the last moment. Several times you tried to catch him red-handed, attempting to suddenly meet his gaze. But that little rascal had great reflexes. As soon as you turned around, he pretended to admire white corners of a ceiling. Yet when you were busy filming, his attention shifted back. As if he wished to focus it solely on you. At one point, you even wanted to approach him and ask what he was up to.
-[M/N]-oppa? Don't keep us in the dark!
Awakened from your trance, you glanced at slightly concerned Luno, who was doing her best to put on a brave face. It would be better if the recording went smoothly. Without having to redo any scene. Or worse, completely ignoring the problem and then creating suspicious clips about dubious state of one of the guests on their show.
That's why you smiled warmly, automatically charming young woman. She blushed and shuffled the bag, from which you drew a pink ball. Host moved onto a next participant and you looked around briefly in search of your partner. Better to get over with it.
You scanned hands of everyone to your right until your gaze fell on a same pink plastic ball. Bored, you raised your chin and saw Brant's frozen worried and completely disbelieving face.
Great.
You gritted your teeth, tensed your facial muscles and with a stiff smile, moved briskly towards your “partner.”
You played everything as in script, specifically for cameras. Shook your new friend's hand, joked around, introduced yourself enthusiastically and added something encouraging like, let's do our best. Just like everyone else around you. Excited about the fun and potential attention. Shouting fighting with fists raised to the sky.
It was difficult for Brant to get into the acting right away. He was rather stiff. Unable to utter a single word. One thing however remained unchanged. He was thoroughly fed up with your company.
That's why you tried to arrange him to face away from cameras aimed at you both. You didn't need any extra scandals.
-And now we'll reveal a theme of your task!
-Yes, exactly. Colors on your balls are not insignificant. We have assigned specific quotes from popular dramas to them. Are you ready to find out what you will have to play?
A loud yes! spread through the recording room. Women looked at each other in agreement and moved onto a next task.
-Which pair shall we start with?
Everyone looked at each other unsurely. Initial enthusiasm faded, replaced by anxiety and shyness.
Finally however, a pair nearby announced their willingness. As you may recall, they had been the loudest during the last two hours of shooting.
A scene from a popular comedy played on a small screen next to the staff. Timeless comedy that everyone knew and that made all generations laugh. Grandparents, parents, children. You breathed a slight sigh of relief, glad that you hadn't drawn the yellow ball. You doubted that you could replicate playful nature and humour of iconic meme scene.
Out of corner of your eye, you glanced at the shorter boy. Maybe it was because you were older and more experienced or maybe it was because he was so clumsy... But he systematically triggered some kind of protective instinct in you.
And at that moment it wasn't any better. Your blood suddenly flowed faster. You grimaced slightly. But not out of anger. Rather out of some strange sympathy. Brant covered in cold sweat, stared blankly at a small ball. Clearly overwhelmed by his fate. With trembling fingers, he clutched the toy tightly, turning it in all directions. As if naively hoping that at some point he might see a different color on it.
He seemed so hopeless... You swear you won't let him embarrass himself on this show. Especially since in behind-the-scenes footage of him around his team, he come across as a completely different livelier and sharper person.
-Hmm... since no one is volunteering, maybe we'll choose someone ourselves? -Augusta asked aloud and Luno immediately caught up.
Perfect host. Blue-haired woman hung on her friend's arm, looked at her with big starry eyes and asked in a pleading voice.
-Can we try the pink one? I'm really excited for this one!
-Sure! Guys? Come on!
You pretended to laugh joyfully and moved forward, pulling the other boy behind you. He almost tripped over his own feet and let you drag him along like a puppet.
Brant kept his gaze fixed on a ground until he heard the sound of rain and melancholic music. At the sight of two actors caressing each other's cheeks, his pupils immediately dilated and you felt nauseous. A romantic drama... Just your luck.
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[ciaccona.official]: @M/N official you are going to make me jealous, dear!
[DragonFlame]: @CaptainBrant we only left you for one day...
--> [chix-chix-CHA!]: omg omg is it official? or did his band just confirm it?
-----> [Jiyan01]: @DragonFlame you better hurry back to practice
[Sumika98]: Match made in heaven!
[[M/n]ant__]: I wish I had someone who looked at me the way [M/N] looks at Brant!
[Feather]: he really has a soft spot for our Captain
[sunny.day]: such a good chemistry u can't say otherwise
[valentine's day]: Who else here ships [M/n]ant?
[crow]: I always knew they were perfect for each other!
[sailling with S.H.I.P]: ...just give me a minute, I have some edits to make-...
[KU-Sprinkler]: We need more [M/n]ant!!!
[Beatrice05]: why no one told me that these two are so good together
[bullyingJianxin]: a duet that no one asked for but everyone needed
[nenelay]: Is it just me or is someone here going to be a little jealous?
--> [Jiyant4ever]: oh yeah! Brant will have someone to talk to at home...
-----> [Melodyyy]: Nah, I'm sure the sexiest bodyguard will be the most upset here!
[Bei_Ji]: Who is this guy with blue hair?
[_noone__]: I've never been a fan of M/N but after this episode I think I need to check out more of his interviews
[Hua Lielang]: best episode!
[4TO1 forever]: I see it, I ship it!
[S.H.I.P.4ever]: our Captain is sailing a new ship!
[gliese-bliese]: A new member of S.H.I.P. crew reporting for duty!
[husbando_collector]: @CaptainBrant, do you have something to tell us, Captain?
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-How's it going? Stalking the new ship as well?
-More like my hot bodyguard. When did you get a chance to show them your six-pack?
-What?
Calcharo immediately appeared at your side and snatched the phone from your hand. However instead of expected compilation of his shots, he only saw a fragment from a talk show. With you and Brant in leading roles.
-So you do jerk off to your ship after all -he said with slight contempt and threw a phone on your hotel bed.
-What? Disappointed that it's not you trending on TikTok?
-Ah, fuck off -he waved his hand- sometimes this people can be so nosy, no limits of personal space. I still don’t know how they managed to get a video of me without a mask. And I definitely don’t want to go through that again
You laughed at the memory from a half year ago when your bodyguard became more popular than you. Although to be honest, your fandom always adored him. Handsome stranger.
-So how is it?... Relating with your fans?
Now it's your turn to groan in disgust. What just blew up on social media overwhelmed even you.
-Yeah, especially with that one comment '"Pls, praying it's not my delulu"
Calcharo laughed and went to a small bar for a drink.
-To be fair... Its hard to blame them... The way you pulled him by a hand to the back of a room? And how you two were acting all cozy? Sitting cross-legged facing one another and whispering into each other's ears... -he began to tease you- I felt exactly as I did when Lupa forced us to watch newest drama -he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively
-Oh please! I chose a seat at the back so that no one would notice how awkward we were and they made up a whole story about how we wanted to have a moment to ourselves!
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-Just so you know... I'm really unhappy with this idea
-Better be grateful that I warned you at all. President was against telling you anything
You bit your cheek. Of course. It's best to confront a person with a fait accompli. Maybe even without reading a contract.
Although... it's not like this knowledge could change much. You didn't have a lot to say. Newspapers may have written poems about your impact on music industry. But in reality you were just a pawn of higher-ups. As an artist you had to do what was most profitable for the company. Otherwise hundreds of trainees were already queuing up to take your place.
-Would you like me to open the door for you?
Lupa looked at you meaningfully.
-Ah, sorry
You hissed at your absent-mindedness and reached for a long silver handle on matte glass door. You hurriedly let the woman go first and reluctantly slipped inside yourself.
At the head of a long glass table sat none other than Yuawnu and just by his side stood his righthand. Quests sat with their backs turned to you. Jinhsi closest to your boss, Brant in the middle and someone who probably served as manager sat furthest away. This collaboration must have been a really big deal considering that both Presidents decided to leave their offices. Yet you didn't feel particularly honored.
Lupa bowed her head and pretended to act timid as she greeted President Yuanwu. You were always fascinated by how well she pretended to be humble in front of that gray-haired old man. If only he knew how hot-tempered she really was...
Your presence caused a stir among everyone. Jinshi clumsily tried to push her chair back and stand up to greet you. Yuanwu attempted to stop her, telling her not to bother. Righthand as usual, watched everything unmoved, as if used to these situations. Unknown manager didn't really know what to do with himself. And Brant...
Well, he gently turned his head in your direction and looked at you with curiosity. As if you were some sort of fascinating museum exhibit that he was lucky to admire only by chance.
You turned your gaze away. Raised your head high, trying to appear confident and with a powerful steps, managed to take a spot in front of Jinzhou Entertainment.
A nod of a head was enough to say hello. Jinshi tried to use some grand and warm words for an introduction but you weren't listening. Lupa could take care of that. You focused your stare on a person in front of you. On those playful fuchsia irises, shimmering in the light coming from behind you. Boy smiled cockily. As if throwing you a silent challenge that only you could notice. He seemed more relaxed than during the last two meetings. Either the familiar company on both of his sides gave him courage or he had already grown used to you.
Hopefully not the latter. You preferred to strike fear.
You casually flipped through your copy of a contract, skillfully playing with a pen in your other hand. Last short collaboration went a little too well. And this talk show... only added fuel to the fire. Fans' reaction was so intense that both labels wanted to turn a one-time fling into at least a year-long contract. But you were afraid it wouldn't end there.
-So what? Are we supposed to fake a ship?
Suddenly all eyes turned to you. For a good half an hour of their heated conversation, you hadn't uttered a word except for a few grunts. And now you had to come out with something like that. Jinzhou family looked at each other, slightly surprised and shaken by your directness. While Yuanwu scolded you in his mind. He had to quickly calm the situation. That's why he burst out laughing. In loud and forced manner. Trying to lighten the atmosphere.
-Ah, this silly kid - he stretched out his hand, leaned over a table and while barely reaching your head, dramatically ruffled your hair- He always has to be so blunt. But don't worry! I taught him well. He'll behave in front of cameras
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You sat down next to Brant on a small two-seater sofa. You tried to keep a proper distance but boy still moved away for some extra inches of safe space. He ended up on other end with an empty place between. Just to be sure that your knees wouldn't accidentally touch while sitting spread-eagled. You chuckled to yourself at that.
Just a few seconds ago he seemed so awkward and lost sitting all alone in recording studio. So pathetic and helpless that you had to give in and keep him company while other employees went on a smoke break. And now? Now he suddenly has to show his claws.
You unscrewed the plastic water bottle and took a few greedy gulps. Session was taking longer than usual and you were slowly starting to lose your voice. Struggling with having to hit those high notes. Without even glancing you pushed the bottle to the side, wanting to graciously share your wealth. And at the same time lighten mood a little...
-So... who's going to be on top?
You joked turning to Brant with goffy smile. And he looked at you with a slightly disgusted expression.
Not only did you offer him a drink tainted with your germs but you also had the audacity to throw such lame jokes at him.
Frozen by his piercing stare you slightly flexed your back muscles. So much for a good atmosphere.
-Just kidding...
You closed the water and put it on a table in front of you.
-...we both know I'm not a bottom -you added.
You had to.
Couldn't resist. Always in need to add own two cents. Pour oil on fire. Stand your point.
Maybe that's why you ended up as a soloist...
-You? You?!
Brant was boiling. He knew you meant no harm. That you were just in a playful mood. Though in his opinion you were already too old for that... His reaction was also an exaggeration. But he couldn't pass up this opportunity. This excuse to let out all emotions that were stirring inside him. Which he had meticulously tried not to let out while on someone else's territory.
-You didn't even have the courage to touch me on a show! And you want to be on top?! -he suddenly jumped to his feet- Boys were making fun of me all the time, saying I must be some kind of leper since great [M/N] decided to do his own interpretation instead of recreating the exact same scene with me! Label also gave me a hard time for missing such an opportunity for attention... After all, fans go crazy about love scenes
You watched in astonishment as he suddenly exploded with frustration. But instead of behaving in an appropriate manner-... Instead of calming him down- Apologizing- Just shutting your mouth-...
You had to fight fire with fire.
-Hey! I wasn't the one laughing unnaturally whatever artist talked to me! I wasn't the one tensing all my muscles and sitting up straight like a stick! I wasn't the one almost shitting myself with fear when my turn came. And I wasn't the one who wanted to force myself to do well on show... I was just trying to help you and not add to your stress because I knew you were already on edge-
-Since when do you care so much about me, huh? -he pushed your words away with reproach- You weren't like that on debut day...
You frowned in confusion.
-What? What are you talking about?
-Never mind
Defeated, he just waved his hand and with a sad look on his face, moved towards the keyboard panel.
-I don't know... -you added, but this time in a calm voice.
Brant's fingers stopped halfway as he ran them over a console. To be honest, he didn't expect you to continue the conversation. He assumed you two could remain in awkward silence until the rest returned. At least he certainly didn't expect you to be so direct.
-I don't know why I'm acting like this. It's just that when I see you... so vulnerable and flustered... Fuck. I don't like you, okay? I hate you. You and your whole band. You suddenly appeared out of nowhere and gained all this fame with your catchy songs-... Completely undeserved. In few months, you achieved something that others work years for. Pretty much highest possible glory. And your songs aren't even half as good as those of true kings of this industry - you ranted and ranted and ranted.
You always wanted to complain about it to someone. To hate on them, to criticize. But you never had anyone to do it with. It wasn't appropriate to spread such venom.
And that's why you decided it was best to talk to the source of the problem?!
-...but despite that-... despite that, I can't stand by and watch you fail, okay? I wanna believe that you deserve it, but I can't... Something inside me insists that I must take care of you
You raised your eyes and looked hopefully into those panicked fuchsia irises.
Maybe this something that made you see a part of yourself in him...
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Since you started working together last month, your relationship has improved a little. You didn't see each other very often. Only when you had to record something together in a studio for his new album or when you had an advertising campaign. Never outside of work. But at least you weren't killing each other with your stares like you did at the beginning. And even when you had a choice, you sat next to each other.
Nothing had really changed for you. You still hated him with all your heart. But him? He seemed to have softened. Started to cling to you. Like any younger brother trying to follow his idol and get a guidance from his older hyung. It was as if his ears had completely missed the part where you insulted his band.
-Hyung? You have to meet my boys!
He repeated, probably for the tenth time that night, truly overjoyed. He looked up at you from below, tilting his head back and rubbing the top of it against your sternum. You were sitting cross-legged next to a long table and he was leaning his back against your chest. For a solid hour, you had to hold him up whenever he started swaying from side to side. Luckily it wasn't too difficult, just a bit of a pain in the ass, but still. It turned out that drunk Brant really liked to snuggle up to you. Alcohol made him touch starved. So when you held him in a tight embrace and blocked his chaotic movements with your hands from behind, he calmed down for a moment. Rlaxed his muscles, sank down on you and gently closed his eyes, transporting himself to a land of imagination. His head was spinning so much... Made him feel so sick... But when you stopped, clearly not appreciating his friendly gestures, he immediately got back into a rhythm of tunes playing on the radio. Asking the staff for another shot. So you had no choice but to indulge his cravings and make sure he didn't drink any more. You weren't planning to drag him off a table once again. The same way as when he's turned it into a dance floor during your brief bathroom break...
That's how celebrating the project with whole team ended. Today you signed a contract for a new drama in which you and Brant were supposed to play the leading roles. It was no surprise that thrilled director invited everyone to a barbecue and drinks. To strengthen bonds. But you didn't want to go. You didn't like parties like that. Nothing good ever came of them. But when Brant started egging you on... You couldn't let him make a fool of you. What's wrong, hyung? Can't handle some liquid? Weak head? Don't worry about us. People your age should go to bed early - him and his fake pouty face.
You gritted your teeth.
-...Jiyan may seem a little uptight... but he's actually a very cool guy! You'd be surprised how soft-hearted he is... Morteffi is more problematic! You know how many times I had to clean up his snarky comments on air?... -he suddenly cried and pulled on a sleeve of your shirt, seeking for understanding- But I believe it's just a facade! Like a... protective shield! You know what I mean, hyung?
He looked at you with hope. From all this alcohol and emotions his eyes got teary and his mouth turned into a sad horseshoe. His voice also sounded different. Like it was sweeter, more charming... trying to draw attention.
Your attention... Brant really didn't appreciate how you poured sake for director. Or how you offered to walk women to their taxis. Sure, you wanted them to feel safe.
But what about him? Who will take care of him while you're gone? He also needs some care once in a while...
-...Look at me hyunggg-... Look. At. Me.
Something tugged at your sleeve persistently once again.
-I'm looking -you replied, forcing a warm smile.
And Brant's heart ached even more.
-But you don't see me...
He replied in a deeply sorrowful voice. You were afraid he was about to start crying.
Luckily, alcohol distracted him for the second time and shifted gears spinning around in his aching skull.
-Good thing I have Xiangli. He sometimes helps me with Mortefii. Unless of course, he's sitting with his nose in computer playing one of those stupid games... Because you know, normally Jiyan prefers not to get involved. He says it's not his problem so he's not going to bring other people's troubles down on himself... Agh! Being a leader is so hard, you know? -he suddenly whined and began to fidget. Panicked, you tried to control his movements.
But then something else caught his attention. Suddenly, black and gold picture hanging on a wall lit up in the distance and focused all his interest. Brant got fascinated like a puppy at the sight of a blue butterfly that he just had to chase.
-Oh! And Rover? Oh, he's so cute! -he murmured fondly but after a moment he corrected himself firmly- But of course, not cuter than me!
You nodded your head. Although you had some doubts about that statement.
-That's why you absolutely must meet them!
He decided with a determined voice and broke free from your embrace. Straightening up rapidly he reached for another glass. Not his own. Someone else's. Person next to you, who had long since fallen asleep with his head on a plate. Actually like most people who were still in this bar. Those who hadn't rented a room or gone home were barely conscious. Somewhere in the corner, screenwriter was still drinking with one of the sponsors and some women you didn't know. Definitely not a part of a team. Fortunately they were so lost in their own world that they didn't even notice Brant's shouts.
-Yeah, yeah -you began calmly, trying not to provoke him further- But maybe you could give me that back first, okay?
You asked sweetly, reaching for the glass in his hand. Brant was definitely not happy but somehow he didn’t have the strength to fight you... wondering why his muscled refused to obey him?
He felt himself suddenly losing a balance. Abruptly falling to the side. Almost hitting the floor with force.
At the last moment however, something strong grabbed him by the shoulders. And stared at him with concern and fear.
-Hyunggg, that hurts -he sobbed quietly and directed at your palms.
They dug into his body with excessive force. Brant could even see your veins tensing. Normally, he would have found it very hot. But now-... now something told him that it hurt a lot and that he needed to be pampered.
-I'm sorry -you instantly loosened your hold- But don't swing around like that cause you can hurt yourself, okay? And I don't have time to spend all my night at the ER
-You never have time for me, hyung!
He cried again and then snuggled up to your chest once more. This time however, he faced forward. Hid his face in your shirt and almost climbed onto your lap.
-You refused to have dinner with me after the photoshoot the other day. And you wouldn't have come today either if I hadn't provoked you! And now you're not even drinking... that's not fair, hyung! I really wanted to see you drunk...
You frowned in confusion. Too much information at once. But first things first.
-I don't remember you inviting me to any dinner
-But Mia did! On behalf of a whole crew... besides even if did, you would have refused for sure! You always glare at me...
You sighed and began to trace slow circles on his back. You could effortlessly feel the shape of his bones. It was so easy to run your fingers along his spine and shoulder blades...
-Shh... -you began to gently silence him- I'm sorry, yeah? I was a really bad hyung, right? But I couldn't drink today because who else would take care of you, hmm?
You won't tell him that the last person you thought you'd be taking care of was him. His condition was definitely not suitable for processing this information. And you felt unnecessarily sorry for him again... Damn conscience.
You swear that one day you'll get rid of it. You can't let this boy wrap you around his finger and make you melt at his antics. You should be tough.
-You know what's funny?
He asked suddenly and you just hummed, signaling that you were listening. You looked around for some kind of rescue and solution to a problem. Unfortunately Lupa was sleeping in the corner, in no better condition than Brant. You guessed it was time to call for boy's manager. Good that at least he gave up on a party due to headache.
-When I was in my senior year of high school and you made your debut, I really rooted for you... You were my role model, you know? My idol! I really looked up to you!
A light bulb lit up under a dome. That's... unexpected.
You stopped dialing the phone number and focused your attention on a boy, who opened his mouth wide and yawned.
-You were soooo cool! You wrote such great songs! And you were only a few years older than me... I believed I could do this too, you know? And that's why just like you, I decided to become an artist... But then when I met you, you were such a meanie, hyung! Adults were right when they said you should never meet your idols in real life...
You stared at him in shock. This was the last thing you expected.
Brant shifted from side to side. Something was missing.
-...cuddlinggg... -he said offended closing his eyes tighter.
-What?
-...cuddlinggg-...
You looked around confused. Indeed, you stopped stroking him with your free hand. You quickly corrected yourself, wanting to hear the rest.
-I'm sorry. What did you say?
You asked eagerly but Brant didn't answer. Simply snored with a soft smile.
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Topic from that evening never came up again. Brant acted as if nothing had happened. And maybe he really didn't remember anything after drinking. It would be hard to believe that he was pretending so well. However, one thing did come true. You actually met his band.
-...And this is Jiyan!
Brant pointed to a boy with a high teal ponytail standing in the distance. He just looked up for a moment from his reflection in the mirror and waved shyly at you.
-...And the one playing on switch is Xiangli!
Boy with glasses didn't even look up from a screen.
-Xiangli! Say hello to our guest. How many times do I have to tell you to behave!
Brant put his hands on his hips and in a voice of an offended mother, began to lecture the younger boy.
-I can't! I'm almost done with this level!
-Agh! I'll show you a level!
Leader grabbed a pillow from a nearby chair and threw it at the boy sprawled on a couch. Xiangli dodged an attack at the last moment and only began to harder press the keys.
-Damn! Calm down. You're going to make me lose!
-No respect. Just no respect! -Brant began to complain, rubbing his sore temples.
You wanted to laugh and say it was alright and that no harm was done but suddenly someone rushed up to you and interrupted before you even had a chance to open your mouth.
Boy much shorter than you, with black hair and a smile from ear to ear. He grabbed your hand in both of his and began shaking it vigorously with a strength you would never have suspected him of.
-It's wonderful to finally meet you! Brant talks about you all the time!
Someone snorted with amusement from a distance.
Red-haired singer, introduced to you earlier as Mortefii.
-Yeah, just don't forget the ‘superlatives’ he uses -he added cynically.
-Mortefii!
Brant immediately shouted in a seemingly offended voice. He ran up to his friend joyfully. Wanting to scold him with a playful jab in stomach. How dare he reveal his leader's secrets! Especially after you and Brant managed to reach a peaceful level of relationship... Rover was no better, embarrassing him like that in front of you!
-And you, stop pestering him like that! Go find your own partner!
Brant warned with reproach and after a second found himself back to you. Pulling your hand out of maknae's grip.
-Partner? -you raised one eyebrow.
-Oh, you know what I mean, hyung! -he pulled you stubbornly towards the seat- Come on! I’ll show you how great I did at the last session! Much better than that bunch of losers!
He pointed at his friends and then stuck his tongue out at them. Very proud of himself despite his childish gesture. You just shook your head indulgent. He seemed completely different around his band. So energetic and carefree. As if he were in his safe place. As if he didn't have to pretend. As if he didn't have to try so hard...
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-We have to do this more often -you said out of the blue.
-What, hyung?
-Visit your band. If you let me, of course... -you added suddenly feeling strangely flustered.
During a short break between recordings and preparing for new scene, you went to explore a nearby cafe. Hidden under the hood of his black sweatshirt, Brant swayed from side to side and adorably sipped a fuchsia-colored granita through a straw. When paying for an order, you had a feeling that his decision wasn't necessarily based on a taste of pomegranate and dragon fruit...
-Aww... hyung... You liked them? I told you they are awesome!
He jumped up, genuinely proud of his friends.
-Yeah-... -you laughed softly.
You stared blankly at the milky brown liquid filling your cup. Memories from years ago came flooding back. Bitterness evident in your voice. You remembered the old days, the laughter, the comforting hugs and the promises. Promises of a joint debut and taking the music industry by storm.
-...they're very warm. I mean... Maybe they tease you a little-... -you snorted again- ...But you can see how much they like you and how much they rely on you. This few hours I spent with them... I felt at home. They just give off that family vibe, you get what I mean?
You looked at him hopefully, seeking validation. And he just smiled tenderly and nodded.
He didn't get it...
Nonetheless he got up from a booth, walked around the square table and sat down next to you. Brant hesitantly took your hand. You felt how his warm finger tips nicely caressed your knuckles.
-Boys really liked you too, hyung. You can visit us more often. You can come whenever you want!
His enthusiasm echoed throughout a cafe. He was sincere in his words. Didn't understand, yest still wanted to cheer you up. Instinctively, he rested his head on your shoulder. Let himself relax in rhythm of your calm breathing and began to stare at the table with you. What was so interesting about it?
-You know... -you added unexpected- I used to have brothers too. They were very similar to them
-Hmm? -Brant turned to you confused.
You didn’t know why you were opening up to him again. Why you were revealing your biggest secrets to him once more without even asking.
You laughed bittersweetly and with the back of your hand quickly wiped away a single tear running down your cheek. Wanting to erase the traces as soon as possible. You didn't mean to worry him. Wished to not appear weak in his eyes.
But it was too late. Brant's heart raced. He stared at you surprised and saddened at the same time. Concern poured out of him in streams.
-I never wanted to be a soloist, you know? I-... I was supposed to make my debut in a band... Hope. But I was too weak. I didn't lead them to success.... I failed to show the world their talent... They disbanded us right before our debut. Destroyed our future. Said I would be more useful as a soloist...
Last few sentences you mumbled through tears. Tension released. Feelings locked away for years came out. And you completely broke down in front of the one person that you really wanted to pretend to be strong...
-Oh hyung-...
Not knowing what to say, Brant wrapped his arms around your neck and locked you in a tight hug. You just snuggled into his warm soothing body, wetting his shirt collar in a process.
-...I was their leader. I was supposed to protect them. I was supposed to be their only support. And I failed them... And now? Now I don't even know what's happening to them...
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-...yes, sometimes hyung can be so mean! You need to protect me from him-
He whimpered in a pitiful voice and puckered his lips into a sad horseshoe.
-The hell are you talking about?
You replied, carrying the takeout food, you had just picked up.
-See!? I told you! He doesn't even try to talk as sweetly as I do!
-Because I'm not pretending
You shook your head in resignation and struggled to take a seat next to him on a carpet, leaning back against a gray sofa. You felt as something creaked in your knee.
-I invited you to my apartment, bought you food and you're still complaining?
-Exactly as I said! I'm tormented and unappreciated here!
Brant sulked and turned away from you.
-Okay, okay, princess, I'm sorry -you replied with a laugh- Let me make it up to you with a warm meal
You opened one of the styrofoam boxes. Aromatic steam puffed into your faces. You gently placed boy's dishes on a table in front of him. Trying to not knock over a tripod with a phone on which live was currently streaming.
-Chopsticks?
-Yes, please -he added in a gloomy voice, unable to resist his hungry stomach.
So you tore open the package, broke wooden piece, rubbed them together and handed him already prepped sticks.
-Enjoy your meal-
-Enjoy your meal, hyung!
With a smile from ear to ear, he began to eat his noodles. While you tried to admire him discreetly from aside. His cheerful demeanor melted your heart.
Fans noticed and soon small chat room lit up with red hearts and sighs of admiration.
-Oh!-oh! When you were gone, they asked what you like the most about me
He suddenly stopped eating and looked at you with anticipation. You pretended to think for a moment.
-I love your silent version. You seem so innocent and kind. Completely different from how you really are
-Hyung! -he whined
You were slowly starting to like his little cries... And the way he addressed you...
-And I like it when you take care of me... When you do everything for me co I don't have to worry about anything-... -he added timidly, slowly mixing the contents of styrofoam bowl- Oh! Oh! And when you pay for everything! Even in souvenir or clothing stores
You froze. Stared blankly ahead slightly surprised. That wasn't the response you were expecting. But it was somehow oddly-... pleasant.
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-[M/N]-hyung!
You suddenly heard Brant's cheerful voice from the opposite end of a hallway. Boy ran towards you, completely out of breath but with great spirit and excitement. As if seeing you was what he had been waiting for through an entire concert.
He threw himself into your arms with such force that you struggled to keep your balance. Foil you had been holding behind your back rustled loudly.
-You came after all... -he said in dreamy voice, staring up at you with his goo-goo eyes. He buried his nose in your shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling your scent. Fragrance of home...
-Okay, okay, that's enough -you laughed, patting him on a spine- You're all sweaty
-Hyung! -he whined, genuinely offended.
He let go of you for a moment, sent you hurt stare and then hugged you again in the middle. With even more force. This time deliberately rubbing against you just to annoy you. However in reality it was ineffective. Because to be honest, you were just joking. Wanting to tease him a little. As an idol yourself, you had been in this situation many times and had gotten used to it. Besides… when you saw streams of sweat running down his heated body on stage. How he gave his all, losing himself in dance-
-Guys! You were wrong! Hyung didn't stand me up after all!
You saw how Brant without letting you go, turned his head back and stuck his tongue out at someone. Indeed, other worn-out members slowly emerged from behind an alley.
-Yeah? Good for you, it must be some Animal Welfare Day -replied one of them, also sticking out his tongue.
Brant narrowed his eyes in a challenging manner. But when his target got covered by people from a crew, he quickly turned his attention back to you.
-And what is that? -he asked unexpectedly.
Almost mockingly. With a satisfied smirk.
-Ah, that... Not sure, I just found it on the street
-Hyung...
Brant moved away from you, crossed his arms over his chest and began tapping his foot impatiently. Sweet, flashy bouquet, wrapped in decorative blue foil and thick fuchsia bow, definitely didn't look like something people could throw away.
-Alright... maybe... I bought this specifically for you
-Aww...hyung! Is someone trying to tell me that they have a soft spot for me?
Delighted with this flattery, Brant almost pounced on a bouquet. Yet before he could claim it as his own, you swiftly lifted it high above his reach. Boy looked at you in astonishment. However he decided to act independent. Stretching out his arms, he raised them high and jumped, trying to reach the gift.
-Ai ai ai... that's not what I said...
You scolded wit your finger, taking great satisfaction in his useless attempts.
-Because you didn't say anything! You never say anything! You are too shy to confess your feelings-
You looked at him dumbfounded. Yeah... suuure. The word “shy” is definitely one of those that can be used to describe you.
Idol took a few more intense jumps and let out a few tired groans before finally bursting into tears.
-Hyunggg!
-There, there... here you go... Congratulations on a superb performance
You finally took pity on him and handed him flowers with a warm smile. Charmed, he immediately hugged them to his heart. He was adorable...
-They're beautiful!
Yeah... so adorable....
You just wanted to grab his chubby cheeks and squeeze them hard-
And then eat him for breakfast-
Lunch and dinner.
-...not as beautiful as you...
-Huh?
With his mouth agape and eyes wide open, he immediately shifted his attention from a gift to you. Did he mishear? Was music from the speakers and the cheers of fans still ringing in his ears?
You abruptly snapped back.
-We probably should post something on Instagram, don't you think? -you blurted out, avoiding the subject.
Boy immediately joined in bickering. He pretended to be insulted and you couldn't help but smile:
-So that's why you came here? To hype the ship?
-Nah, I also wanted to meet your friends - you replied mockingly, for which you received a painful pinch.
-Ouch! What was that for? -you asked, rubbing your sore arm.
-You are the worst hyung!
He announced, pretending to be upset. But out of the corner, you noticed his slight smile and fascinated gaze focused on tiny white daisies. Just so you know, he wasn't swaying happily from side to side, persistently looking for a free vase for them! You just imagined it!
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-So, will you finally explain to me what do you mean by this debut thing? I don't remember talking to any fans that day. Staff wouldn't even let my family near me. They said it was so I wouldn't get distracted
Brant giggled slightly at your curiosity and send you a seductive wink.
He was lying on your lap, dreamily staring at you from below. His legs were curled up on a swing and your jacket was covering his chest. Serving as some form of protection from cold evening air.
He drank again. But this time not as much as the last time. Just enough to smoothly drift away to another land. Just enough to make a pleasant buzzing sound in his ears. Just enough to let him giggle for no reason.
He was so damn cute. On one hand, all you wanted to do now was play with his hair and listen to the melodies he hummed. But on the other… celebrating the end of shooting in a restaurant was the perfect excuse to get a little more out of him.
Maybe it was a slight overstep. Maybe you should have asked him when he was sober… But it felt weird to bring it up in normal circumstances. And this way… This way, maybe you'll get to know him a little better. Maybe it'll be easier for you to properly take care of him.
-Is that why you dragged me out to the patio? That's very, very naughty of you, hyung -he said, wagging his finger at you with amusement. It wasn't that he was fully conscious. Just that he could see some subtext in everything right now- Bad hyung, bad bad bad… hiccup! What would your mother say about this, hmm? I'm really disappointed in you, hyung!
He babbled, giggling from time to time. And you were so entertained that you couldn't even interrupt him.
-You're right, I'm a very, very bad hyung. Who wants to get all your secrets out of you. What's worse, while drunk -you joined in his little game.
-Why only secrets? -he scoffed- A normal guy in this situation would try to get into my pants…
He pointed out disappointed. You tilted your head back and laughed loudly and sincerely with your eyes closed.
-In that case, it's good that I'm protecting you from those normal guys
-But you don't have to, hyung -he admitted with a pouty face, irises shimmering in the moonlight- I can protect myself! And I am the one allowing you to get close to me. There is noone else like you, so you better be grateful and take advantage of this opportunity!
You burst out laughing again and shook your head in disbelief.
-Good. But better leave this innocence for me to enjoy a little longer, alright?
Brant looked at you slightly offended and not entirely convinced. In the end however, he seemed to give in. Or at least that's how it came across to you…
Suddenly he began to wriggle out from under your arm that was resting on his chest. He pulled himself up, slipped onto your lap and looked deeply into your eyes with a challenging gaze.
Feeling confident, he moved closer to your face.
Second later he changed back from being bold and manly to looking like a sweet little dumpling. Wandered off course, leaving a tender kiss on one corner of your lips. Delicious as cherries at a summer sunset. Delicate as a touch of a butterfly's wings. And addictive as the worst drug.
-Silly hyung -he smiled innocently and wrapped his arms around your neck- But fine, I'll tell you. It wasn't your debut, it was mine... We competed in a tournament with two other bands-
He started calmly and you looked at him intrigued, struggling to recall the events of the past. You had experienced too many debuts of random bands to be able to remember each one in detail.
-We were sitting at the backstage. My group was waiting behind the curtain analyzing the scores and I... Well... -he chuckled in embarrassment- ...dummy me noticed my idol and had to separate myself from them. Following you blindly -you could feel him getting annoyed with himself. As if ashamed of his naivety- I guess you came to support some artist who performed in the earlier segment. Not sure. But when you were sitting on that plastic chair in darkened passageway, I just had to move closer to you...
He rested his head on your shoulder, slightly drained and began to snuggle into the hollow of your neck.
-...You noticed me -he smiled and immediately frowned again- But instead of saying something encouraging, you threw out something like "that's a tough job, and it only gets worse later". I must have been in really bad shape for you to immediately dismiss my potential career. Stupid hyung!
-What? No, no! I definitely meant something else-... Like, don't worry about it because this job always seems hard due to pressure!
You started defending yourself abruptly, trying to calm your favorite.
-And that was supposed to motivate me? -he asked in accusation
You tried to open your mouth to explain further but he immediately interrupted you.
-Stupid, stupid, stupid!
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Loud ringing of your phone woke you from a deep sleep. You groaned in despair and blindly tried to reach noisy device.
-[M/N]? Have you checked social media yet?
Your manager's concerned voice echoed in your ears. You frowned and struggled to look at the blinding screen.
-Lupa, it's only nine o'clock -you began in a hoarse voice- I only got back from the concert around five. How could I-
-Then do it immediately! Or maybe not? No, no! Absolutely not! Don't even look at it! And until I arrive, do not respond to any comments under any circumstances! Agency is already preparing an official statement. I'll be there in less than fifteen minutes! -she blurted out in a high-pitched voice, rushing through her words- President is returning early from his conference. Plane will land in about two hours-
-...wait, what? What are you talking about?
You rubbed your aching temples with difficulty. Her squeaky voice and flood of unclear information only made your migraine worse.
You heard the sound of call ending while struggling to prop yourself up on your elbows. With your eyelids still fluttering, you tried to turn on a wifi on your phone.
One second.
That's all it took for your smartphone to be flooded with notifications. Tags, shares, private messages. Spam started to clog up your device. Confused, you tapped on a search icon that quickly showed you the most trending headlines from newspapers.
Career for friendship
Famous soloist [M/N] sold out his friends
What an idol can do for money
It turns out that debut of great [M/N] that we know is not his first!
Former member reveals the truth
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Tense Lupa walked around in circles, talking to others on bluetooth earpiece every few moments. She repeatedly argued with President's right-hand man, rejected calls, shouted and stamped her feet louder than you would have preferred. Calcharo tried to bring everything you needed to your bedroom. He systematically ensured that nothing could be seen through closed blinds and that receptionists and security guards downstairs were keeping enough watch to prevent any paparazzi from entering the floor of your apartment. In the meantime your good friend Qiuyuan sat on the edge of a wide bed, sending you encouraging glances and checking for new updates on social media every few moments. However he didn't dare share them with you. He only passed on alarming information to your manager.
And you? You did nothing. Stuck to the bed, robbed of access to any devices. You could only sit passively and wait for the results. Hoping that others would somehow pull you out of the hole you had just landed in. After a sobering shower you were forbidden to do anything. And to be honest you didn't protest too much. You were powerless, numb. Bloody depressed and guilty.
If it weren't for Brant who showed up at your apartment right after hearing the bad news, you don't know how you would have handled it. Not only had he been nursing you back to health since morning after your exhausting performance, but he was also your best support.
After he disappeared for a while, wanting to release some tension, he buried himself in sheets with you once again. You laid lifeless, staring blankly at unplugged plasma screen. Brant nestled his head against your chest, listening to your dangerously beating heart.
-It's not your fault... you wanted to debut with them -he whispered reassuringly with deep concern.
His voice was soothing to you as usual, but voice alone couldn't heal the wounds dealt years ago.
-That shitty old man! He got you into this and he'll get you out of it, I'm telling you -Lupa suddenly announced through clenched teeth- He profits too much from you to just leave you here for those hyenas to devour
-Don't worry, if he didn't care about you, he wouldn't have hired a private plane -Qiuyuan interrupted the woman, a little more calmly and reasonably- Even if he was only motivated by money at first, that doesn't mean he still is. You know how much he's changed over the last few years
Man patted you on the knee, trying to cheer you up somehow.
And maybe he was right. Maybe Yuanwu really could find a solution. But what about your fans? Your image may have been blunt or sarcastic but everyone still considered you as a lovable gentleman wearing his heart on sleeve. And now? Now...
Whatever the President came up with, chances of him alone finding a way to evoke sympathy in people were rather slim.
But maybe that's how it should be? Maybe you deserved it? Maybe this was how you were supposed to atone for your sins? Your payment for fame. For leaving your brothers behind. For unfairly taking your band's place.
-It's not your fault -Brant repeated, this time more firmly.
He knew what was going on in your little head.
-You wanted to save them. You didn't want to leave them behind. You told me that yourself. When they refused to let you debut, you were just an ordinary teenager. You had nothing to say. And that offer you got a few years later? Anyone would have taken it. They would have too. Anyone in your place would have wanted to become a star, pay off their debts and ease the burden on their family. It's enough that you blame yourself every day for something that isn't your fault. I won't let anyone else try to use that against you!
His sternness froze you all. There were no words you could add. Clearly not accepting any objections.
-Guys... -Calcharo suddenly ran into a bedroom- Listen, you have to see this-
In disbelief, he turned the tablet towards you and handed it to you. Others immediately gathered around. Just to read one unexpected article.
Brant from S.H.I.P. makes a statement about hardships of being a leader, excessive pressure, trying to meet expectations and ruthless decisions of records companies.
Everything started to click into place. All of his disturbing behavior. And the same time all potential consequences of this action flashed before your eyes.
Huge obstacles and challenges awaited you if you wanted to stay in the spotlight and not get fired... But now at least you didn't have to fight alone. Now you had someone to protect you.
-You didn't have to...
-...but I wanted to.
He replied, planting a passionate kiss on your lips.
