#fatalheir

[conflateds]

@fatalheir , 

   it’s as though he’s racing against time itself -     he’s barreling down the street, iced coffee in hand, zig - zagging through the people. however, it all comes to a hault in the most cliche way as he runs straight into someone. he can feel the coffee slip from his fingers ; until it splashes onto his white shirt, and  the cold sends a chill down his spine. he lets out a gasp, and -  ‘   y - you idiot ! this suit is GUCCI. you are SO paying for the dry cleaning, asshole.   ‘ was it his fault ? not according to him.

[fatalassist-blog]

I need you to take care of my beloved for me. Oh, and nabi too.

          an EXASPERATED sigh.  ‘ i’ll see to it that it’s added to the schedule.  ‘

[errorhacked]

 A muffled groan and a heavy sigh before he rolled over onto the other side, the bed suddenly not soft enough for his liking anymore. Slender arms wrapped tightly around this wonderful expensive customized pillow as nearly 21 years’ worth began to overwhelm and pressure him. Golden optics were clenched tight to fight against the mass of thoughts and memories from bearing down too difficultly on him.

  Abusive mother, parting with his twin and  crippling loneliness.

     Everyone he had ever laid eyes on, had forgotten him ; he’s made sure of it.

 With a neutral expression upon his features, he released his grip on the pillow before releasing it with said memories coming to a halt. His features remained placid and reticent as he mused out loud, slender arms pulled towards his chest. In a softer voice, he begins, “Just who are you..how could you miss leaving such a big clue on the codes. Practically leaving your address.”  Sneaking into the place wasn’t hard if anything help was offered when seen carrying the big box , luck was on his side when he found an actual unlocked door. Nonetheless he would not be able to stay there for long, a shower had been done before laying on the bed, all that was needed now was for the owner of the place to arrive. Oh. you didn’t think this was his place? no it belonged to the great Jumin Han.

“Hm, my dear Elly it seems things may be looking bright and I might just have to go myself and finally find out who is doing all of this. Really didn’t think it would be that easy..  ” mused the curious hacker, sitting on the edge of the bed as iridescent gold hues flitted across the various books. The cat within his arms of course said nothing, as expected, but instead continued to merely hiss at him. Yoosung had began to be a handful with all the constant questions and nagging about the whole situations. Heart pinched ever so slighting at the thought of their last conversation. Blessed was he to have Jumin aware of the situation for he wouldn’t have to suffer alone this time. Seven slowly and methodically paced around the hall, blinking from under long and thick lashes, slender fingers pulled out a book. 

[fatalpuss-blog]

@fatalheir HAS BEEN GRACED !

It was time. The most wonderful time of each normal day. She had waited hours for this, desperately awaiting the wondrous time... that her Jumin would be home. She had left her perch, overlooking the door for just one moment, to drink, but just as she’d entered, she heard the familiar click of the door knob turning. She dashed immediately from her dining room to check on him... but unfortunately, her speed was miscalculated somehow. Her nose collided with his shin, stumbling her harshly for several steps, before she was able to circle him. Her tail twitched in  her appalling shame at her lapse in grace.

[choieye]

❝ i got a rock. ❞

AUTUMN/HALLOWEEN SENTENCE STARTERS.       |       ( not accepting! )       ↳ @fatalheir

                       ❛      okay…      ❜                moments   passed   as   he   stared   at   the   misshapen   stone   resting   in   the   hand   of   jumin   han,    a   well-known   man   of   business.    out   of   all   the   RFA   members,    jumin   was   the   one   he   had   the   most   complicated   feelings   toward.    (aside   from   saeyoung,    of   course.)    the   pros   and   cons   of   being   ALONE   with   him   was   a   bit   of   a   mixed   bag.    either   the   silence   between   them   was   comfortable   enough   for   saeran   to   feel   thankful   for   jumin’s   silent   presence   in   contrast   to   the   other   boisterous   members,    or   there   was   a   silence   filled   with   awkward   tension   that   NOTHING   he   could   possibly   do   would   ever   break   it   apart.    there   was   absolutely   no   in-between.    for   some   ungodly   reason,    he   could   feel   himself   wishing   for   his   twin   to   burst   in   and   pop   this   awkward   bubble   with   one   of   his   weird   jokes.    but   unfortunately,    those   types   of   things   never   happen   for   him   when   he   really,    truly   wants   them   to.

                                          roaming   mint   eyes   practically   lit   up   as   he   spotted   a   bowl   of   pens   centered   on   the   table   in   front   of   them.    gently   plucking   the   rock   from   jumin’s   hands   and   raising   it   close   to   his   face,    he   began   to   scribble   with   a   large   black   marker.    saeran   couldn’t   say   he   was   much   of   an   artist,    but   it   didn’t   take   a   lot   artistic   talent   to   draw   thick   downturned   brows   over   two   squiggly   dots   for   eyes   and   a   SOLID   straight   line   for   a   mouth.    he   added   a   familiar   set   of   bangs   for   a   little   extra   FLARE.    he’ll   call   it…stonin han.    there   was   just   something   so   fitting   about   placing   his   visage   on   a   STONE.    resisting   the   urge   to   let   the   cursed   laughter   bubbling   up   his   throat   release,    he   forced   his   gaze   to   avert   from   the   rock   and   remain   blankly   passive.

                                                                               capping   the   marker,    he   placed   the   newly   decorated   rock   back   into   the   other   man’s   open   palm,    the   slightest   hint   of   a   pleased   smile   tugging   at   the   corners   of   his   lips.                ❛      there   you   go.    it’s   a   little   you   now.      ❜

[atestingblogg-blog]

@fatalheir   ❛     DON’T   GO   IN   THERE  !     ❜   voice   is   shrill   and   unpleasant   as   she   wedges   her   lithe   form   between   him   and   the   frame,   hand   grasping   over   his   ‘pon   the   handle.   her   entire   face   begins   to   burn   after   realizing   how   awful   and   crazy   she   just   appeared,   laughter   revealing    frayed   nerves   and   tongue   tripping   over   explanation.   ❛     uh,   ahaha,   wh-what   I   mean   i-is...   please   don’t   kill   me   but...   iwentaheadandgotanothercattoday.     ❜   she   rushes   the   truth,   entire   expression   a   twisted   wince   with   one   honey   eye   peeking   up. 

[punkedprince-blog]

            “ you’re not that special just because you have money, a lot of us come from money, pig. “

@fatalheir liked for a starter. 

[mediatrixs]

aillah x jumin ship aesthetic for                                       the arranged marriage verse!!