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Official Tumblr of KellWesker from DeviantArt. ♡ Secondary Blog, so will answer and all as KellWesker. cx This kind of blog where you can see Polyship, OC Ship and Fanart. :') 

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well hello ♡

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Get these 3 out of my head please… they gonna end up harmed !

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@bronek900 ‘s version of Ice Hashira Dōma ! This design is such an inspiring one ! A bit lazy on the details… but please forgive me ! Orz

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I honestly don’t know. Isn’t Doma so cute ? 😆

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Besties being dumb during meetings! Yes, Dōma is wearing a short over his suit… or however it’s called.

Also, more realistic sketch huhu !

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You liked Akaza, didn’t you ?

Here is the W.I.P of Dōma’s one ! (yez, background is not my best subject !)

Yes, the dude is washing is hair in the lotus water… whatever !

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This piece is done ! May or may not work on one with Dōma ! Excuse the lazy background. My lazy ass can’t do one… even more when not planned before !

Ps: I know I miss the lines over his pecs… they got erased from my mind… orz

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I’m not dead. I’m not out of art place… I was just out of self love and in a kind of art block ! Here is an Akaza drawing (still in progress) to prove it !

That badass isn’t even my fav… but fav hairstyle is so hard to get right ! orz

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Hardest yanderes to escape from (male human ver)

Request: Which (half or full human) male yan in Genshin would be hardest to escape from?

Let's say darling managed to bolt and make it to a faraway country. Which male yan (that's at least half human, so this excludes Xiao, Venti, Zhongli, Scara, Albedo, etc) do you think would be likeliest to have you back (alive) in his arms eventually? (In terms of sheer determination and ability even across the entire region of Teyvat)

Sorry if this is the wrong place to ask, this is my first time submitting an ask since I've only lurked on tumblr up till this point. English is not my first language so I hope my ask makes sense.

I think a lot of yanderes (if not all) would be willing and desperate enough to travel Teyvat by foot in search of their beloved, but there are definitely those who can afford it and those who don't.

Characters with enough money and good social standing will be able to narrow your window of escape and expand their chances of capturing you back to their loving embrace. These yanderes are(in descending order of getting away from them): Diluc, Ayato, Childe.

Diluc is the hardest to escape - the man is filthy rich and unlike Ayato or Childe he's not as stifled with a title to uphold. He can afford to chase you to the end of the world without causing too much damage to his image or business - Mondstadters may think he travels to establish new deals and expand his already gigantic wine empire, and there are Adelinde and Elzer to oversee the winery and domestic affairs. He is no longer a knight captain, and with his less than amicable disposition towards his old order, Jean and his former colleagues won't pry into his matters too much.

All in all, Diluc is scarily rich with an equally scary lack of duties to bind him in one place.

Ayato is also rich, yet he has the reponsibilities before the people of Inazuma and his clan, responsibilities he can't and won't neglect, so he has to plan and wait. Travelling isn't new to him, yet his journeys have to be politically beneficial for his clan at least in some degree - Ayato can't afford to be away, avoiding the title of the commisioner. Yet the same title also lends him some benefits, such as the usage of the Yashiro commision resources and eyes and ears of Shuumatsuban. Some of his requests may raise some eyebrows, so Ayato needs to be discreet, or at least have a convincing legend painting you as some kind of fugitive criminal that poses unique threat, that only Yashiro commision will be able to eliminate.

Ayato is rich and politically influential which gives him both advantages and disadvantages.

Childe is an interesting case - his servitude provides him with the help of the Northland Bank, yet it's also the same servitude that stops and stiffles him. If you're someone famouse, someone significant in the Teyvat world, then Childe won't be able to pursue you, as this will directly impact Fatui image and thus Tsaritsa too, should the truth leak out. On the other hand, Childe is one of the Harbingers, he has a horde of underlings at his beck and call, who were taught to never question their orders, so it won't be hard for him to order someone else to bring you back.

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.o| Bloody End. |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, self doubt, murder, graphic depictions

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Bloody Hand. It resonates, it slams, it takes your breath away and gives you nausea. You can still hear the terrifying sound, which burns the eardrums and makes the eyes blink. The shock, the bitter and unpleasant smell of blood, the warm little summer breeze on your face, as you try to remain impassive. Everything in you is loud, your heart in your chest, your blood that passes an unpleasant pulsation, little tingling that pass through your skin like an army of small insects, trying to devour your pulpit and your guts. But you don't move, your eyes stare, while pieces of bone, small white glow, line your pretty face. You couldn't cry, scream, do what people do on television, panic completely and start doing anything. Your tears mix with the blood on your face, while you gradually understand the strange situation. The man you loved had just got his brains broken with a bullet lodged between his two eyes. You couldn't do anything about it, no one could have done anything about it. Your eyes wander, from the man with the black hood, who would haunt your nightmares to what had one day been a loved one. You suffocate, suffocate while your ears vibrate with the detonation.

"- You will be the next one, if you don't follow my orders. ”

A nod. Slow, while your eyes follow the terrifying curve. You could only say by his voice that he was a man. The rest was hidden under a pile of black deformed clothing. You let him go back to your house, stoic. Lost between bursting tears and hoping to stay alive tomorrow. Arms swinging, eyes in shape in your back. His slap, his tap, his terrifia. You feel like you see the world collapse, collapse. The body on the ground no longer moves, the blood is emptied on the white tiles that you have never appreciated. Yet another drawer slams, you jump. Before you hear the step coming to you again. Then with nothing but a strangely calm breath against your neck, the intruder evaporates into the night. Leaving you in the face of the horror of the scene. You suffocate a little more, become fully aware of the situation.

Everything follows up, quickly. Your pulse doesn't stop beating in your temples. Fear, anxiety. The strange emptiness that makes you turn your head. You want to vomit, be dead. You vacillate, try to stay consistent while you speak, never being done. Then the multicolored lights, the adrenaline that lets you go, while your gaze is on the horizon through the window. It must have been around midnight, the lights outside were beautiful. And that was all you wanted to know.

"- What can I do for you? ”

A trembling hand passes against your hair. Hiding under your hood, you are looking for something to say at high speed. Your mouth is moist, your fingers are trembling. And your body lacks this strangely soothing adrenaline, so you run your tongue over your lips, rub your fingers against your sweater. Scrape your throat to give you courage.

"- I would like you to hire me. To do your dirty job.

- Why would I do that?

- Because I stumbled the other and there is no other choice? ”

He stares at you, he puts you straighter, he stares at you. Before smiling with a pleasant air. But you don't care.

You needed it. You don't know why, not how, but it would run through your veins, it would wake you up at night. You needed that, you needed blood against your face, your fingers against bruised bones.

You had tried another cleaner method, but none had given you the adrenaline of hemoglobin against your face.

It tends you, if he refuses, you don't know how you will react. He blows, your breath is cut off, then he smiles.

"- Don't disappoint me, okay? ”

[xwonderfuldeath]

.o| Only You. |o.

TaeKook

Warnings : NSFW content, Self doubt

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Twenty-two forty-five.

Five minutes late on the usual schedule make him slowly tense. He was going to wait a few more minutes and then he would call him. It was only a small delay, not completely panicked. It often happens to his lover not to be at the hour, between their work and the new albums that were going to be released, they were forced to do with it. A new quick look at his phone, it was forty-six. In three minutes he would call him. Just to be sure. Sure that he had not misinterpreted the damned journalists, the hackers. Why did they have to mingle with things that don't even concern them all the time? His saliva is struggling to pass, almost failing and making him suffocate. He wanted to call him and tell him how sorry he was. He should have been more careful, most certainly. The desire to cry like a child, wrong in the bed much too big, much too white. It would cause harm to the groups to formalize, it would cause their couple if all this continues. He didn't want his lover to leave him. It was stupid, but they displayed it everywhere else with another, shouted their couple, made montage photos. He knew his lover too well. Jeon Jungkook was a wild beast, a possessive man, and so tender at the same time. Someone who in a few years of living together had made him capsize. He would not give his place to anyone else, even for the triple or quadruple of his fortune. And even less for odious lies of journalists and jealous people. His breath seems to have even more difficulty passing, twenty-three hours right away. Experience a panic attack while he looks powerless at their empty shared apartments. It was their home. When he had arranged here, Jungkook had already been clean at home. But he had still given his opinion greatly, then he stayed here longer than in his house. So finally they lived together. It was sometimes tiring, being careful to show only one of the two pets. Pay attention to everything, all the time. But it was above all their choices of life. And again, he would not change it for anything in the world. The door slams without him really hearing it, making him startle when he hears shoes drop in the entrance and a new stress is felt. And if he came back just to leave him. Stretched on the couch, he wants to cry even more, or vomit, he doesn't know much about it. When the big brown arrives, proud in his black clothes.

"- You’re still up?

- I wanted to make sure you came home tonight.

- Why wouldn't I have returned? ”

It was true. Why wouldn't he have done it? After all, it was to him that he made the marriage proposal, that he had exhibited as the man of his life, why would he believe such absurd rumors? It was strange to notice this fact, like a weight that was taken from him as he straightens up on the sofa, suddenly having a need for affection, that Jungkook offered him without hesitation, coming to hug him as hard as possible in his arms, smelling him, passing his nose in his neck, before coming to kiss his skin. Making him shiver with pleasure and joy.

"- I believed.. I don't know. That you would never come back again.

- Don't think about that anymore. The agency said they would do something against people who have fun saying things like this. And if it can reassure you, I don't believe it for a moment. ”

A smile, he straightens his head for a kiss at first tender, then in love and finally passionate. One of those who leaves us breathless. Jungkook's hands don't really know where to put themselves, or calm down, wanting to travel through the body of the oldest, who seems to catch fire with each touch. The lack of air forces to retreat, not without letting go. Both out of breath, looking into the white of their eyes, in the middle of the entrance, looking for words to put on something that were no longer needed. The first to move is Bam, the chocolate-colored dog also comes to get attention, cutting down all the tension, making them return to the reality of life, in a common laugh.

"- Yes, yes! I'm happy to see you again too! ”

The sound of the shower that cuts off, the fogging hides the reflection of Taehyung. Letting him see himself in a blurred moment. People found them all incredibly attractive, or incredibly ugly. What did not help to have a positive image of himself, he prefers to remain hidden by the fog, not wanting to cross his look in the mirror. They saw each other quite well through advertisements and large television screens. Yet they are body to a start, when the one as burning as he came out of the shower sticks to him. The big hand passes against the mirror, making him cross the black look behind his back, a burning breath makes him shudder. While the big soft hands pass against his bare skin.

"- You are beautiful. ”

No need for more to feel capsised. His cheeks turn red, as he pinches his lower lip, sighing under the tender moves, making him see a new world through the eyes of the other. However, his fingers wrap against his wrists, stopping their movements, without letting go. He felt the same desire, the same pressure in his lower stomach, slowly drove him crazy and he could let him do what he wants to his body, if stress and anxiety had not caught him in the throat. His body would not follow the pace against the sink. And he could not please him as much as he would like. No need to speak to get along, their lips collide again, while their bodies detach. Modesty had not been in order for too long, so it does not surprise Taehyung to see him as naked as he was, surely ready to take a long shower, to soothe his muscles.

"- I thought we would take it together.

- You would have jumped on me!

- Surely. ”

A fine smile, their lips collide again, more gently as they peel off without really wanting to. Taehyung disappearing in their common bedroom, already regretting the warmth of his lover's body. When they were not together, it was a torture. Sleeping became a real battle, not to say that he almost couldn't do it. A deep breath passes his lips when he drops into the cold sheets. Autumn was cool, despite the heating and good insulation, he felt like he was cold far from Jungkook. A small breath passes his lips while his eyes do not want to rest on a fixed point, detailing the room. Maybe they should put more furniture, it was empty and a little big. And even if they didn't live here often, they still had to customize their living space. A small breath passes his lips, frustrated this time, while he waits for what seems to him an eternity before feeling the muscular arms against his body. Obviously, Jungkook also didn't want to put on clothes, and feeling his body burning against his fresh skin makes him shudder like a schoolgirl. The tender lips regain his skin and he finally lets himself go to the lust of his expert fingers.

"- You don't blame me?

- Why would I do it?

- I know it's not easy to be us. Having to hide, not being able to shout anything to the whole world. I don't want... That you tell yourself that our balance no longer suits me. ”

Jungkook looks at him, he had big eyes for a Korean, but what could they be beautiful. Unbelievable, diving into it for him was a nameless ease. The little smile on his fine lips accelerates the beating of his heart, while he lets him dominate with his little laughing air. Maybe he would gently make fun of him, or gently teach him by his methods, that he loves him, that he would not let him go so easily. Even if they were born in a country that does not accept it, having the impression of having said yes, like any couple was the most beautiful gift. Their lips look like magnets, only letting go when the breath is short, or when the hands tease make him moan.

"- Our balance, there is nothing more important. We and the group.

- Not our Army?

- It all depends on how much you get to flirt with. ”

A slight laugh, while he does not try to defend himself, does not really have time, feeling his lover's fingers against his virility visibly asked, making him breathe jerky, his fingers looking for contact with the skin. His lips seeking to be loved a little stronger. It was always day and night, sometimes Jungkook was a real wild animal, able to make him see the stars and prevent him from breathing properly. And another time, it was soft, tender, slow. Filled with love and tenderness. Tonight was obviously a tender evening. Jungkook takes the time to make him lose feet, mixing emotions and feelings. Making him lose feet by his incredible hands, or his wet lips. Succeeding enough to lose it, so that when they become one, Taehyung does not understand directly.

"- I love you.

- Jungkook..

- Shh.. Let me love you. ”

His deep voice is disturbing, because he can't be silent. His hips are professional to prevent him from breathing properly, his fingers trying not to leave too much mark in his back. Which doesn't really seem to bother Jungkook. Taking advantage of the face twisted by pleasure, immersing themselves in the smell of their skins, their way of being. Learning by heart, to be able to draw him with his eyes closed, or to remember when he is alone, each sensation gave during love. Every breath, moan, dying in cries, his eyes lost in pleasure, his body following his movements. Have never thought about how important this kind of moment is, until we are impregnated in the other, to become unable to live without it.

"- I already told you Taehyung... Without you, my life would not be the same.

- And mine is surely dreary. ”

Breathless, red lips. They look at each other as if their lives would stop at any minute. Before feeling the end hit them as hard as Jungkook hit his lover's point of pleasure, forgetting for several long seconds that the world continues to turn, that life outside is still there and that the neighbors were not deaf. But for tonight, it wasn't a problem, it didn't touch them.

There was only the other one who counted.

[emmy024]

After an intense semester in uni I ended up completely drained and just wanting to rest a bit, you know how it is, specially after three weeks of pure stress over two decisive exams. After that I only wanted to have a looooong break from creating/thinking about create stuff. One day I was looking at some old renders I printed and I saw my old (and favorite) “Happy Hour” render, and as I smiled decided to do something with my girl “just for fun”. And that “just for fun” ended up searching for a little inspiration (thank you Daz Studio) and I found what I wanted. So here you have, the last/first render of this year (last render of 2022 since I started rendering/editing on the last days of December) of my beloved Chelsea 🥰

[xwonderfuldeath]

.o| NightClub |o.

Hope x Reader Female Reader

Warnings : Swearing, Verbal Abuse , Alcohol

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The sound of the bass, the smell of sweat and alcohol that sticks to the skin, your body can't know if it wants to move in all directions, or just stop making too much effort. Finally settle down and try to remember what was happening. The night was well advanced, maybe someone would soon put you out, but too bad, the dance floor seems to be turning and you don't want to go home. Anyway, no one was waiting for you, or maybe there was someone, but he wasn't a good person, so you have no remorse. It was a kind of small private nightclub, where the rich and ultra rich could participate in incredible events and if you hadn't come with a billionaire, you could never have passed through the doors. But here it is, your best friend, a pretty blonde who turns the heads of all men, told you that she wanted to have fun. Not to say spy on her equally pretty life companion. Your little nose frowns, remembering that they still exist, you are looking for where is the pretty blonde or the redhead. But the lights twirls, as much as the world around you, and you hit the person behind your back. Already very clumsy, with several glasses in the blood, you turn into a real hurricane. Visibly playing domino with the other people in the place, dropping two. Your mind is struggling to register until you hear the threatening voice of one of the men, visibly in a bad mood.

"- Can't you pay attention, uh ?!

- Excuse me, I'm didn’t do on purpose.

- If you don't hold alcohol, don't drink! How do you plan to pay me back, uh?! ”

A slight stress begins to pass through your veins. Your eyes seem to be able to focus a little more, while you have to get up alone. The man seems to have drunk just as much as you. You didn't have enough money, at least not enough to repay such an expensive suit, for a perfect stranger who seems to have spilled his drink on himself. Your cheeks reddened by alcohol, anxiety and dance, you can feel your heart beating in your chest and stammered several excuses, trying to find your friends again so as not to get you even more into trouble. But no incredible blonde hair, or redhead, just the body that is three times your size, making you step back a few steps, you're heels made slippery by the alcohol sticking to the floor.

"- So? You're going to answer me something coherent, right?

- Excuse me.. But I can't pay back. ”

His laughter is cold as he looks around, making you do the same as if several other people were going to appear, and you feel completely lost. Until a hand rests against your shoulder, making you shudder slightly. On your back, the man seems smaller than the one in front, but his look is cold enough to instantly calm his interlocutor. It was a situation tense enough for your body to no longer feel the alcohol scent, leaving only a bitter aftertaste and a little vertigo when you start to see your new savior.

"- Please excuse my friend. She drinks to forget unfortunate memories. I let go of her eyes for thirty seconds and she was lost in the crowd. You scare me, you know?

- Excuse me? ”

His smile, bright as the sun strikes you first, gently making you smile in return. Reassure you to have someone so gentle and visibly kind on your side, you get closer naturally, to feel safe, hoping that he did not just pretend, to have a little conventional favor. But he smiles at you even more tenderly, taking your hips to bring you a little closer, looking at the man again.

"- How much do you need for the costume?

- Nothing. I'm a little drunk. I'm going home. ”

A positive nod, and the story seems to take a little more funny turn. Taking small steps to the side, while the craziness of the moment takes you to the throat again.

"- Thank you. I didn't think.. Finally... Thank you very much for helping me. Sir, my friend.

- I thought he was going to make a proposal a little too much. Indecent? I wanted to do a good deed.

- She was remarkable, but I was afraid that you would come to hands!

- I had the same fear! It wouldn't have been very beautiful to see. ”

His common laughter gently makes you regain your feet, forgetting all your politeness. Names are exchanged as a little secret, and surely, if you hadn't been so drunk and confused, you would have taken the time to listen to it. Jung Hoseok was a charming man, he easily laughed at your dubious jokes and acted naturally with you, as you had known him for years. Time passes by in a beating of eyelashes, and finally, the pretty blonde comes to bring you back to reality. Life was not stopping, and in a drunken blink, you were in the luxurious car.

"- Oh no!

- Did you forget something?

- My phone. And to ask his number a... How did he say he was called already? Uh… It doesn't matter.

- I'll come and get your phone tomorrow. Or I would ask them to send it back to us.

- Hum-Hum. ”

-X-

Finally, the next morning, a migraine not bearable and pockets under your eyes, you had learned that your phone was volatilised. So you had to buy a new one, reluctantly of course. Predictably, you had not seen the handsome young man again, whom your mind foggy by fatigue and alcohol had obviously easily forgotten and your daily life had resumed normally. Resuming your boring work, in your boring company, sorting papers and affixing stamps on boring cards.

"- Are you aware?

- No, aware of what Meïshi?

- Apparently, your favorite group will make a performance.

- So what? It's not like I had the means. I had to buy a phone.

- But I never said that you had to pay for the tickets. ”

Your eyebrows frown as you watch the redhead waddling on her stiletto heels, before stretching the paper with intense joy. It was not just any ticket, but the most expensive, in the best place, with a pass to have an exclusivity with the members of the group. A small cry of joy passes your lips, quickly choked by your hands, looking all around you in a sorry way. Before you start shaking your hands with joy.

"- When are they for?

- This Weekend. Are we going together? Misty is busy.

- Of course! And then this way I would watch you personally.

- As if I needed to be. ”

Your laughter sounds like crystal, while you separate to resume your daily work, yet eager to be this weekend.

"- Ticket please.

- Of course! ”

Like two children, you show with some joy your passes, and they let you in like two princesses. The noise of the crowd makes your heads turn, but less than the accesses close to the stage, showing the entire group, which for your greatest pleasure, interacted a lot with you. The evening is a pure success, the songs are still full, you no longer know how to bring down the euphoria. But when you find yourself in front of the members, to discuss a little with other privilege, you do much smaller. More discreet.

"- Oh, the Miss of the Night Club.

- The one that Hoseok doesn't stop talking about? ”

Many small glances turn to you, like everyone is trying to understand what Jimin and Yoongi were saying, and you make yourself a little smaller. Anxiety slowly taking you in the throat, as you try to remember what they were talking about. You would have met your favorite idol, you would have remembered it, wouldn't you?

"- You must be confused, or I was really drunk.. It wasn't me.

- Yet I remember that it’s. ”

The same sunny smile, and the same bright look. It doesn't seem to bother the man that you don't remember him, seeming as surprised as you to see you again here. A little lost, you stare at him, trying to understand what he is saying, while he just takes your phone out of his pocket. The one you had lost.

"- But now that you're here, I can give it back to you. You will not have a problem... Call me or send me a message, we'll go for a coffee, okay?

- Uh... Yes? Of course. All right. Why not? ”

And with a beating heart for you, and rather naturally for him, he comes to put his lips against your cheek. Before smiling at you honey way.

"- Like that, we will get to know each other better. ”

[prismacolor18]

By @ pichichu_studio

[xwonderfuldeath]

.o| Happy New Year. |o.

Jin x Reader

Warnings : Winter, Fluff, Love, Angst

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"So, you won't be able to go home?

- Unfortunately not. You know that I can't miss this event. ”

Your lip rolls under your teeth while you take a deep breath. Of course you knew it was an opportunity he couldn't miss. But in doing, it frustrates you. You couldn't spend Christmas together, or even your birthday. And now you were going to have to make a cross on the new year. Your eyes close and you take a breath of air, just so as not to look unpleasant. You knew why you signed, but it was still frustrating. Your fingers tremble against the burning phone against your fingers, while it remains silent for a few seconds.

"- Are you crying?

- Sorry, I just thought... I thought we would spend the new year together.

- I'm sorry, but because of the contract... I'll be there the next day, I promise. ”

A bitter laugh it was not his fault if he had a good career, which took the most of his time. The problem certainly came from you, everyone said it anyway. Stop complaining, thousands of people would like to have your place. And you feel your lower lip trembling like your fingers. You were probably a little too emotional, because of the stress. One of your hands passes through your hair, and you apologize, in half voice. Disappointment cannot be hidden, but it is not very serious. Your acquaintance told you all the time, it wasn't his fault if you were too emotional. They were surely toxic people, or who were jealous at the very idea that you were with him. But they didn't realize the frustration. It was always like that: frustrating. The men, he was never at home, always on the move.

"- Are you still there?

- Yes. Excuse me. What are you going to do?

- The schedule has not yet really been announced. ”

You scrape your throat, shake your head. You know that he would have preferred to be at home, show himself in public and have to be away from his loved ones, no one really wanted to. Yet you can't help but blame him, a little. You know that you won't feel it any more, that when he went home and took you in his arms, you would even forget this unpleasant feeling. A long breath, to finish calming down while you look at the food on the table.

"- You're not going to cry all night, aren't you?

- No Jin. Of course not. But... I would have preferred you to be there.

- I would catch up, I promise. ”

His little voice is sorry, helps you a lot to just smile. You put your fingers in your hair one last time, just to end up calming down while you spin around yourself, he couldn't see your actions, and maybe it was so much the better.

"- What do you plan to do tonight?

- I don't know, maybe a movie night, with a meal.

- It seems... Good. Can't you go out with friends?

- You mean, those who think I'm with you for the money? Or those who absolutely want me to introduce you to them? ”

Once again, guilt takes you in the chest. He was for nothing if you had friends who wanted to enjoy your boyfriend. But sometimes, selfishly, you hoped that Seokjin would hate his career and tell you that you were going to live on a deserted island, just him and you. But reality hitting you every time again, being separated from the members was a torture for him, and you could not snatch him from his life now. So you stay with your frustration and loneliness. The reproach seems to touch a little more, and you hear it sigh. It was rather rare for you to really argue, but when it happened, it was always moments of pure anger.

"- I'm sorry to be an artist.

- You always take it like that. I can't do anything if I'm just me and my friends are just them.

- I don't want to argue this evening. Have a good evening. ”

Frustration, you stutter, but the phone cuts off and you blow by letting the device slide on the work surface. And finally you spend your evening on the couch, feeling guilty for not being up to the task. Many people were right, anyone could not live a life with famous people. And you really thought you could be the kind of person who could do it. But frustration accumulates and doubts persist. To finally leave you there, in your loneliness and your films. And you sigh.

"- Are you there? ”

Your eyes get up, as he puts down his jacket, tenderly, before joining you in the kitchen. He has a moment of hesitation. Seventeen hours, he had taken his time to return home. And you breathe, but make no comment. You let him take you in his arms, smiling at his warmth.

"- Happy New Year.

- Happy New Year. ”

His tender lips kiss your cheeks, and you turn for a real embrace, letting him gently squeeze you against him, closing your eyes. You were a privileged person, a person who would still come to see him again, even if he was busy, or call, even if he was tired.

"- What are you going to do as a resolution this year?

- I don't know yet, maybe, to stop complaining?

- Oh, because you're complaining? I never paid attention. ”

And you laugh, look at him with sparkling eyes, while he smiles at you too. Of course, you would still be frustrated, sometimes. Angry and next new year, he would still pass behind cameras. But you knew at the end of yourself, that it was worth it. So too bad for people.

This year, you would completely dedicate it to him. Because he was Kim Seokjin, and when there's Jin, there is always a risk.

[xwonderfuldeath]

.o| Nineteenth Day. |o.

DamiJon

Warnings : Winter, Fluff, Love

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The light wind outside, the noise of the crowd, the cold of winter that makes hearts vibrate. The thick snow that falls as a small petal against people rushing into the stalls, has never seen as many people walking on Gotham as at the holiday season. With his hands pushed into the pockets of his coat, the man just seems to stroll, looking at the windows with a little desire. For him, there was not much to celebrate at the end of the year. It was not that he did not like Christmas, on the contrary, since he was a child, it was one of the best things of his life, until he celebrated his seventeenth birthday and forgot children's dreams so far. However, he just liked to keep his nose in the air, watch the snow fall and listen to it crack under his feet. A breath mixing with the icy air, causing the white fog pleasant to see, as unpleasant by the external cold. The shops would soon close, which meant that he would soon have to leave again, find something else to look at that would light up his eyes. It had not been the great form for some time, perhaps because he was unable to put words on his problems. It scaffolded his mind and made him sleep badly. He had this little something in mind that made him strangely uncomfortable, this little thing that, when they were best friends, talking to him, he had the impression that the world was stopping. And it was strange, because he had never seen their friendships like that. Yet the problem was present, and his eyes could no longer be unhooked when he knew he was not going to be far away. Damian Wayne, the billionaire's legitimate son, who has become the most appreciated man of the year, not by his physique but only by his ideas to change. Jonathan Kent had fallen unfortunately, stupidly and without anyone waiting to, in love with Damian Wayne. His lifelong friend. And it was a problem that makes him bitter. Because this kind of feeling that took us to the throat and did damage. It could make their friendships rot. Not to say make it disappear forever. Even more for a week now, everything was telling him about it at the moment. Damian Wayne was going to marry, with a woman as beautiful as she is intelligent, brown with ocean eyes, had decided to hate her as deeply as Damian must loved her. So he walked in the streets simply with his hands in his pockets, looking at what the merchant street had to offer. Incredible lights, and people pushing each other. It was not fabulous as a walk.

"- Jonathan? ”

It wasn't his day, his eyes let go of the window. A Christmas confectionery store, which does not give him more answer. And he turns to look at his interlocutor. Damian seemed as surprised as he was to see him here. After all, since the news, Jonathan had tried not to meet him, so as not to spoil everything. And it seems strange. He holds a sigh, before forcing a smile. And Damian frowns with this severe air, the one filled with reproach of a Wayne.

"- Damian.

- You didn't answer any of my calls. Father said you needed space.

- Indeed.

- And why if I may ask ?

- D, you know why. ”

He didn't have the strength to say it, not for the holiday season. Not when he now knew that he could not be lucky with him. He now feels very small, under the lost gaze of the tanned skin. It was strange as a situation, silent, as it had never been, and he can hear Damian snapping his tongue.

"- Have you read the articles?

- Who didn't do it in Gotham?

- So you know that it's not true. ”

This time, it is Jonathan who seems to be disturbed, looking at the man who had become the Wayne, with his questioning look. All the articles even had a date, and Damian seems to be raging inside. But he can read it all in his look, like the good murderer who had been trained. If he didn't know him as well, he wouldn't have known where to look for his emotions. But he knew him far too well, and Damian knew him even better. So he takes him by feelings, inviting him for a conversation between responsible adult, in a chocolate bar, open for the holidays. It was an even stranger atmosphere. And Jonathan doesn't know if it was a good thing to have accepted, even hesitating to leave when the Wayne was going to get the orders. But knowing him, it would have taken him two seconds to catch up with him. And this evening Jonathan didn't want to fight. He just hopes that chocolate would do him good, forget. And that Damian would not try to understand his trembling hands and his face low.

But it was badly know the youngest detective in the rich family.

"- You know you can tell me everything.

- I don't want to spoil your evening.

- Jonathan.

- So, you won't get married? ”

He seems to want to know a little too much, the question came out a little quickly and he can see with laughing eyes that Damian had been able to read between the strangely fine lines of this single question. Silence responds to the time of thinking, the time of a sip of chocolate and the taste of a full-bodied black coffee with three sugars for bitterness.

"- No. She is inventing herself a life. End of the story.

- Yet the information came from some par.

- She held interviews.

- I see.

- Is this really the only reason you stopped talking to me?

- Maybe.

- Was this marriage such a problem for you? ”

The mocking tone hurts him, and he feels bad. Squeezing the cardboard cup as he was going to start helping him. His nose frowns and he blows. He should have refused, his eyes fog up and he feels weak. Damian was a strong man, unable to show his true feelings, next to it he was only a childish child. Of course he was going to make fun, hoping that he would get into the game, as usual. But the mockery is felt like a sword blow, and he feels very small, trying to hold back his tears. How he could hate himself sometimes.

"- Jonathan? Are you okay?

Worry, he can feel the fresh hand on his arms.

- You are really the most stupid man on earth. Better detective? My eye! ”

With a sudden gesture, he withdrew his arm, getting up with a sharp blow to reach elsewhere, where Damian is not, where there is no one to see his tears. The sweet taste of chocolate is strangely bitter, when he turn him over to press his lips against his own. A little suddenly, but with the sweetness that a Wayne could have. It takes him in the guts, gives him butterflies and he tries to withdraw, without really having the desire.

"- Damian...

- I'm glad you don't like this wedding. I didn't like it either.

- What are you doing?

- I prove to you that I am not a bad detective. ”

His thumbs suppress tears, and Jonathan sniffs. It was filthy like noise but it makes him laugh and gently smile the Wayne. Who comes back to kiss him, not caring about the world turning and the photos they took. Reassure that Kent is responding to this one.

Announcing a new rumor that the Wayne approves from every angle.

[xwonderfuldeath]

.o| Seventeenth Day. |o.

TaeKook

Warnings : Winter, Fluff, Love, Kid, Winter Tale, Fairy Tale

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Years ago, the world was cut into seven distinct worlds. Of the seven worlds, each had a king, and the seven kings were friends. But two in particular were close. It was not a mystery to anyone, and all peoples waited every year for marriage to be announced. The winters in some world were terribly cold, the snow was thick and the inhabitants could play in it, sharing the joy of understanding. But it will only stay a while. A man, whose name no one ever knew, came one day. Jalousing the relationship between the two kings, by a cold winter evening he indicated an ultimatum.

"- Cut off any link with the king of the east. Or a misfortune will fall on him. ”

The king could not sleep at night, and confused, he answered nothing. And when an accident reached his ears, he responded positively to the threat. Cutting off all ties with his lifelong friend, closing the doors of his kingdom reluctantly, to preserve him. Confused, the second did not understand anything. And a little stubborn, he sought explanations, but only silence was made. The cold of winter was no longer as fun, and when spring bloomed again, the grass was not as green. Sadness and despair took away the second king, when the first snowflakes began to fall. And the first king was shaken, when the news spread in the kingdoms, all could not believe the rumor. Yet, when the bells of the worlds rang, to announce the death of one of them, the kingdoms were carried away by desolation and sadness. In love, with regret and rage, the first king sought the unknown, turning the kingdom with his hands, creating a real hunt for the man. Wanting explanations. And when he did, the stranger had only a look of contempt and a crazy smile on his face.

"- I didn't want your happiness to last while mine died out! ”

When the blood of the stranger flowed, he could still hear his provocative laughter resounded in all the constrainedness. And although his killing was done by his own hands, the first king was still inconsolable, and despite his friends and people, the bells rang again at the first snow of the year after. The two kings were buried in the same catacomb, while the other five pray that their souls would be reunited again in death. And that from there, they can finally find their happiness.

"- Your story stucks !

- No, it's not true!

- It sucks!

- And why would it suck ? ”

The child with small eyes and cheeks swells looking at the teacher, before looking for his words. His arms crossed on his knees, he frowned, in full concentration. As he wanted to find sharp words to make fun of his little comrade even more.

"- Why the first king abandon him? While he could very well have confessed the threat !

- Because they loved each other!

- It makes the story zero! If I had been him I would have fought for him! ”

The second child frowns his nose, crossing his arms of discontent ready to go into the intense debate, before the bell announcing the end of classes resounds. All the little heads get up, suddenly forgetting their beaks, joyfully joining the corridor to go home. Outside the thick snow falling into icy flakes, and the teacher picks up her business. Surprise that the little brown, who had been silent throughout the story, did stare at her with his big eyes.

"- A Jungkook, a problem?

- I think.. That I understand why the king abandoned him.

- Really?

- If it had been me, I would surely have done the same thing. Even if it was hard.

- How can you find out? ”

The child opens his mouth to answer, while the door opens in a crash that makes them turn with the same head, the brown little boy also with a strange smile according to the other children was still there waiting for him, telling him to hurry, otherwise they would have to come home covered in snow. And Jungkook answers quickly, saying goodbye politely and leaving the teacher alone in the classroom. Outside the laughter resounds under the first snow, and the two children go home holding each other's hands. One telling nonsense, and the other listening to it as carefully as possible.

"- Hey Taehyung, if ever, one day, someone wanted to separate us… What would you do?

- I would tell him that even if he were to kill me, he couldn't separate me from you.

- Even if it will mean it happen to me, misfortune?

- ... I would take the risk, because you know Jungkook, I can't live without you. Why would you do it yourself?

- No! Who would hold my hand under the snow otherwise? ”

And he feels his little child's heart hurrying quickly into his chest under the bright smile that Taehyung answers him. Accelerating the step so as not to become a snowman. He makes the silent promise that nothing, no one could erase his smile. Not as long as he was there.