Tagged by @egg2k16 and @blacktofade to share my 5 favourite fics that I've written and I've been putting it off bc I felt like I didn't have enough to choose from LOL. But, in the end I actually had a little trouble narrowing it down, which was a nice little confidence boost. Here are 5 of some of my favourite works I've written.
drink it down (3.8k, Hermitcraft/Life Series RPF, Jimmy Solidarity/Grian/Joel Smallishbeans)
This was the first fic I posted in this fandom (my current main fandom) and I was super nervous about it, because I hadn't seen much rpf in this fandom yet and didn't know what the reaction would be. Currently has almost 600 kudos though so I guess it went down pretty well. I enjoy Grian's characterisation in this. I have Mean Grian Disease. I should write him Mean more often.
where the spirit meets the bone (25k, Star Wars, Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker)
This is the longest complete work I've written. Again, I was nervous posting this because it was my first Star Wars work, and SW as a fandom can be quite intimidating. I read it back again recently, almost 4 years since posting, and I'm still proud of this one, the pacing, the imagery, the characterisation. I often go back to the comments on this one when I need a bit of encouragement.
easy livin' (5.7k, BuzzFeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF, Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej)
Admittedly it was probably a little bizarre of me to drop a Fallout AU on this fandom. But fo4 is my favourite game and I love apocalyptic stories that don't need to focus on the violence, but more on the concept of survival and love and community. So that's what this is. There was a sequel in the works for a long time but I never worked up enough steam to finish it, as happens with most of my projects. I think it works best alone, though. It ends nicely where it is.
waiting for the sunlight (18k, BuzzFeed Unsolved/Watcher Entertainment RPF, Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej/Sara Rubin)
I'm fond of this one. I don't think it's particularly in character, being a fantasy royalty AU, but it makes me happy. There's a lot of world building behind this one that doesn't really come through in the fic, I often thought about turning it into an original short story. I guess it'd be very romantasy coded, in today's language. It's very soft and piney, lots of yearning going on. And then I threw a bunch of my kinks at it, at the end. Honestly it's all just 15k of build up for me to write 3k of consummation + witness leading into possible throuple.
video (taken off the internet) (4.3k, Hermitcraft/Life Series RPF, Grian/GeminiTay)
The formatting in this was very fun to do (Social Media fic). I know there are skins and coding for ao3 to make works look like actual social media but I thought it would be a really fun exercise to try use emojis and regular text formatting, to make it feel less clunky. I think it works well. The topic of the story is a little dark I guess, but focusses less on Grian and Gem and more on the online reaction to what happens. And then you get a little smut at the end bc how can I write a fic about a sex tape without describing the actual sex in detail?
I am tired today and idk who to tag but if you want to do this you can say I tagged you!! And tag me in your post if you wish 💖
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Chan and Sangyeon have been waiting for you to come home. They do have to thank you for your cute little gift from before. (Sequel to Just a Tease)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pairing: Fem! Reader x Lee Sangyeon (The Boyz) x Bang Chan (Stray Kids)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Genres/Aus: Smut, Romance, Established Polyamorus Relationship
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Tws: None
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Sws: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Orgasm Control, Sex Toys, Oral (M & F Recieving), Pet Names, Hair Pulling, Wax Play, Fingering, Threesome, Riding, Aftercare
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥A/N: Finally settled in after my move, and here with another comm finished for my lovely bestie @jacksons-goddess-gaia . Enjoy!
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WC: 6.2K
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AO3| Taglist Form (Please make sure your urls are updated and able to actually be tagged) | Commission Sheet𓆩⟡𓆪
Your back is arched, fingers grasping fruitlessly at the air before you feel rough, calloused ones laced with yours. A sound leaves your lips, pathetic and unintelligible as your thighs shake. A chuckle came from both behind and below you, as you felt a warm hand wrap around your throat. There’s no pressure to it, and you’re almost embarrassed by the noise that left your lips at the lack thereof.
Sangyeon’s breath ghosted against your ear, humming lightly as he tapped his fingertips over your pulse. You shrink slightly at the chuckle that followed the movement, embarrassed as yet another needy keen left your mouth.
“Hyung asked you a question, baby.”
You look down, making eye contact with Chan as he stared up at you, tongue running up between your folds. His face is a mess, though none of you seem to mind.
It only made your body buzz more with pleasure, if anything.
“Where should your hands be?” Sangyeon inquired, the warmth from his body making goosebumps rise on your skin. You shy slightly, moving your hands behind your back and grabbing your forearms. The position made you straighten, your breasts pronounced as you correct your posture. The pleather of the couch groaned for a moment from the shift in positioning.
“Good girl.” Sangyeon praised, walking around to grab a handful of Chan’s hair, pushing his head further between your legs. The younger man groaned in delight before he moved his tongue in little figure eights over your clit, eyes half-lidded and amused as you jolted from the electricity and pleasure.
“Now, I’ll ask you again. Did you have fun? Teasing us and then leaving us to go shopping? It must have been fun, you were gone for quite a while.” Sangyeon’s tone is cheerful, though you see the muscles in his arm flex, veins pronounced as he moved and manipulated Chan’s head as he saw fit.
“Mmmm’sorry, S-Sir-”
“Ah, that wasn’t an answer. Not the one I’m looking for.” Sangyeon tutted, pulling Chan’s hair and tugging him away from your cunt. Both you and him make noises in protest, but Chan’s are silenced when Sangyeon pulls more, making him tilt his head back. The two of them shared a filthy kiss in front of you, trading the taste of your juices. Chan groaned and smiled in a daze when Sangyeon pulled away from him, gaze fixed on his lips before his eyes slowly drifted up to his face shortly after.
“I had fun.” You blurt, drawing their attention back to you and earning a melody of amused chuckles. Sangyeon smiled and reached over to the table in front of you, grabbing one of the vibrators he knew was your favorite.
You perk, your fingers flexing against your own skin as you subtly spread your legs, biting your lip. Chan chuckled, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. Sangyeon knelt down beside him, leaning into his space to mutter something in his ear before nodding his head in your direction.
Chan smiled, turning his gaze back to you.
You feel your throat go dry at the heated look he gave you, holding his gaze as he slowly stood. You watch as he popped the button to his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his hips in one move, his cock springing back and smearing precum against his abs.
“Look at you, practically drooling. You could’ve had it earlier if you weren’t being a cheeky little brat.” Sangyeon’s voice nearly made you break your eye contact from the bob of Chan’s cock.
What did, however, was the sound of a click, followed by buzz of the vibe before it was placed directly against your clit. You gasp, jolting and gripping your own arms to keep them in place as Chan’s hand found it’s way to the back of your head, gently guiding you towards his cock as he stood beside you. You open your mouth on instinct, and had it have been any other day, you might have been more flustered at how eager you were to feel the weight of Chan’s cock settled against your tongue.
You are , instead, embarrassed by the needy whine that lift your lips as the hold he had on your head turned into a firm grip in your hair, keeping you just out of reach.
“Please? ” You whine without even needing to know the two of them had probably plotted to do something like this to make you beg.
“Please what? ” Chan responded nearly immediately, accent thick as he arched a brow, grabbing the base of his cock with his free hand, an almost innocent hum leaving his lips as he stroked himself slowly in your face. The defiant side of you is ready to curse him out, or at the very least, do something to entice and egg him on so he’d cave first so you didn’t have to beg, but the vibrations along your clit increase, accompanied by a bite to your inner thigh.
“FUCK! Mmnn-!” You nearly snap your legs closed, but a strong hand stopped you. You feel yourself clench at the fiery look Sangyeon gave you, leaving biting kisses to the soft inner canvas of your thighs, one hand keeping the vibrator flush against your clit while he ran his slightly calloused fingers along your folds.
“Ah, ah, pay attention, baby.”
You turn your head back, feeling Chan slap his cock along your lips when you do. You look up, heart thundering in your chest as he ran his thumb over your lips, giving you a small taste of him.
God, you needed them.
“Please use my mouth?” You finally reply, sticking your tongue out and waiting. Chan chuckled, immediately guiding the crown of his girthy cock to your lips.
“That’s our girl. Go ahead, baby.”
You move forward, taking him in your mouth as much as the position would allow. Both Chan and Sangyeon liked their blowjobs messy, though you knew the younger of your boyfriends wanted to have the underside teased with the tip of your tongue-
“ Fuck, good girl-” As if on cue, he sighed out in pleasure, gently guiding your head while watching you with hooded eyes. A triumphant glint sparked in your eye at being able to read him so well before you whine in surprise, jolting when you feel Sangyeon push a lubed up finger into you.
“If you do a good job, I may even let him give you a treat.” He purred against the fresh hickie he’d let on your left inner thigh. You clench around his finger, staring up at Chan and cocking your head to the side as you curved and twirled your tongue.
It gave you some of your control back, listening to Chan moan and purr your name, the muscles of his legs trembling every now and again as he slowly moved your head back and forth. You continue to tease the underside of him, subtly trying to pull more control from the situation from the trembling Australian, when Sangyeon moved, pushing the toy inside of you and turning it up a notch.
You nearly gag on Chan’s cock, eyes widening for a moment before you turn your gaze over to Sangyeon, squirming ever so slightly.
Sangyeon holds your gaze with a cat-like smile, thrusting the toy in and out of you steadily as he licked his lips.
“Now, I know you don’t think you can use that cute little mouth to get yourself out of trouble. No, no. You’re lucky I Iet him eat you out. What you deserve is to be tied up like a present and left here with your favorite toys buzzing inside you while we watch, since you want a show so bad. Actually-”
Your eyes widen as Sangyeon pats Chan’s thigh, jerking his head towards the edge of the bed. You let go of your arms, but Sangyeon is faster, grabbing your forearms and leaning into your ear.
“And where are you going? Mmm? We’re not playing at your pace anymore, kitten. You wanted to be a brat all fucking day, so we’re going to play by my rules now or you can sit and use your toys instead. And I do mean only them. Now, will you be a good girl, or will you try my patience even more?” He arched a brow at you and you clench around the toy, biting and chewing your bottom lip.
“I’ll be good. I’ll be good, please?”
Sangyeon smiled from ear to ear and picked up two candle sticks, admiring them for a moment before he handed the white one to Chan, keeping the red one in his own hand.
“Fix your arms, kitten.”
You stretch your arms and reach back, grabbing your forearms again. Sangyeon leaned over to Chan, whispering something to him before chuckling and nodding. You watch the two exchange a loving look between each other before Chan picked you up, setting you on your back.
“Comfortable?” Sangyeon inquired. You nod, wiggling a bit to get settled and whining when you feel the toy slipping from you. Chan reached out, holding it in place and smiling with a devious faux innocent look as you buck and moan.
“Good girl. You’re going to hold this inside of you and you are not going to cum until Chan or I say you can, do you understand?” Sangyeon instructed, turning the toy back down to it’s lowest setting. You let out a sigh of relief, though you knew better than to let your guard down, still jolting and gasping as the top occasionally settled right against your clit when you shifted even slightly.
“You know what to do if it’s too much or your arms start to hurt, right?” He inquired. You meet his eyes, smiling softly and nodding. You look to Chan, smiling at him as well, making a point to wiggle your hips, symbolizing getting more comfortable.
The motion made you jolt again, hips stuttering as you feel it brushing against your clit.
“Y-yes, Thank you, sirs.”
Sangyeon’s gaze doesn’t lose its intensity, but he did nod in satisfaction, kissing you slowly before he trailed his lips down your neck.
“Lift your neck, kitten.” Chan instructed. You do so, mewling as you feel warmth envelope both sides as both Sangyeon and Chan took turns giving biting kisses to your throat.
Chan lingered on your throat longer than Sangyeon did, purring sweet nothings and affirmations to you in both Korean and English while Sangyeon cupped and kneaded one of your breasts, dragging his tongue around your areola slowly.
Your eyes, which had fallen half lidded, snap open, looking at him. Before he can say something coy, Chan tilted your head towards him, claiming your lips with a filthy kiss that made your toes curl.
“That’s our girl~ Listen to those cute sounds.” Chan growled against your lips, swallowing up the breathy moans that fell from yours as Sangyeon moved to grab something. You were preoccupied with the kiss, so you didn’t bother trying to see where your second boyfriend had gone off to.
You got your answer when you heard the sound of a lighter flicking a few times before hearing Sangyeon’s ‘there we go’~ i n approval.
Chan moved moments afterward, and you barely have the time to utter any noise of protest before you feel the first drop land on your collarbone.
You’d recall later, while flustered and stuttering, that it scared the ever loving shit out of you, and you let out a scream of surprise at the unfamiliar sensation.
Both Sangyeon and Chan jolt in surprise, breaking their character in an instant and swooping in to check on you.
“Y/n!”
“Baby, are you okay? Did it hurt?!”
You glance down, looking and spotting the cooling drop of red that had begun to dry on your chest. You realize, then, that it was from one of the wax candles and you can’t help the laugh that slipped from your lips.
“No, it didn’t hurt, it just scared me because I wasn’t expecting it.” You smile up at them as Chan shot Sangyeon a disapproving look. Sangyeon didn’t fight the silent scolding, bowing his head down to kiss your chest, near the wax, then your neck, and finally, your lips.
The entire time, he held the candle just out of reach, and when he broke the kiss, he looked at you, concern shining in his eyes.
“Maybe we don’t do the wax today-”
“I want to try again, please? Now that I know it’s coming, it should be fine. The candles I bought are safe for skin contact.” You smile and steal a kiss from him before you settle back in, sending both of them a disarming smile.
It made you feel more safe than they could ever know that the both of them are willing to drop everything at a dime to make sure you’re doing alright.
It took them a moment to settle back in, but once they did, you found your chest and abdomen adorned with white and red ribbons of cooling wax, both of your lovers growling praise into your ear as you clench around the toy.
“You’re so pretty, Y/n~” Chan purred, turning the toy up the longer the three of you played. Your eyes nearly flutter closed, but a chin under your finger turning your head made you snap into focus, your eyes landing on Sangyeon as he smirked.
“There’s our beautiful kitten. Doing so well for us. You want your reward? Hm?”
That made you perk in surprise, your eyes lighting up as you look at him eagerly. Even Chan rose his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side.
“I w-would like my reward, please.” You stutter, willing yourself to keep your hips down as Chan began lazily thrusting the toy in and out of you, seemingly as interested as you were.
“N-Ngh-!”
“How about we finally give our kitten the cock she’s been craving, mm? You’re doing well at hiding it, but I think you’re having quite a hard time, too, aren’t you, Chris?” Sangyeon chuckled, moving his hand and letting a drop of candle wax land between Chan’s shoulder blades.
The groan that fell from his lips was near guttural, his eyes flashing for a moment before he put his forehead in the crook of your neck. You look down at him, realizing moreso now that Sangyeon had pointed it out, that Chan had been trying to get you to tumble over the edge more and more in the past five minutes than he had been all night.
“W..were you going to cum untouched because I feel good?” You speak before you can stop yourself and Chan’s cheeks ignited, an indignant noise leaving his lips. You smile from ear to ear when his reaction all but confirms it.
“I don’t know if I should call you a good boy for not doing it or a bad boy for thinking I wouldn’t notice you trying to push our baby girl over the edge. How about it, then? Go ahead. Make love to our baby girl. You’ve both earned it.” Sangyeon purred into his ear, reaching between Chan’s legs to grab and stroke his cock.
You shiver as every wanton moan that fell from his lips drifts directly into your ear.
“H-Hyung-!”
“C’mon, Chris. You can do it, right? I bet both of my poor sweethearts are aching. How about it, Y/n? Are you ready for him to stop teasing your pretty pussy and make you see stars like you deserve?” Sangyeon nibbled the shell of Chan’s ear, looking you into the eyes.
“Y-Yes, please, I need it.”
“Good girl. Raise your hips, I’ll get you a pillow. Something tells me your hips are going to be sore once we’re done here.” Sangyeon lifted up and away from the two of you, heading to the other side of the room where they had set most of the plushies and additional pillows. Chan took the time to look down at you, admiring your flustered form as he cupped your cheek.
“You alright? Do you want me to prep you more?” His tone was soft, his thumb brushing over the curve of your cheek. You press yourself into his touch, shaking your head.
“I’m okay, Chris.”
His eyes softened, and both of you glance off to the side when you see that Sangyeon has returned, holding two pillows. He didn’t say a word to interrupt your moment, simply smiling down at you both before tilting his head when you met his eyes.
“You ready? Raise your hips, then.”
You smile up at them and do as you’re told, raising yourself and giving your hips a small wiggle to get comfortable as Chan takes the time to lube himself up. You steal a kiss from Sangyeon, nose scrunching in joy at the way his movements stuttered before he reciprocated.
“Can you stay close? I want to be able to reach you.” You send Sangyeon a pout that makes it hard for him to say no, and he chuckled, nodding.
“Of course, I’m right here for both of you.”
You nod, smiling as Sangyeon shifted, kneeling beside you both as Chan crawled up the length of your body once more, placing small kisses all the way up from your ankle to your lips.
You hold eye contact with each other as he took hold of himself, rubbing ever so slightly against your clit, smirking at the small, overstimulating whines the motion drew from your mouth. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pouting and leaning up to bite his bottom lip.
Chan groaned, but kept his movements slow and gentle, easing into you. You gasp when he does, clenching around him instinctively. It doesn’t hurt, the foreplay and prep beforehand ensured that, but both of them are doting on you, regardless.
Sangyeon gently pet the top of your head and purred words of encouragement, his free hand stroking down Chan’s back, smiling at the way the younger man moaned and arched his back, goosebumps rising on his skin.
“Look at that~ Perfect fit~” He purred once Chan had bottomed out, stilling his motions and groaning. Your thighs shake as you hold onto Chan, biting back the urge to beg him to move . Thankfully, both of them were more than happy to spare you the theatrics, smiling and sighing into the kiss Chan had planted onto your lips, rolling hips with strong, powerful thrusts.
He built up the rhythm, swallowing every short gasp and moan that fell from your lips, eventually breaking the kiss to press bites to your throat.
“Chan-”
“I love you-mmm, so much-”
Your fingers twitch, threading through his locks as you pull slightly.
“F-Faster-”
“You feel s-so good, Y/n.” He groaned, rocking you with every thrust. Sangyeon smiled and leaned over Chan, placing his chin on his shoulder and smiling down at you.
“Look down, my loves~ look at how much of a mess you’ve made already~” He purred, running his hand down Chan’s toned body, stopping to play with and tease his nipples.
Chan bucked, growling slightly before he let out a jumbled mess of swears as you clench around him in pleasure. Both of you follow Sangyeon’s suggestion, glancing down and feeling a surge of pleasure roll through you as you watch the way Chan’s cock glistens with your precum and lube.
“ Fuuuck- ”Chan swore sharply, hips stuttering and picking up as he reaffirmed his grip on your hips.
Your eyes widen at the increase of speed, back arching as your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your voice cracked as you feel him brush against your G-spot, cock curving nicely inside you.
“Right there, right there, oh my god .” You don’t even try to keep your voice down, pulling Chan’s hair for some semblance of grounding. Sangyeon smiled and reached down, cupping Chan’s ass, kneading and squeezing as he looked down at you with a half-lidded stare.
“Listen to her sing, Channie. You’re doing so well” Sangyeon praises, the blunt ends of his nails leaving indents as he did so. Chan groaned, thighs shaking as he glanced up at the older man.
Before he could speak, you clenched, smiling devilishly as he swore, eyes wide.
“Cum inside.” You urge him, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, your grip still in his hair. Chan looked at you in surprise before a strangled moan left his lips as Sangyeon’s hand trailed lower, cool fingers-when had he gotten lube without him realizing?- brushing over his rim and teasingly circling it as he thrust wildly into you.
“You heard her,” He purred, putting his chin on Chan’s shoulder, right beside where your arms rested, his fingers still circling his rim with just enough pressure to make the younger man tremble in anticipation for him pushing them in.
“I c-can’t focus with you- fuck! ” He swore, hips stuttering as Sangyeon pushed one of his long fingers inside, sighing softly as he shook his head.
“Can’t focus? Maybe we should retrain you next, what do you think, Kitten?” Sangyeon purred, turning his gaze to you. Your moans had peaked minutes ago, each of Chan’s thrusts sending stars exploding behind your eyelids. You open your eyes once more when you hear Sangyeon’s voice, nodding quickly.
You didn’t even process what he was saying, but you knew it was good, whatever he was proposing.
Sangyeon, emboldened by both of the reactions he got from his lovers, grabbed Chan’s hips, pushing his finger in to the knuckle and smiling at the way the Australian man clenched around him needily. He squeezed Chan’s hip, matching his pace with Chan’s wild thrusts, curling and turning his finger to search for his prostate.
“F-Fuck!” / “Chan~!”
The sound of you both moaning in esctasy is like music to Sangyeon’s ears, along with the bed creaking and groaning in protest as Chan hid his head between your breasts, a series of swears in English and Korean falling from his lips as he dangled over the edge.
All he needed was-
“There it is~” Sangyeon purred, curling his finger sharply and pressing firmly against what he’d been looking for.
Chan jolted, hips snapping down as he came messily inside of you with a strangled moan. Your thighs shake as they clamp around him, a broken cry falling from your lips as you cum with him.
“Keep going, make sure she gets every single drop, be a good boy and give her her reward.” Sangyeon coaxes, working a second finger into Chan and continuing to work him open, massaging his prostate as he spoke casually.
“Mm, we started this with the intent to get back at our little vixen for teasing us at work but now look where I have you. I don’t know if you’re still going to be able to finish giving our baby girl her rewards .” he sighed, pressing down on the spot the moment Chan opened his mouth to protest, laughing at the overstimulated whimper that fell from his lips.
Sangyeon pulled back from the two of you, letting you have your moment, exchanging breathless kisses with one another.
“I love you,” Chan murmured against your lips, big hands eclipsing your hips as he picked you up, chasing your lips as you sat in his lap.
You press your chest to his, slowly grinding and rolling your hips. Chan’s fingers twitched, lightly clawing at the skin there, just enough for you to feel the sensation.
You respond in kind, tugging his hair and grinding down more firmly.
“ Y/n- ” He groaned, voice shaking as your lips move down to kiss and bite at his neck.
“Thank you~” You chirp, sucking a dark mark into his neck. You could feel Chan’s heartbeat, slowly calming down as he caressed and massaged your lower back.
“Are you okay?” He inquired, smiling when you responded to him with a kiss, and then another, and another.
When Sangyeon came back to you both, holding a warm towel in each hand, he finds you on your side, your leg hiked up in Chan’s hand as he rutted into you.
“Goodness, still making a mess, I see” Sangyeon came back, cocking his head to the side before taking a seat, watching where the two of you were connected.
“I c-can’t help it, I’ve been patient all day .” You fire back, arching your back and balling up a fistful of sheets in your hand as Chan kept his wild, near-desperate pace.
“You’ve been patient, mm?” Sangyeon cocked a brow and laughed, coming closer, reaching between your legs to roll your clit quickly. You jolt, looking up at him with overstimulated tears in your eyes. He simply smiled sweetly.
“I wonder, how patient you actually would be if I hadn’t turned Chan loose on you, mm?” He teased. Your response is lost, replaced by whimpers and cries of pleasure as you and Chan roll towards another orgasm, gently coaxed and egged on by Sangyeon’s calm voice.
The second time you came undone, Sangyeon’s thumb was pressed against your tongue, his half-lidded, calm gaze fixed on your face as he smiled.
“Go ahead, I’ll clean up here.”
Go ahead and what…? You wanted to ask, but he knew you better than you knew yourself, apparently, as you felt the exhaustion and fatigue pull you away during the aftercare and clean up.
‘You did so well, Y/n. You are such a good girl for us. We love you. Chan’s voice is close, somewhere off to your left, but you do not have the energy to respond. You nod off fully the moment you feel one of them pick you up, pressing a kiss to your head.
You remained asleep throughout the aftercare, only rousing here and there via a sleepy kiss to your forehead or your cheek as the men took turns washing you up and massaging lotion onto your sore skin.
You could hear them despite your sleep-muddled state, smiling as you stayed deep in your own land of dreams. Above you, Chan pouted as Sangyeon took the time to clean each of the toys used during tonight’s ‘playtime’, pouting at him from the doorway of the bathroom.
“Yes, Chris?” He inquired, looking over his shoulder after setting aside another toy after fully drying it.
“You never came.” He grunted, his voice disapproving and tired. Sangyeon looked at him before chuckling lightly.
“It’s alright. I’m satisfied with how tonight went.” He responds, making sure the water is still warm enough in the shower before getting into it himself. Chan followed him with his eyes, pursing his lips.
“That’s…that’s not fair, Hyung. All of us were involved.” He follows suit, crowding Sangyeon in the shower. The older man tilted his head before grabbing Chan’s hips, pulling him so they both stood underneath the warm spray.
“There’s nothing I would enjoy more than for you to ‘get back at me’, but you and Y/n are exhausted. There’s no reason we can’t continue this another day.” He smiled, stealing a kiss from his pouting boyfriend. Chan’s eyes narrowed at him before he finally relented as the older man turned around.
Chan’s arms wrapped around him when he did, one hand gently squeezing and kneading his pectoral, while the other lightly clawed at his thigh.
“Can I at least get you off? We can worry about how exactly Y/N and I are going to jump your bones another day but…My hands work.” He put his chin on Sangyeon’s shoulder, hands idling as he waited for the older man’s green light.
Sangyeon chuckled and nodded, closing his eyes and leaning against him as the younger man immediately curled his fingers around his cock, jerking him off slowly as he pressed nibbling kisses to his throat and shoulders.
“She and I are going to get you and make sure you’re properly taken care of, just letting you know.” He promised, grumbling under his breath.
“I look forward to it.” Sangyeon hummed sweetly, he was more than fine with this.
.·:*¨༺ 1 Week Later ༻¨*:·.
Sangyeon knew the two of you had been plotting, but he would be lying if he said he knew just how . Of the three of you, you and Chan tended to be hasty, having less patience unless Sangyeon was involved to reel you from completely jumping the shark.
The past week had had a certain kind of tension he hadn’t seen occur since the three of you had been dancing around each other before you actually got together as a thruple.
It all came to a head when he was trying to go to sleep one evening, and he found himself pinned between the two of you. Sangyeon looked up, exchanging a kiss with each of you before he felt your hand trailing down his chest.
“Mmm?” His gaze followed your hand before finding Chan mirroring you, though his hand was working its way up his thigh.
“You’ve been busy ever since last week so we haven’t been able to make up for you not getting to cum last week.” You pout. Chan smiles triumphantly from the other side, tugging at Sangyeon’s pajama pants.
“I did get him off in the shower, but it’s not quite as satisfying.”
You gasp in betrayal, looking across at Chan.
“ Without me?! ” You hiss. Chan sends you a sheepish look, all while the two of you keep Sangyeon pinned between you.
Once his boxers were down, you take a hold of his cock, stroking slowly while Chan fondled his balls, bashfully apologizing, all while Sangyeon groaned and sighed between you, trying to get your attention.
“H-hey, don’t ignore me-”
“You didn’t even wake me? I would’ve helped!”
“You were asleep all through the aftercare bath we gave you, I didn’t want to disturb you by waking you up for this.”
“A-at least go faster, please-”
You give Sangyeon’s cock a subtle squeeze, a twinkle in your eye as you finally turn your attention towards him.
“Ah, ah. Don’t you like it slow, Sir~? ’” You tease, rubbing your thumb along the head of his cock, smiling at the precum that had gathered there. Sangyeon grit his teeth, a spark of defiance in his eyes.
‘Oh, is that how we’re playing?’ is all it said, but he made no move to break free of the hold you and Chan had on him.
You smile sweetly. You had him right where you wanted him.
“It’s our turn to take care of you, okay?” You cup Sangyeon’s cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. He let out a small playful sigh, turning his head to kiss your palm.
“Show me what you got, then.” He encouraged.
It took another long, near maddening hour of prep from you and Chan before you had him where you wanted him, throbbing, moaning, and staring up at you and Chan with barely contained want and desire burning in them.
It's then, and only then, when you lift your head from between Sangyeon’s legs, letting his cock fall from your lips while Chan pulled his own fingers free from working Sangyeon open just below you.
“Look at how handsome he is~” Chan praises, staring down at a now disheveled Sangyeon.
Light brunette hair sticks to his forehead, his lips are kiss swollen, his cock throbbing and drooling precum, shimmering with your spit while lube dribbles out of his rim.
“Are you going to stare at me or are you going to finish what you’ve started? I can wait all night.” He’s panting, his voice a subtle challenge, though he knew the two of you weren’t exactly patient enough to try him on that.
It’s a wonder both of you had been patient enough for this long .
So, when you finally straddle Sangyeon’s waist, sinking down onto him inch by slow inch, when Chan holds the older man’s hips, pushing into him with bitten back swears, there’s a shared moan from the three of you.
Finally.
Chan hugged you from behind, hands cupping your breasts and kissing along the since-faded marks he and Sangyeon had left behind from last week.
The two of you start a rhythmic pace. You grind, he trusts, and Sangyeon moans, struggling to keep his eyes open as both of the sensations overtake him.
“J-Just enjoy yourself, okay~?” You coo, cupping Sangyeon’s cheek. He looked up at you, raising his hips to meet you every time you plopped down. He pressed his face into the warmth of your touch, and it sends a sensation through you that you cannot describe.
The intimacy between the three of you, that flame never dimmed.
“Hyung~ F-Fuck, I’m trying to hold back but you k-keep clenching -” Chan moans, cut off by you turning your head to kiss him messily. You lose control of your own voice as Sangyeon reached up, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
You gasp against Chan’s lips, nipping and tugging at his bottom lip before you turn your eyes back and meeting Sangyeon’s gaze. His normally calm, measured, and firm voice is wavering.
Seems all the slow foreplay from before got to him more than he had let on.
“F-Faster, please .” He gritted through his teeth, his voice raising in volume when Chan treated him to a powerful thrust that rocked the bed.
“Look at him, Y/n. C-Completely unraveling at the seems for us.” Chan stuttered, fondling and playing with your breasts as he gradually increased his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against Sangyeon’s ass echoing in the room along with the chrous of moans from the three of you.
Sangyeon’s grip on your hip increased as you ride him faster, his precum slick thumb rolling quickly along the bud of your overstimulated clit. Your voice cracks as you moan, smiling and rolling your head back to rest on Chan’s shoulder, near-desperate cries falling from your lips.
“L-like that, don’t stop, don’t stop, m-mmn-”
It is times like this when you’re grateful you don’t have neighbors too close to your home, as all three of you steadily get louder, the slow melody and rhythm becoming abandoned in favor of a more desperate, needy, and fast paced one.
Sangyeon switches from rubbing your clit to lightly pinching and rolling it between his fingers, his mouth falling open as your thighs clench and shake from overstimulation.
“H-Hyung-” Chan’s voice is strained behind you, nearly drowned out by the loud gasps and groans coming from Sangyeon. He liked to take care of you both first-that much is painfully obvious by how you all got in this situation, anyway-so to have both you and Chan double team him, clenching his cock tight, grinding into his prostate, it wasn’t a surprise that he fell apart below you, throwing his head back.
“F-Fuck! Fuck, n-gh please please please -!”
It was as attractive as it was addicting, flipping the usual script around and making him completely crumble beneath you, but you moan in need, feeling him cum deep inside of you. Chan is still moving behind you his voice stuttering with his hips as those powerful thrusts slowing as he milked himself inside of Sangyeon.
You’re grateful for Chan’s grip in you, because you would have fallen forward had it not have been for his grip as you cry out in ecstasy, clenching down on Sangyeon like a vice. That drew another shuddering groan from his lips as you did so.
It takes quite a while for all three of you to come down from your respective orgasms, doing your best not to collapse on top of Sangyeon in a pleasured pile.
You do, however, place your palms at either side of his head, kissing him deep and slowly, giggling when Chan followed suit, gently sandwiching you between them as he kissed Sangyeon over your shoulder.
“I love you~” You sing, smiling as Sangyeon tiredly reciprocates through butterfly kisses he alternated giving you and Chan.
“You did…mm, very well. I feel very taken care of.” He praised, one hand moving up to brush over your spine while the other traced patterns over Chan’s arm.
“Heard that~?” You beam, turning your head towards Chan.
“I told you my idea was foolproof.” You purr. Chan rolled his eyes playfully, gently pulling out and giving you space so you could lift your hips.
Sangyeon is a mess below you, panting, covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and looking up at the two of you with absolute adoration and contentedness in his eyes.
You and Chan get to work on dragging the limp noodle formally known as Sangyeon into the bathroom, exchanging kisses and warm I love yous as you all assist with washing off one another.
That helps shake off any tiredness that had settled into your bones, and soon the three of you are squeezed onto the couch in the living room, the lights dimmed and a blanket tossed over all of your shoulders.
‘I love you’
It doesn’t matter who said it first. It was soon echoed by the others in the room, affectionately cooed to one another.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary:After meeting with a kind snow leopard delivering to an office building, you gain a cute regular to your cafe. He seems to want to tell you something, recently, though.
Wonder what it is...
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pairing: Fem! Holland Lop Reader x Snow Leopard Seungcheol
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Genres/Aus: Fluff, Romance, Hybridverse
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“Hello, I’m Y/N from Maestros. Can you show me where the elevator is?”
You look up at a tall hybrid, smiling sweetly as you push your left ear out of your face. Your nose twitched ever so slightly, taking in all of the new smells.
“O-Oh, yes, one second, please follow me.” The man nodded and turned, his tail swaying behind him. Given the black-tipped ears and spotted tail, you’d wagered he was a snow leopard.
You glanced around the halls as he guided you, admiring some of the art on the walls and how clean everything was.
“Um, is it supposed to be for Team H?” The man glanced at you after a minute or two of comfortable silence. You smile and nod.
“It is! Do you know where I need to go?”
“I’m the leader, Seungcheol. I can guide you straight to the room.”
You blink before gripping the dessert cart a bit nervously.
Shit, if you knew this was supposed to be one of the leaders, you would’ve laid on the charm a bit thicker. You just hope he wasn’t the stuck up suit type-
“Thank you very much for making the trip. Mingyu recommended your shop very highly. I just hope it’s not too much of a bother that we got so much-”
“Not at all!” You send him a smile and feel your shoulders relax as he pushed the door open.
“There you are, Hyung-oh THE FOOD IS HERE!”
The familiar face of Mingyu came into view. He was a regular at Maestros, and the moment he looked at you, his smile grew wider.
“Oh hey, Y/n!”
“Hello, Gyu. So this is where you work? Pretty snazzy.” You begin situating the desserts on the table, picking a spot that was far enough away from the paperwork, but not so far that the four men couldn’t reach it.
“This is my team, Wonwoo-hyung, Vernon-ah, and Seungcheol-hyung.” Mingyu pointed to each man and you wave politely, a hand on your hip.
“So this is where ya work, hm? It’s very nice of you to put in a good word for us.” You smile and look at the boys in the room, nose twitching as you send them a brilliant smile.
“Stop by anytime and I’ll be happy to give you your first drink on the house!” You beam. Mingyu’s eyes light up.
“Oh good-”
“Not you, it wouldn’t be your ‘first’, now would it?”
The other three men in the room snorted as Mingyu’s shepard ears flattened, a pout shining on his face. You smile, at ease now that you had gagued all of the men in the room and deemed them as ‘pretty cool, actually’. You give the table one last once over before smiling, satisfied with the arrangement and the pleasing aesthetics of it all.
“Alrighty, you all have a wonderful meeting. Thank you for choosing Maestros!”
You excuse yourself, pleased with another successful delivery, missing the way Seungcheol’s eyes follow you out.
A beat of silence stretched in the room before Mingyu and Vernon gravitated toward the food closest to them, eyes sparked with joy. As they did so, Wonwoo looked at Seungcheol.
He had his eyes on the door, tapping his index finger to his lip, tail swaying behind him. Wonwoo smiled softly, nudging him and startling him out of his thoughts.
“Wha- hm?”
“...You’re blushing.”
“I-what?”
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 3 Months Later ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
“Back again? I was hoping I’d see you!”
The man at the counter looked at you, startled as you come out of the back room, balancing a tray on your palm. You smile from ear to ear, your scent light and sweet as you spin around Soonyoung’s frame, setting the tray of freshly baked goods on the table.
A spotted tail swayed to and fro, and rounded, black-tipped ears twitch.
Across from you, is Seungcheol. His cheeks are a beautiful shade of pink as he looked away for a moment.
“Am I here that often?” He rubbed his neck and you smile at him.
“Every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday. It makes my day.” You beam at him, your smile widening as his lips parted in shock at your boldness. A feline chirp left his lips and he tried to hide his face underneath the cup's rim.
“Y/N! Stop flirting and help me fill the case!” Joshua’s voice called from the other side of the dessert case. You perk, one of your ears lopped over and covering part of your face before you push it back, sending the snow leopard a smile before hurrying along.
“Coming~”
After the catering at his company, Seungcheol had been coming to Maestros for the past three months, once in the morning and again after his shift. You had his order memorized by now.
In the morning, he would order a bold blended coffee with a freshly baked coffee cake and fresh citron tea with a lemon poppyseed coffee cake in the evening.
He always took it with a small smile and a gentle ‘thank you, Y/n’. Seuncheol was always a welcome presence in Maestros. He made you and the other baristas laugh and he’d even been the quiet, unbiased mediator to some issues with the others and yourself, always willing to lend an ear as he sipped his drink.
He was handsome, had an infectious, yet shy smile, and he smelled really good.
Joshua must have noticed your mind wandering, so he nudged you in the ribs as you came closer, ignoring the indignified squeak that spilled from your lips.
He rolled his eyes playfully.
“Go on and take one for your man.” He waited for you to shyly pick up one of the coffee cakes, hustling over to Seungcheol soon after.
When you do, he perks in his chair, smiling at you.
“Sorry, I would have come over after he closed the case…”
“It’s okay. I made them this time and I wanted you to have the freshest one.”
Seungcheol blushed, taking the cake from your hands. You feel his fingers brush against yours as he took a deep whiff, his shoulders relaxing at the warm vanilla and lemon scent.
He didn’t have the backbone to tell you he liked this coffee cake a lot because it smelled like you.
Not..yet, anyway.
“There’s my girl! Y/n!” You blink, hearing another regular call out to you. You sigh slightly, a bit disappointed you didn’t get to speak to Seungcheol for longer. You brush your hand over his arm, smiling at him.
“Have a good day, big cat.” You saunter off, talking to the middle-aged patron. Seungcheol followed you with his eyes, pursing his lips in displeasure as he saw the other hybrid flirting with you.
“Shit,” he swore under his breath, looking across the cafe.
“Here’s your coffee.” A voice drew his attention to the left and Joshua looked down a the snow leopard, sliding over his coffee. Seungcheol lifted the cup after uttering a ‘thank you’, but found it was actually hot cocoa, not coffee.
His brow furrowed in confusion and he looked down at the cup, blinking. There were words written on the protective sleeve.
‘Just ask her on a date, due’
By the time he looked up, Joshua was gone, pretending and playing the part of a disgruntled manager.
“Y/n, can you come here?”
You break off from the man flirting with you, talking to Joshua before a laugh rumbles from your chest. Seungcheol felt his heart flip.
‘She has such a pretty laugh….’ His thoughts trailed off.
He took another glance down at the hot cocoa in front of him, eyes scanning over the letters on the sleeve before he sent you another longing look.
Maybe changing up the usual routine wouldn’t be…so bad, right?
You glance over your shoulder, nose twitching as you look at the businessman.
You couldn’t help but to wonder, what was on the big cat’s mind as his tail swayed to and fro?
-xox-
“Oh, real quick, I just want to stop in for a drink.”
“We’re already running late-”
“It’ll be quick!”
You lift your head as the sound of a bell ringing draws your attention. You push one of your lopped ears out of the way of your face and wipe your hands on your apron, smiling from ear to ear. A row of freshly baked pastries sits in front of you, the scent drifting up into your nose.
“Hello! Welcome to Maestros!”
Before you are the familiar faces of Vernon, Mingyu, Wonwoo, and Seungcheol. The moment he walked in, your assistant manager Seokmin moved to grab a large cup, scooping ice into it as he spoke;
“You weren’t here last night after work, I was wondering if you’d found a rival cafe, Mingyu.”
“Do you think I’d go anywhere else, Hyung? You wound me!” Mingyu sauntered in like it was his second home. You laugh as the others exchange a look before playfully rolling their eyes.
Seungcheol looked your way, his tail twitching before he smiled and waved.
You make your way over, smiling at the two with a serving tray tucked underneath your arm.
“You boys always have impeccable timing. You always come right when we finish a batch of sweets. If the stuffy office job doesn’t pan out, you’re welcome to come work for us.” You wink at them, laughing when Vernon seemed to seriously consider it with a tap to his chin.
Wonwoo nudged him.
“If you quit before we finish this project, I’ll kill you.” He muttered.
As they laugh, your eyes land back on Seungcheol, moving one of your ears out of your face.
“The usual?” You inquire.
“A-actally, I want to try something a bit different today…if it’s not too much of a bother? Can I trouble you to suggest something new?” He seemed unsure, rubbing his hands on his pants.
“Nonsense. Everyone who comes into Maestros has their own symphonies. It’s my pleasure to fine-tune the harmonies for you.” You send them a dazzling smile and move behind the counter, twirling past Jeonghan as he comes up from the kitchen while balancing a platter on his hand.
“Comin’ through~” He chimed, expertly moving past you. Joshua lifted his head, squinting ever so slightly.
“Alright, black coffee and what?” He cocked a brow, holding a coffee pot in one hand. You smile and gently shoo him.
“Cheollie wants to try something different. I’m gonna make him something special.”
Joshua’s eyebrow arched up before he shrugged a shoulder.
“Do you, Bun.” He stepped aside, giving you free reign of the back. As you got to work on the coffee, Seungcheol wrung his hands a bit, fidgeting.
Mingyu glanced at him before sending him a dazzling smile, leaning into his ear to whisper.
“You got this.” He encouraged the older man, perking when Jeonghan swooped by, handing him a chai latte in one fluid motion before he continued walking by.
Seungcheol let out a shuddering breath before looking up as you came back to the table, setting a beautifully decorated drink before him.
“Here you go, big cat~ This is called Ca Phe Muoi, it’s been a while since I’ve made it, let me know if you like it.” You smile at him, placing a small plate with a warmed cinnamon and strawberry crumble coffee cake before him.
The others perked, sniffing and leaning close to Seungcheol as he took the first sip of the drink you’d set in front of him. In an instant, you watch his face light up, his tail jolting up in excitement before swaying behind him rhythmically. You smile wide as you watch him take the dessert fork to the cake, bringing it to his lips and letting out a pleased purr.
“It’s…delicious.” He sighed out. You smiled wider, laughing as the table erupted in a chorus of ‘I want what he’s having!’ from the others.
“Okay, okay. Just give me a moment and I’ll get right on that for you all” You giggle, turning away from the table. You do catch the motion of Wonwoo nudging Seungcheol.
“U-Um, Y/n?”
You stop, nose twitching a bit as you turn back around.
“Yes, Seungcheol? What’s up?”
Now that your attention was on him, you could see his face had turned a brilliant peach color. He cleared his throat and looked away, cheeks red.
“I…uh…wanted to know if you…um.” He trailed off, rubbing his neck. You cock your head, glancing at his friends at the table.
All of them had conveniently found something else to look at the moment you do, not offering any semblance of assistance in this moment.
Your eyes drift back to Seungcheol and he awkwardly held out a piece of paper. You blink, once, twice, before reaching out for the paper, unfolding it.
‘If I’m handing this to you, it means I got a bit tongue-tied trying to tell you this myself. I’ve been coming to Maestros for quite some time now, and I’d be lying if I said seeing you wasn’t the primary reason. You have such a captive personality and I would love to get to know you better, if you were comfortable with that.
I guess the heart and soul of what I’m asking is;
Will you go out with me?’
You read the lines over and over again before you look up, finding the snow leopard hiding his face in one hand, all but shoveling the coffee cake in his mouth, avoiding your eyes. You can’t help the small laugh that makes its way to the surface, gracefully making your way closer to him.
You pluck a pen from your apron, clicking it and scribbling on the paper. You slide it back to him, smiling as you stand back up to your full height.
“I’ll go get those drinks started, fellas. See you in a bit.” You wink at Seungcheol and make your way out of the seating area.
The moment you’re out of earshot, the table erupts into a chorus of ‘read it, read it, READ IT-’. Seuncgheol looked down at the note, finding your response written in the negative space below his message.
‘I’m flattered. My answer is yes. I get off at 6, how about we start with an evening stroll?’
In an instant, his shoulders relaxed, and the cheers of his coworkers and friends drew attention from everyone in the cafe.
You glance up from the drinks you’re making, meeting Seungcheol’s eyes and giving him a small wink before laughing yourself as he immediately turns redder and hides his face.
Against the Tide: Eighteenth Dal Segno (Ch. 18 Pt. 2)
Pairing: Poly OT8
•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)
•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy
•❥ Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame
•❥ Chapter Sws: Foursome, Consentacle Tentacles (lets go Whiro!), Temperature Play, Comfort Sex, Finger Sucking, Jacob's Ladder Piercing, Hair Pulling, Blowjob, Frottage, Bareback, Auralism, Scent Kink, Cum Swallowing, Biting, Dacryphilia
•❥ WC: 14.6k+ out of 25.5k
•❥ A/N: The blue hellsite's devs are full of shit and my chapter was too big to post all in one so now I have to break it up into two posts. It would be real lovely for my AtTiny enjoyers to make sure to reblog my work when they're finished :3 This was going to be the reveal chapter but it was already 25k so I decided to break it up. Which...was clearly the right option since tumblr's new posting limitations hates me and my big chapters lmao. Thank you for waiting and stay tuned :) Also, if you haven't yet, maybe check out my new universe Ataraxia while you wait for the next chapter?
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“Hold your head up. Keep your back straight. Slouching is unbecoming of a Prince.”
Seonghwa opened his eyes, looking to his left, and spotting the form of his child self, staring at his old instructor.
Ah, a dream.
He watched his child self stand straighter, his grey eyes hardening as stared at his instructor, his jaw, as cherub as it may be, locking.
“Yes, Teacher. I apologize.”
“Perfect, Prince Seonghwa. Now, raise your sword. To be a leader, you must never show that you are tired. Never show weakness. Those who follow you will sense something is amiss and if their leader is weak, they will lose hope. Even if you know your back is against the wall, you musn’t show your subordinates. Always remember this.”
Seonghwa’s child self gripped the practice sword tight, nodding as he once again began to swing at the dummy before him, keeping his posture perfect.
The current Seonghwa watched his younger self before turning, exhaling gently and heading in the opposite direction.
He walked through rustling trees and the scenery began to melt into something different.
Intricate designs on the carpet beneath his feet, expensive paintings lining the walls of rulers before him. Beautiful vases full of freshly picked and tended to flowers.
The hall stopped on two frames.
One, burned to cinders, of his father. Through the ash and damage, Seonghwa almost could not recognize him.
He, however, knew the hilt of that falcata well.
The very one situated on his hip currently.
Seonghwa grit his teeth and looked to the final frame in the hall of rulers.
Staring back at him was an image of himself. Or, rather, his other self.
Inky black hair, piercing ice blue eyes, the deep crimson streaks on his eyes and along his lips. A crown of ice sat atop his head.
Seonghwa approached ‘himself’, staring into his own eyes. The painting smiled back at him, tilting its head slightly before leaning out of it and towards him.
The ex prince did not shy away, even when ‘he’ reached out, grabbing his wrist and smearing paint all over Seonghwa’s it, right over his compass stone.
Seonghwa glanced down before looking back at ‘himself’.
Crimson lips opened.
“Come. It is not these halls you wish to walk through, now is it?”
Seonghwa opened his mouth to question ‘him’, but was yanked through the painting.
He fell through the painting, careening downwards, eyes widening as the color began to fade around him. His ‘other’ self gripped his hand tight, a wild smile on his face as they fell.
“Where are we going?” Seonghwa hadn’t opened his mouth, instead he heard his own voice echoing through the space they were falling through. The ‘other’ him glanced over his shoulder at Seonghwa before looking down.
“The place we’ve been yearning. Even if its for a little bit.”
Before Seonghwa could reply, the gray blur around him as he fell began to rapidly fill with color once more until it cradled him like a blanket. He could no longer feel ‘him’ holding his hand.
Seonghwa did not know when he’d closed his eyes again, but when he opened him, he was…home.
No, not the castle, not the house in Seoul…he was home.
The scent of salt from the ocean filled his nose first, then the rhythmic sound of water splashing along the hull of The Utopia.
Seonghwa felt his throat tighten as he looked around.
“I’ve never cooked swordfish before, but I’m excited to try!”
He turned his head, watching as Yeosang stood with his hands on his hips, admiring the giant swordfish Jongho and Whiro had hefted aboard. San and Wooyoung stood not too far off, with Wooyoung singing a song they’d picked up in the last port town, slowly forming a new set of knives for their beloved chef to hack apart the fish for easier transport down into the galley.
“I don’t care what ya do with it, just make it good for all the damn effort it took for us to bring this big ass fish up here, yeah?”
“Don’t be so fucking rude when asking for something, jackass.”
Yeosang smiled patiently as Whiro rose from Jongho’s skin, growling and starting another one of their usual arguments.
“Thanks so much, Doc. I drank that concoction you gave me yesterday and I feel leagues better than I did before!” Sana cheered, slapping Yunho on the back before she rushed over to get to work, tying her hair back as she did.
Yunho watched her go with a smile, muttering thanks to Geb as he checked his watch and startled.
“Ah! I’m late! I have to feed Atlas.” He rushed past Seonghwa, smiling and waving at him before hurrying below the deck. Seonghwa waved back and continued walking, finding Mingi seated on a barrel, glasses balanced on his nose as he scanned whatever was on the report in his hands.
Seonghwa felt his heart clench for a moment.
He stopped in front of Mingi. His presence drew the boatswain’s attention in an instant, with Mingi peering up at him over the rim of his glasses. Once he realized who it was, he set the report down.
The dark-haired man sent him a big, genuine smile.
“Hey! We’re lookin’ good. I think I finally got the hang of the numbers Cap’n wants to keep while also being mindful of resourc-Oh!”Mingi stopped short when Seonghwa threw his arms around his frame.
He looked at the First Mate with concern before closing his eyes and rubbing his back.
“It’s not like you to slouch, Seonghwa.”
“I just want to hold you again, it’s been so long. Please…please let me just hold you a little longer.” Seonghwa almost didn’t recognize his own voice as he pushed it out. Mingi hummed before looking towards the sky, exhaling a small, good-natured laugh.
“You’ll hurt your back if you don’t stand up straight.”
“To hell with my back. To hell with it all. I just want to fix this. I miss…I miss this. I miss us. All of us.”
Mingi gently pulled him away, smiling at him and cocking his head.
“I know you do. After all, if it were just him you cared about, wouldn’t you have run into him first?”
Seonghwa watched as Mingi hopped off of the barrel, standing taller than him and cupping his face. His rough thumbs wiped Seonghwa’s cheeks of tears that had yet to fall.
“I need to get stronger.”
“I agree with you.”
Seonghwa stared at Mingi, his heart pounding as the boatswain leaned in. Instinctively, he closed his eyes, expecting to feel the phantom brush of lips against his own.
Instead, Mingi placed his lips near the shell of his ear.
“We are in the past, Seonghwa. Nothing is going to change that. You can only change the future.”
Seonghwa exhaled shakily, holding Mingi tighter. He pulled the ex prince closer and set his chin on his shoulder.
“Regardless of what has happened, what will happen. I want you to know something. Take it to heart, okay?” Mingi ran his fingers over the fabric of Seonghwa’s clothes, admiring it as he spoke.
“What lies behind you and what lies in front of you…that all pales in comparison to what lies inside of you, Seonghwa. And this goes for all of us.” Mingi pulled away for the last time, stopping to steal a long awaited kiss from Seonghwa’s lips. He kept their heads together, staring into Seonghwa’s teary eyes before grabbing his report and turning.
“Go on, you should see him before you wake up.”
With that, he walked away from Seonghwa, leaving the ex prince there to collect himself.
It took the blonde longer than he would like to admit, but once he did, he exhaled and turned on his heel, rushing through the bodies on the ship.
He did not care for the fact that he ran through some figures, with them blurring into vague aberrations before returning to the familiar faces of his old crew members, going about their business as if they hadn’t been disturbed.
He found him on the quarter-deck, his back to him as he checked the compass in his hand.
Seonghwa flew over, hugging him tight, burying his face into his back and letting the tears he’d barely reeled in freefall from his eyes.
The man grunted before he glanced back, chuckling softly and placing a hand on Seonghwa’s.
That laugh, that beautiful sound.
“It’s not often I see ya cryin’. Can’t say I’m a fan of seein' ya all messed up like this when yer not feelin’ good.” Captain Hongjoong turned in his arms, kissing the top of Seonghwa’s head and then laughing when the prince pulled him into a desperate kiss with no fanfare.
“Please, stay with me. All of you please don’t go again. I…I don’t want to wake up please just let me stay.”
Hongjoong looked at him before he glanced off towards the sea. There was a pained look in his eyes, but it was gone a moment later, as he turned his attention back to Seonghwa.
“I know it’s unfair, but I’m askin’ ya to stand up straight and be strong.”
Seonghwa felt pain in his chest as he stood up, watching as Hongjoong leaned over the monkey rail. He wanted to scramble to grab him, to yank him back into his arms, but the rational side of him knew if he panicked, he’d awaken from this much earlier than he was willing to risk.
Not now. Please, not now.
He just wanted to talk for a bit longer. Just to hear his lover’s voice. Seonghwa focused when Hongjoong’s voice carried over the sound of the splashing waves.
“What do you think it means to be a Captain?”
Seonghwa stared at Hongjoong’s back for a long time, watching as he gazed down to the deck below. Occasionally, someone would look up, notice the man's watchful eye, and give him a respectful nod, a wave, a fist pat across their own chest in acknowledgment.
Seonghwa watched them silently.
“I haven't the slightest clue, putois. I don’t…I don’t think I’ve done you any justice in your… absence.” Seonghwa cringed, glancing at the deck below his feet.
Hongjoong laughed and leaned on the wooden rail, the wind sweeping his hair. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.
“Ah, after all of this time, you’re still thinkin' with that Princely mindset, eh? C’mon, Seonghwa, think out of tha box!”
Seonghwa’s lip curled but he held back the tongue lashing he had for him, instead watching Hongjoong shift from foot to foot, humming.
“To me,” he started. “Every breath I take is for my crew. I would do anything for them. No pain is too great. No injury too grave. As long as I can move, I will ensure my crew is protected.”
Seonghwa looked down at the men shuffling about, lips slightly pursed. He could see Daniel gently motioning in a direction, followed by half a dozen members trotting down below the deck in mismatched harmony, carefree smiles on their faces.
His eyes drifted back to Hongjoong.
“And what about you?”
Hongjoong glanced over his shoulder.
“What about me? I have this gift now. And with it, I protect my crew. My ship. I can be cut to pieces, but the moment I mend myself back, I will come back. Better. Stronger. This is what a Captain does. At least to me. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how much sleep I lose, I pledged to do right by my crew.”
Seonghwa hummed, closed his eyes, and let out a shaky exhale.
What it means to be a Captain, huh?
“I don’t think I have what it takes.”
“I think that’s bullshit.”
Seonghwa opened his eyes, and all seven of his lovers stood before him. He looked around, his brows pinching together as his lip wobbled again. Hongjoong walked over to him, cupping his cheek.
“I have to go, Seonghwa. It’s about that time, eh?”
“No! No wait, please!”
“It’s going to be okay. I believe in you. I wouldn’t have trusted my crew with you if I didn’t. Don’t give up. Not when you’ve found me. Keep going.”
“Hongjoong, I can’t, okay?! I’ve..I’ve ruined everything. Mingi hates me…you don’t remember us, please. Just…just let me stay-”
“It’s time to wake up, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa watched as the man before him changed, the shaggy chestnut mullet now a well trimmed and fluffy black and white nest of loose curls. Soft, honey brown eyes stared up at him and Seonghwa looked down at the image of the current Hongjoong.
“I…I don’t want to wake up-”
The musician placed his hand on the center of Seonghwa’s chest.
“Get up, Seonghwa.”
“No! No, no, no, just a bit longer-”
“It’s time to get up.”
Hongjoong pushed him, and Seonghwa found himself powerless to stop it, falling back with the image of his lovers staring back at him being the last thing he saw before he fell through the deck.
Once again…the color around him began to fade to gray as the ship got further and further away.
And then-
“CHEESE WILL PERFORM LIFE SAVING MEASURES! EVERYONE STAND BACK!”
Seonghwa jolted up, the sensation of falling the second time triggering his instincts. In an instant, Cheese came storming towards him, knocking him out of his bed and onto the floor before pressing onto his chest.
“Live, Master Captain Seonghwa!!! LIIIIIIVE!”
“C-Cheese, he’s immortal, he doesn’t need you to do chest compressions-” San frowned, brows furrowed. Whiro cackled from where he’d pulled himself up from Jongho’s skin.
“No, no, please let him continue, this is fuckin’ hilarious.”
Jongho rolled his eyes and made his way over, picking Cheese up and frowning down at the oldest immortal.
“Hey, you alright?”
Seonghwa sat staring at the ceiling in shock for a moment before he pushed himself up into a sitting position.
Jongho and Yunho stood closest to his bed, worried expressions on their faces. Wooyoung was not too far off, holding a bowl of cool water as Yeosang wrang out a rag, paused mid-way as he stared at Seonghwa, bewildered. San sighed, setting aside the smelling salts he had fished out of Yunho’s room, pursing his lips in concern.
Mingi stood in the doorway, quietly observing.
“You were…screaming and crying in your sleep. We couldn’t wake you at all. Are…are you alright?” Yeosang inquired, rushing over to place the rag on his head. Seonghwa momentarily forgot the nature of the very powers inside of him, instead relaxing the instant the cool rag touched his head.
He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and his eyes and throat stung, proof of the aforementioned screaming and crying episodes. Yunho ducked down and picked him up, setting him in his bed and holding a hand over his body. A faint green glow emitted from it as he seemed to check Seonghwa’s body with his powers.
“Your vitals are good. It seems it was only a nightmare. However, I am detecting traces of-” Geb’s tender voice sounded from Yunho’s lips and Seonghwa shook his head, cutting him off.
“I’m fine, Geb, please don’t worry.”
Yeosang clenched his fists.
“You’re doing it again. Why?”
Seonghwa’s gaze lifted to Yeosang, blinking in surprise.
“Doing…? What am I-”
“Did you know? Your scent changes when you lie. When you tell half truths, even. Everyone’s does.” Yeosang walked up, eyes blazing. Seonghwa stared up at him, pressing his lips together. There was a flash of something in his eyes, Mingi knew it well. The oldest of their group of immortals didn’t like to be challenged, and would usually respond accordingly.
However, this time, as quickly as the look crossed his face, it was gone, replaced with a stone-esque poker face, albiet a bit too late for those who knew him well.
So…everyone in the room.
“Yeosang, there is no need to be concerned.”
“Show me your side. Lift your shirt up, actually.”
“....”
“If there’s no need for concern, there’s no reason to not show me, right? My nose can just as easily be playing tricks, right?” He pointed to Seonghwa, eyes bleeding to crimson.
“Explain to me why I smell your blood, since there is no cause for concern, Park Seonghwa.”
A silence fell over the room that instantly made the air stifling. Seonghwa rubbed his tired eyes and let out an exhausted sigh before sending his lovers a smile that didn’t convince a single one of them he had pulled it together.
“I…truly do not wish for any more fighting between us. I’ve been the reason for so much, already. They will heal. I’m sorry to disturb everyone so early. Thank you for checking on me. I…need to organize my thoughts and I will be alright.” He ran a hand through Cheese’s fur as he spoke to them.
San looked down as he did. Seonghwa’s hand was trembling.
“Seonghwa…” Yeosang realized his out of character outburst had made the man put up his walls again. A pang of guilt struck him hard and reached for him. Seonghwa caught his hand, turning it in one fluid movement and placing a kiss to his knuckles.
“I’m sorry for worrying you.” He spoke softly, a sense of finality in his tone.
Drop it, please.
“We’re gonna get him back, Hwa.” San sat on the edge of the bed, putting his hand over Seonghwa’s free one. The ex prince let out a small exhale. He turned his hand up, taking San’s in his and raising it to his lips like he had done with Yeosang’s. San didn’t move, his expression softening as Seonghwa brushed his lips over his knuckles and pressed San’s palm to his cool cheek.
“I…I know. I won’t stop until I do. I want…to be a man worthy of guiding and loving all of you.” His normally sure and bold voice came out as a mere whisper.
Wooyoung came to his side quickly.
“Of course you are!”
Seonghwa could sense out of his peripheral that Mingi was still there, watching quietly. He had the hindsight not to glance in his direction and risk sending the wrong message. Instead, he closed his eyes, speaking clearly as he held San’s hand in place.
“Do not misunderstand. I do not say these words because I wish for any of you to feel pity for me. I say them because I have made grave mistakes and I wish to atone for them. Until I do, how can I look any of you in the eyes and call myself a leader? How can I call myself an adequate lover when I have let you all down so tremendously?”
Jongho glanced at Yunho, who seemed to have a comment on the tip of his tongue but refrained. A guilty look settled on his face instead.
‘I’ve pushed him too much, Geb.’
‘Perhaps.’
“My actions and…the harm they have caused are my own. It is on me to right these wrongs. My body will heal from these wounds in time. With that being said,” Seonghwa got out of his bed, looking around everyone in the room.
“I wish to try that trial once more. But I don’t want anyone to feel rushed or pressured into doing it instantly like we had before.” he ran a hand through his hair and nodded.
“I will be down for breakfast soon, I just…I would like to shower first, I'm covered in sweat. Thank you all for checking on me.” He stood, gently maneuvering around Cheese so the canine didn't fall.
His remaining lovers exchanged concerned glances at one another before Jongho reached for him, catching his wrist and sending him a smile.
“Mind if we join?”
Seonghwa’s lips parted, before he glanced down, finding a shadow subtly looped around his ring finger, tugging gently.
The ex prince looked up, pressing his lips together to hide the small wobble. Gods, was he not done with the crying? Did it follow him into the waking world?
“C'mon.” Even Whiro regarded him with a tender tone, and Seonghwa found himself nodding, his feet slightly dragging along the cool floors.
Mingi stepped out of the doorway as Jongho and Whiro ushered Seonghwa out.
“Seonghwa,”
The blonde perked, looking over his shoulder at Mingi. He rubbed his arm slightly, looking to the floor. Cheese had appeared at his side, rubbing against his leg before sitting at his feet.
“...Make sure to wash your face. It's…puffy. And, um. Drink water. So you don't get a headache. From the…crying and all.”
Seonghwa slow blinked at him before he let out a small exhale, the tears he'd been trying to force back down flowing from his face at the clear-albeit a bit awkwardly executed-words of concern.
“Thank you, Mingi. I'll be back soon.” Seonghwa’s voice somehow remained stable despite his tears (and the occasional laughs as he tried to wipe his face)
Jongho ducked down, looping his arm under the taller immortal's legs, picking him up.
“I got you. Just put your head on our shoulder and let us take it from here.” Jongho’s voice grew further from everyone as he carried Seonghwa down the hall.
Yeosang looked at the floor, guilt tearing at him. He quietly excused himself, cursing in several tongues as he maneuvered past his lovers.
“I…I’ll make breakfast…”He trailed off, the usual excitement in his voice to do so gone as he jogged downstairs.
It wasn’t like him to lose his cool like that, but he could see the clear hurt on Seonghwa’s face and it was like watching a horrible accident in slow motion.
Still in the doorway, Mingi glanced into the room at the remaining occupants before ruffling Cheese's fur.
“Come on, let's go help Yeosang.” He nodded towards the stairs and Cheese happily trotted after him.
In the bathroom, Seonghwa watched as Jongho and Whiro spoke back and forth to one another in Māori, moving about the room and grabbing different items.
“Should we do a bath or shower?”
“Shower. I don't know if he's going to want to sit and be in his own head in a bath. Plus, foxy is making breakfast. It'd be rude to let it get cold by spending all day in the tub.”
Seonghwa couldn't understand a word they were saying, but he could tell they were working harmoniously, probably bouncing ideas off of one another.
“It's…nice seeing you two like this.” He softly spoke. Jongho perked for a moment before he extended his hand.
“We love you.”
Seonghwa took his hand without hesitation, leaning into his space and holding his forearms gently. He pressed their foreheads together, staring into Jongho’s eyes.
He noticed the right one had gone red, and his gentle smile grew as half of Jongho’s silken locks went blonde.
“Couldn't wait your turn?” Seonghwa tried to jest but both of them cupped his face.
“I'm okay with sharing.”
“Just enjoy the pampering, pretty boy.”
Seonghwa ignored the latter response, closing his eyes and letting both tug him into a kiss.
The two of them kissed him with a sense of gentleness foreign to Seonghwa. He was used to the demanding push and pull energies Whiro often put into his kisses, fighting without pause to control every aspect.
Kissing Jongho was like approaching a newborn fawn in a way. He was far from the most delicate of the bunch. Still, Seonghwa always held in his subconscious the boundaries that the youngest had set in regards to his personal space and what did or didn't make him uncomfortable in moments in intimacy, even if he insisted on it being 'okay because it's you'.
Now, in this moment, Seonghwa felt he was being lead through the kiss. Their lips moved against his, and once he closed his eyes, he found he couldn't tell if it was Whiro or Jongho kissing him when the two had begun to switch off every now and again.
A shadow wrapped around his hip, pulling him closer until Jongho wrapped a strong arm around his midsection, pulling him into the shower and pressing him against the wall under the overhead spray.
Seonghwa cracked his eyes open, staring through a half lidded smolder. He was met one deep crimson eye and one dark brown one staring back at him, two toned silken locks clinging to Jongho/Whiro's body.
"You two weren't kidding about sharing, huh? How long has it been since I've seen this?" Seonghwa spoke softly, a cool hand coming up to touch what was now Whiro's cheek as he kissed under Jongho's eye.
"We'll take care of you. Don't worry ‘bout it."
Seonghwa smiled softly and let the two pamper him, relaxing and giving himself up to them.
For a little while, he’d just let his mind shut off.
“Seonghwa, do you want to tell us what happened to cause these?” Jongho touched the purple splotches littering Seonghwa’s body, frowning at the wounds the ex-prince had been hiding underneath his clothes.
“Training,” Seonghwa answered, cringing slightly as Jongho’s fingers brushed over some of them. He hissed slightly before avoiding the sharp gaze the Maori man (and Whiro) fixed him with.
“Who did this to you?” Both of them growled out. Seonghwa shook his head and laced his fingers with theirs.
“Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of me? If that’s your intention, how about you make me forget instead?”
The two of them leveled him with a stare before they moved in for a kiss.
“Consider it done.”
Down in the kitchen, Yeosang stirred his pot with a conflicted look on his face.
Everything around him seemed to be caving in on itself and he still felt they were leagues away from actually being ‘on the same page’. And he’d hurt one of the loves of his life.
How much longer was he going to be a useless backdrop while everything happened around him? If he stood aside and let the others do all the heavy lifting, he was nothing but a bystander.
He should know, more than anyone, the harm that causes.
The kitsune grit his teeth and set the handle to his spoon on fire.
“Y-Yeosang?!” Mingi’s voice made him focus and he put the fire out in an instant.
“Sorry, I just…” He let out a frustrated sigh and took the apron off, tossing it aside.
“Mingi, most of it is ready, you only need to stirr it in ten minutes and then let it simmer for another five and then you can all eat. Don’t wait for me.”
He spoke with an authority they weren’t used to as he made his way upstairs.
He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he had to do something. Had to say something. Seonghwa was doing it again, taking so much on his plate in order to take the chaos off of the others.
But he wasn’t making it any better, putting him on the spot, lashing out at him…it broke Yeosang’s heart watching those icy walls go up.
‘Communication, Yeosang. By the gods, talk to each other’
How much longer was he going to sit on the sidelines passively, hoping a ‘positive attitude’ and his cooking would continue to put bandaids on the problem?
Gods, he could hear his sister laughing at him in back of his mind.
“Look at you, a big crybaby with no backbone. This kingdom can’t be led with anyone like you.”
The kitsune marched directly up to the bathroom, opening the door abruptly and coming face to face with Seonghwa covering his mouth, stifling noises as Jongho and Whiro washed him probably a lot more thoroughly for it to be considered ‘innocent’.
“Gods above and fucking below-What is it?” Whiro grunted, barely hiding his annoyance. Jongho was a lot more understanding, turning his head towards Yeosang.
“What’s wrong? Do you need us?”
Seonghwa seemed to have been sobered out of his daze, body tensing despite the swearing from Whiro at the immediate reversal of what he and Jongho had tried to do.
“I…” Yeosang’s ears got hot as he stared, losing track of what it was he exactly wanted to articulate. Whiro noticed and rolled his eye, picking Seonghwa up unceremoniously.
“Fuck’s sake, Foxy. If you’re gonna interrupt when someone’s in the middle of somethin’, at least have your shit together. Come on.” he stopped in front of Yeosang and tossed him over Jongho’s other shoulder.
He carried the two ex princes unceremoniously down the hall to his room and opened the door with a shadow, dropping them both to the bed.
Both Seonghwa and Yeosang bounced and Yeosang opened his mouth to let out a flustered serious of noises before he caught sight of purple splotches all over Seonghwa’s body and slowly-healing wounds.
“My gods they’re worse than I thought-”
Seonghwa looked at them before looking away.
“They’re from training, I’ll heal back up. Really, it’s not that bad.”
“What the hell training are you doing that you haven’t healed up the next day? You heal faster than I do; if it were a simple cut, they’d be gone. Who did this to you?” He panicked, looking at the splotches. Seonghwa glanced away.
It’d cause a lot of trouble if he said he’d been poisoned by Hongjoong’s brother, wouldn’t it? He didn’t want anyone getting mad at Yuta. As much of a little shit as he may have been, he still only fought Seonghwa at his request.
“I’ll be alright, please do not worry. These are just healing slower.”
Yeosang cupped his face and forced their foreheads together, staring into his eyes.
“Why won’t you lean on us? Why do you keep putting yourself through hell alone?”
Seonghwa’s eyes widened before he sighed.
“Yeosang-”
“I hate to interrupt, I really do, but Whiro and I were trying to get his mind off of things and I don’t want things to spiral back into that right now.” Jongho cut in, moving to grab some bandages and salves from his dresser. Geb and Yunho had made sure every room in the house had it stocked.
It was polite, but the message was clear;
Get out if you’re going to upset him again.
Yeosang looked at Seonghwa and pressed his lips into a line.
“Give me the salve, I’ll help.”
Seonghwa blinked in surprise as Yeosang began gently rubbing the salve onto various parts of his body, his concern shining on his face.
“Let me know if I’m hurting you.” Yeosang muttered, hand shaking as he looked at the wounds.
Now that he was focusing, they were slashes caused by some sort of blade…the edges of the torn skin were glowing faintly, and Yeosang worried his lip between his teeth.
“I…I’m sorry…I lashed out at you and that was not…even remotely appropriate.” He spoke softly. Seonghwa’s shoulders lost a bit of their tension and he hummed, only hissing slightly at the sting of the salve.
“I understand. I’m sorry for worrying you.” He hummed. Yeosang pressed his lips into a line, eyes bouncing from wound to wound.
Who the fuck did this? Who the hell had….what he assumed was poison strong enough to slow down an immortal’s healing? Seonghwa’s healing was a league of its own, coming only after Yunho, Jongho, and their Captain.
“Raise your head, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa tilted his head back and let out a muffled noise of surprise when Jongho cupped his face, kissing him deep and slow. Yeosang’s ears twitched, glancing up a the men kissing above his head. Jongho held him firmly, tilting his head once and keeping Seonghwa locked in the intimate kiss without pause.
He could smell the way Seonghwa’s scent changed, sweetening subtly as he leaned into it a few moments after realizing Jongho was not giving him a mere peck.
Yearning. Need.
Yeosang liked this a lot more than the wilted scent that had clung to Seonghwa as of late. He’d…figure out what to do later in regards to easing the conflict in his partner’s heart. For now, he shifted his focus, wanting to match Jongho and Whiro’s energy when it came to distracting the blonde from his troubles, even if for a few moments.
His tails appeared and he curled one against Jongho’s waist, pulling him close before he leaned over to one of the gashes, pressing a warm kiss to Seonghwa’s chest.
Each kiss left a lingering warm tingle to the ice prince’s body and he arched into both kisses, droplets of water rolling down his body.
“S’pose we should dry him before moving on, hm?” Whiro reminded them, smiling devilishly at the dazed and needy look that had once again graced Seonghwa’s face.
Yeosang waited until the Maori men moved away from Seonghwa’s lips before he leaned up, cupping his face and kissing him breathless, pushing him onto his back.
“Yeosa-mmff-” Seonghwa groaned, his hair clinging to his forehead and his neck as Yeosang poured all of his emotion into the kiss, tails stroking his arms, abdomen, and legs, leaving feather-like trails of warmth in their wake.
“H-Hold on, wait-” Seonghwa blushed, cheeks ignting as he broke the kiss. Yeosang panted, holding his gaze, worry shining in his expression.
“Did I hurt you?”
Seonghwa laughed gently, an alluring and sticky-sweet scent drifting off of him.
“N-No.”
Yeosang tilted his head before a shadow worked its way between them, lifting him enough to get Seonghwa back in a sitting positon.
“If that’s the mood you’re in, I’m happy to oblige. Let’s get you wrapped up, first.” Jongho’s voice cut in. Yeosang glanced down, his cheeks going beet red when he noticed Seonghwa had gotten aroused from the touches and kisses.
“You don’t have to-”
“We want to, pretty boy. Trust me.”
Seonghwa’s lips parted in surprise before he looked down at Yeosang, a rare embarrassed expression crossing his face. Yeosang grabbed the bandages and began patching Seonghwa up, leaving kisses after each one.
“I want to, as well. If you’ll have me.”
Jongho smiled and put his head on Yeosang’s shoulder.
“Now we’re on the same page.”
It took minutes before Seonghwa was splayed across Jongho’s lap, his chest rising and falling quickly as Jongho’s shadows stroked and caressed along his skin, tugging gently to leave him spread open for Yeosang to kiss and caress down his body.
“Y-You don’t have to be so ge-gentle with me.”
“Really? Because you’re enjoying it just fine.” Whiro taunted, rising off of Jongho’s arms, taking his spot beside Yeosang between Seonghwa’s legs, kissing and biting at his thighs.
Seonghwa let out a startled gasp before feeling Jongho’s fingers turn his head to kiss him, pressing flush against his back.
“It’s okay. We got you.” Jongho muttered between his lips. Seonghwa whimpered before his hips jerked upwards, engulfed by the soft warmth of Yeosang’s mouth.
Yeosang’s tails swayed and wagged gently, brushing along all three of the men. He kept his eyes up on Seonghwa, crimson eyes gleaming as he studied Seonghwa’s face.
How long had it been since he’d seen this look?
The one the ex prince and First Mate wore well. The utterly ruined yet sultry expression that fit so well. His eyes rolling back, brows pinched together, tongue flicking out of his mouth-
Jongho reached around and tapped two of his fingers against Seonghwa’s lips, smiling in approval from behind him and kissing his shoulder as Seonghwa closed his lips around his fingers, licking and sucking as he spread his legs wider.
‘Gorgeous….’ Yeosang mused, swallowing around Seonghwa as he stared lovingly at the two. Whiro shifted from beside him, trailing rough fingers through his silken fur before he grabbed the base of them.
Yeosang jerked, nearly choking on Seonghwa’s cock as the deity turned his attention to him.
“Stay focused, Foxy. Look at how good you’re doing.”
Yeosang shivered, feeling Whiro’s big hand tangle into his hair, guiding him up and down on Seonghwa’s length while holding him at an angle where he could see both Jongho and Seonghwa peering down at him.
Yeosang felt himself throbbing before he moaned, sinking deeper and keening when he felt the head of Seonghwa’s cock brush against the back of his throat.
“F-Fuhhh-”Seonghwa whimpered, drooling around Jongho’s fingers as he twitched. The shadows tightened around his thighs slightly before Whiro smirked, holding his head down for a few moments as he casually spoke to their blonde lover.
“You’re making a mess, pretty boy. Been that long since you had something occupy your mouth?”
Seonghwa shuddered, body hyper sensitive.
Gods, how long had it been?
“That’s not good. Knowing you, you haven’t even touched yourself, either?” Jongho sighed softly, biting and suckling his shoulder until a splotchy mark was left on the side of his neck.
“H-Hadn’t crossed..nn..my mind. Been…occupied-”
“And that’s enough of that for now.” Jongho cut him off, using his free hand to come around and tease his nipple, making eye contact with Whiro across from then and tilting his head towards Yeosang.
Being connected like this had its perks and one of them was that they didn’t have to share their thoughts verbally.
Yeosang hadn’t even realized Whiro’s hand was out of his hair until it returned to his tails, pushing them up and out of the way as he kissed and bit along the curve of his ass cheek.
Yeosang gasped and jerked, feeling those shadows tug his knees apart so he had better access.
He glanced back at him, flushed and embarassed when the god spread him wide without hesitation.
“Don’t worry about me, Darling. I’m just having breakfast. You focus on making our favorite blondie feel good.”
Yeosang’s tails flexed and trembled before curling around the three men in some way, shape, or form as Whiro’s tongue delved into him.
Seonghwa cupped his jaw, sending him an adoring gaze as he moved his thumb lower, brushing his fingers over the slight bulge of Yeosang’s throat.
“My darling fox. N-Ngh, thank you so much.” He praised him softly, thighs twitching and flexing in the shadows’ grip. Jongho smiled and moved his lips to his ear.
“Your drooling all over yourself, Hwa.”
Seonghwa glanced over at him out of the corner of his eye, his teeth grazing along his fingers before sucking suggestively, curling his tongue around the calloused digits before sticking his tongue out between them, letting a bead of his saliva fall between them.
Jongho narrowed his gaze at him, throbbing at the display.
“I’m supposed to be gentle with you this morning, don’t make this harder on me.”
Seonghwa’s lips quirked, challenging him with a subtle cock to his head.
“I’m in your care.”
Yeosang’s voice drew their attention back between Seonghwa’s legs as he arched his back and let out a loud moan, trembling as Whiro’s tongue curled deep inside of him.
‘Almost forgot how cute this one sounds’ Whiro’s voice echoed in Jongho’s head and he smiled, watching Yeosang’s eyes shine brighter, his tails twitching and wagging, going back and forth between clinging to them and jerking with each breathy and muffled gag and moan that came from his muffled lips.
“C-Close, hold on-” Seonghwa moved to reach for Yeosang’s head, trying to pull his hips back in a feeble attempt to still him so he didn’t cum down his throat.
Two of Yeosang’s tails flew up the moment he did, grabbing his wrist and keeping him from stopping him as he looked up at him once more, holding his gaze as he sped his head up.
“He’s doing his best to make you feel good, Seonghwa. You don’t have to hold back right now.” Jongho coaxed him, reaching down and cupping his balls, speaking into his ear once more.
“Look at how desperate he looks, are you really going to keep it from him?”
Seonghwa arched, body shuddering. Whiro rumbled from behind Yeosang, pulling away from the mess he’d made of his ass to lean over him, partially pinning him in place and grinning wildly up at Seonghwa as he took one of the kitsune’s ears between his teeth.
“Don’t waste a drop, Foxy.”
Yeosang arched and swallowed hard the moment he felt Whiro’s canines clamp down on his fluffy ear. Everything was dizzying for the kitsune, the scent of arousal, need , and desperation along with everyone’s voices was driving him mad.
Did none of them think about his poor heart? He could smell and hear everything tenfold because of what he was.
If the deep, growling chuckle coming from the god currently pressing his cock against his ass as he suggestively caressed his throat where Seonghwa had made him bulge was anything to go by, he was sure they all knew exactly what the hell they were doing to him.
The moment Yeosang and Seonghwa locked eyes again, the older of the two ex princes cried out in delight, arching his back as much as he could in Jongho’s strong grip, thick, sweet ropes of cum coating Yeosang’s throat.
The smaller man let out a muffled moan, cumming messily onto the sheets below. Yeosang mewled, eyes fluttering momentarily as he swallowed each drop eagerly. It took a colossal effort for him to keep them open, but he wanted to drink in every expression on Seonghwa’s face.
He slowly pulled off with a wet pop when he was sure Seonghwa had finished his first orgasm.
The blonde sat there in a daze, panting with his legs spread wide by the shadows. Jongho kissed his shoulder, tracing patterns and symbols on his abs as he throbbed against the small of Seonghwa’s back.
“Did that feel good? Your voice cracked for a moment.” He rumbled, leaving a biting kiss on the top of his shoulder. Seonghwa groaned and looked behind him.
“You haven’t came yet. Don’t stop. Please,”
“We’re not done, Hwa. Far from it.”
While the two spoke and changed positions so Jongho could stretch him properly after getting lube, Yeosang felt a firm grip turn his head.
He found himself staring deep into Whiro’s crimson eyes, and his breath caught for a moment.
“Now, what’s a position fitting enough for the cute little cook that keeps all of us nice and fed mm?”
Yeosang shuddered and scanned his expression, lips parting before he closed them, shyness overtaking him.
“Oh no no. You’re gonna tell me. Go on, tell me how you want it. I’ll do it, Yeosang.”
Yeosang would later reflect and curse himself at the way he’d gasped at Whiro calling his name. His eyes widened for a moment before he bit his lip and leaned close to his ear, shakily whispering to the god.
In hindsight, he wasn’t sure why. The only one who couldn’t hear him would be Seonghwa.
He was preoccupied with other matters, though, his cheeks going bright red when Whiro easily picked him up, setting him on top of Seonghwa with his knees at either side of Jongho’s hips.
The first thing both men realized with the new position was the temperature .
Due to the nature of their powers, Seonghwa's skin and tongue always ran cold, while Yeosang was opposite of him. Both of them being chest to chest like this created an immediate back and forth between their body temperatures that made both of them writhe.
Said writhing lead to both of their cocks rutting against one another.
Both of them jolted again before Seonghwa reached out and grabbed Yeosang’s face, kissing him sloppily. Yeosang could tell he’d chilled his tongue on purpose and he responded in kind, raising the temperature of his own tongue slightly as he humped the older immortal.
“Can’t have you forgettin’ about us, can we?” Whiro’s deep growling voice made Yeosang’s ear flick backwards, though he found himself unable to break the kiss. Instead, he subtly spread his knees wider, lifting his hips and raising his tails to present himself to the fractored deity.
If the growl he was met with was anything to go by, his display was well appreciated.
‘I’m going to fucking ruin him’ The god growled, still taking care to make sure he was properly lubricated. Jongho watched the two kiss on top of him and guided his own cock to Seonghwa’s prepped entrance, meeting Whiro’s gaze over both of their shoulders.
There was a mutual understanding as they pushed into their respective princes at the same time.
Yeosang groaned, nearly breaking the kiss if Seonghwa didn’t cup his cheeks, kissing him with renewed fervor as he clenched around Jongho’s cock. His eyes fluttered as each piercing rubbed against his rim before massaging along his walls once the ex gunner was fully settled inside. The kitsune rutting against him was equally delighted by the additional pleasure the piercings caused as Whiro’s cock mirrored Jongho’s, throbbing inside of Yeosang as he bit down on his ear again.
“N-Ngh! S-Stop biting them, they’re sensitive-”
“That’s exactly why I’m gonna continue. Especially when you sound like that afterwards.” Whiro teased against the fur, grinding deep into him as he gripped the base of his tails.
Yeosang’s eyes widened and he bucked, his cock drooling messily against Seonghwa’s as he swore in a different tongue.
Jongho, on the other hand, reached around to hug Seonghwa’s midsection, keeping him from moving too much and possibly sliding his cock out.
“You’re clenching me s-so tight. Mmm…fuck, I’m not going anywhere, Seonghwa, don’t worry. I’m right here.” He coaxed the ex prince into relaxing with his honeyed words, his hands roaming, calloused fingers mapping out Seonghwa’s body like it was the first time.
Seonghwa finally broke the kiss, reaching behind Yeosang and fisting a handful of Whiro’s blonde locks, yanking him down roughly to kiss him as feverishly.
Yeosang squirmed, effectively pinned between the god and the First Mate. His ears flicked, hearing every growl and groan directly beside his head as Seonghwa and Whiro bit and kissed at each other.
“Y-Yeosangie~ Mmm-”
Jongho’s voice drew his attention and he looked down, finding the man had raised his chin, staring adoringly at him as he subtly puckered his lips.
Yeosang didn’t hesitate, maneuvering around and eventually settling for pushing Seonghwa’s thighs up and folding him with his weight as he sought out Jongho’s lips.
Seonghwa’s moans rose an octave at the stretch, though his body was flexible enough to accommodate the new position, his heart pounding and his cock throbbing as he broke the kiss for air.
Whiro growled, wrapping shadows around Seonghwa and Yeosang’s cocks, keeping them trapped together as he stroked them in time with his thrusts that began to steadily increase in speed until he was pounding the kitsune into the First Mate.
“Yes! Yes yes please right there yES! ” Seonghwa had nearly began crying below them, his face screwed up in pleasure as different languages tumbled from his lips. Yeosang matched him, arching his back when he felt the shadows stroke them both faster.
“L-Look at you two,” Jongho grit out, his grip on Seonghwa locking the taller man in place as he thrusted deeper and harder into him, searching for that sweet spot inside of him.
“Pretty fuckin’ sight, yeah? Two pretty Princes moaning and makin’ a mess out of each other. And we get to see it from both sides~” Whiro’s voice was a deep, near feral purr as he tugged at the base of Yeosang’s tails, striking his prostate with one of his powerful thrusts.
In an instant, Yeosang felt his vision go nearly white, arching his back sharply as a LOUD cry spilled from his lips, followed by him cumming all over himself, Seonghwa, and the shadows that kept their cocks together.
Seonghwa’s eyes rolled, and he nearly arched and squirmed out of Jongho’s lap, had it not have been for the way the younger man tightened his grip, keeping him still as he rocked into him.
“Don’t go anywhere, nn..right there, stay right there please please-”It wasn’t nearly as loud as the two (even three, Whiro was rather vocal with his growled out groans), but Jongho’s heated begging had shined through. Seonghwa’s hips bucked, thrusting against Yeosang’s as he clamped down on Jongho.
“G-Give it to me, I’m here I won’t waste a drop c-cmon-” Seonghwa began babbling in his lust-drunk daze, grabbing Yeosang’s ass and keeping his cheeks spread for Whiro to see his own cock sliding in and out of the younger prince before he felt heat flood into him.
Jongho bit down on his shoulder, eyes rolling as he came, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he felt it wash over him.
Yeosang glanced down, watching the mess begin to coat Jongho’s cock. Whiro pressed against his back, the growl that left his lips vibrating through Yeosang’s very being as he chuckled.
“Don’t worry, Foxy. I got somethin’ for you, too.”
Yeosang made the mistake of nearly questioning the got before he felt his prostate getting struck full force. He choked on his own breath for a moment, arching his back and crying out as Whiro looped his arms through Yeosang’s pulling them behind his back so he was arched and on display for Seonghwa and Jongho to see.
Yeosang noticed this face and whimpered, his ass bouncing with every powerful thrust, unable to keep his eyes open as Whiro rocked up into him.
“That’s it~ Mmm, such a pretty little fox for us, look at them, they’re practically drooling over themselves for ya~”
Yeosang still couldn’t open his eyes, drowning in the pleasure of each calculated thrust before he felt heat flood into him. His tails tensed, and he nearly passed out from the second sudden orgasm that slammed into him.
It took a few moments…minutes…? For him to realize he had passed out momentarily from the pleasure. When he was able to focus again, he found Seonghwa was caressing his face lovingly, smiling at him. Yeosang stared up at him, panting as he cupped his hands over Seonghwa’s to keep him flush against him.
“I love you.”
Seonghwa’s gaze softened and he leaned down to kiss him softly.
“I love you too. Can you move or do you need a moment?”
Yeosang rose his head in confusion.
“A moment?”
A slow, seductive smile crossed his face.
“Darling, we’re not done.”
Downstairs, Yunho glanced up from his bowl, cheeks beet red.
“Should I bring them some water…?” He muttered. Geb rumbled inside of him, considering making them some cucumber water or-
“We should let them have this time to themselves,” San spoke, washing his dishes. Wooyoung stood beside him drying them while Mingi ate quietly at Yunho’s side, eyes fixed on his plate, pushing around a piece of food.
“You’re right.”/ ”We will need to see Seonghwa afterward, though. He may be convinced he will just power through, but I am concerned over the potency of the poison in his body.”
The other three men in the room froze, eyes widening.
“The what? ”
Upstairs, Seonghwa kissed the space between Yeosang’s shoulder blades as he held his hips, grinding deep into him at a near methodically slow pace.
Jongho caressed the Kitsune’s face, his gaze soft and loving as he guided his head up and down his shaft, making sure he didn’t choke between his muffled moans.
Whiro wasn’t too far off, claiming Seonghwa’s lips in a demanding kiss that made him lose his tempo several times before he’d reaffirmed his grip and continued.
It had been…many moons since Seonghwa had been intimate with any of the loves of his life and Yeosang was quickly remembering that the taller prince was quite insatiable when he slipped into the waves of passion.
Every mood was calculated, and every motion Seonghwa made when he was like this felt like a master chess move.
He knew all of their limits and stamina, knew who could match his energy, who could surpass it, who may fall behind. Everything he did, it was to maximize their time together and leave them satisfied and honestly? Craving more.
“Where is your mind, my love?” the chill of his breath fanned over Yeosang’s ear and he bucked, swallowing around Jongho in surprise. When had he and Whiro stopped kissing?
Seonghwa chuckled, cold fingers roaming his body.
“I can feel you tightening up, why don’t you let go for me? For us? We got you.”
Yeosang had half a mind to remind the blonde that they were supposed to be doting on him , but all that came out was a pathetic whimper in need as he once again fell apart, sending a pleading look at Jongho that made him follow suit.
Yeosang would be flustered to admit later that he’d lost track of how many different positions they’d shifted in and moved to before all three (or, rather, four) of them were satiated enough to collapse in a pile in the center of the bed.
Yeosang panted, his hair unkempt, and bites covering his body. As he turned his ruby-eyed gaze to Seonghwa, he smiled, finding the man had actually been properly tired out and also was covered in the same bites (and scratches).
Jongho ran a hand through his hair, looking at the two ex princes with a gentle look. He didn’t verbalize what was on his mind but Yeosang noticed the serious settle in his features as he idly ran his hand through both of their hair.
Whiro returned to his skin, only after placing surprisingly tender kisses to each of them and holding a stare with them that was rife with words unsaid before he settled along their ex gunner’s skin.
I love you
They knew the words well, even if the god hadn’t uttered it. It was in his eyes, it was in Jongho’s eyes as he continued to stare at them before he rolled his neck.
“I should get Yunho and Geb in here. Have them get that poison out of your system.” He looked like he didn’t actually want to get up but he still did, stopping only when Seonghwa reached out to him.
“Please….have him leave the marks be.”
Jongho’s lips quirked for a moment.
“I wouldn’t dream of telling him to get rid of them. If they’re healed in the process, We’ll just have to give you some more of them.”
Seonghwa blushed before letting him go, closing his eyes and letting his eyes close.
“Very well. Thank you.”
He left the two prince’s in the room to fetch the doctor. Yeosang gently rolled over, running his hand through Seonghwa’s damp hair and watching as he took a moment to open his eyes again, exhaustion clear on his features now that he wasn’t putting on the front of ‘everything being fine.’
“...I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to…be helpful. To try and walk beside you instead of behind you.”
Seonghwa’s tired expression began to sharpen, and he lifted his head.
“Yeosang-”
“I won’t be walking behind any of you anymore. I swear.” Yeosang laced their fingers together and gave his hand a squeeze.
“Standing on the sidelines being passive is everything I hated one of my sisters for. I…have done no better than her in that right. I will work harder to never, ever be that man again. So…let me take some of the burden, okay?” He gently caressed his knuckles.
Seonghwa’s gaze softened, brows pulling up.
“That goes the same for us.”
Seonghwa turned his gaze to the doorway, finding Yunho walking in quickly with Jongho in tow. Seonghwa moved to push himself out of bed, but Yunho placed his hand on his chest and pushed him back down, shaking his head.
“Stay there. We’ll get the poison out of your system and heal the wounds your body has been trying to close.”
Seonghwa laid back down, watching as Yunho took a pair of bandage scissors to the wraps around his midsection, narrowing his gaze at the wounds.
There was an unfamiliar noise that left the man’s lips has he stared at the wounds. He summoned a gerbera daisy and let it over over the wounds, his eyes trained on each one as the magic coming from the flower drew the poison out of each gash.
They all watched as droplets of purple absorbed into the petals of the daisy.
“It’s a poison that continues attacking. It’s no wonder your healing is slowed. It’s trying to attack even us through the flower.” Geb rumbled, looking over a the wilting petals of the daisy with a narrowed gaze. Seonghwa’s brows rose in surprise before he looked away from him the moment both the earth god and Yunho fixed im with a stern gaze.
“When we find out who poisoned you-”
“That won’t be necessary, puppy. Truly.”
Yunho looked unsatisfied, lips pressed into a fine line as he stared at Seonghwa, drawing the last of the poison out and setting the daisy aside.
He cupped Seonghwa’s cheeks and sighed, pressing their foreheads together.
“You’re still doing things all on your own, you know.”
He lightly scolded him, though nothing but concern shone in his eyes for the blonde before him. Seonghwa stared back at him, his thumbs gently rubbing patterns in the blanket below him. He wouldn’t bother wasting his breath denying it, especially when they all knew it was true.
Yunho heard Geb rumble in concern inside of his head and he sighed softly, pulling away from the blonde.
“Seonghwa, I owe you an apology.”
Seonghwa’s brows furrowed.
“Seriously, you all do not need to keep apologizing-”
“I told you you weren’t working hard enough and suddenly you’re out here doing reckless things, getting hurt all alone , keeping yourself awake for ungodly hours of time, all in the sake of ‘trying harder’, aren’t you? Is that not a direct result of me unfairly forcing my own inadequacies on you instead of acknowledging we all failed and we all need to try harder? Be better? I fucked up, and I’m sorry.” he pressed a kiss to Seonghwa’s head before pulling away, rubbing his thumbs over the man’s cheeks.
“We can…sit down and hash it all out a bit later. For now, you need rest. Between the poison and….your activities this morning, I imagine you’re exhausted, right?”
Seonghwa flexed his fingers, looking at his compass mark for a moment before he nodded, laying down and pressing his cheek to the pillow.
“Then…if its all the same to you…I’ll rest a bit more. If you need me, please wake me.” He muttered, letting the threads of exhaustion and sleep finally lace into a net, pulling him into sleep not too longer after Yunho nodded at him with a tender smile.
Once he was sure Seonghwa was asleep, his smile fell and he turned to the others.
Yeosang looked equally exhausted, but he perked when he saw the frown cross his lover’s face. Jongho was alert and standing not too far off from the bed, a pair of sweatpants settled loose on his hips as he watched the three of them.
“You all can rest. I…I’ll work on a plan-”
“Nah. How about we wait until we’re all up and about and make a proper plan of action this time?” Jongho and Whiro cut him off bluntly, finger tapping against one of Jongho’s biceps after he crossed his arms.
Yunho paused for a moment before he looked down at the exhausted blonde sleeping soundly, his brow occasionally twitching every now and again.
“....Yeah. Actually, that sounds like a better plan. I’ll leave you two to rest, as well. Do either of you want any food?”
While the three of them chattered, San made his way down the hall in the opposite direction, slipping into Seonghwa’s room and glancing around.
He probably should wait until the blonde was up and about to do all of this, but San knew the ex prince well enough to know they would continue to dance around everything if he did so.
San tried not to make it a habit to revert back to his old behaviors from centuries ago when his street smarts and quick hands could get him into whatever locked box or door he needed them to.
Tried to , did not mean he was above doing so.
San scanned the room carefully before he found a box with a few papers sticking out from it. He made his way over to it, scanning the contents inside before humming and grabbing the papers, laying them out and reading through them.
His lips pressed into a fine line the more he read before his eyes widened.
He glanced behind him at the door as if he could peer through it before having a seat at Seonghwa’s desk, reading everything with increasing amounts of worry settling in his being.
Outside, Mingi passed by the First Mate’s door, casting a sidelong stare at it. Cheese perked, sniffing once, twice, before wagging his tail, seemingly unbothered.
Mingi, however, stared at the handle for a long time before he let out the smallest scoff and continued his way down the hall.
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2:30 pm
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“Can…I ask your advice on something?”
Miyavi looked up, stopping mid guitar pluck to look at Hongjoong as he stood in the doorway to his and his wife’s room.
He sat up in an instant, setting the guitar aside and nodding.
“Of course, little one. C’mere. What’s up?”
Hongjoong plopped down across the foot of the bed, his legs dangling over the edge as he stared at the ceiling. Miyavi looked at him curiously, waiting for his son to gather his thoughts.
“I…I’m confused.”
“Okay, about what?”
Hongjoong paused again, worrying his lip between his teeth. He wanted to blurt out to his father that he’d been having dreams that feel like memories, about the fact that he’d seen at least two men with some form of supernatural powers, gods are real and one of them is inside of his boyfriend and-
-instead, something else tumbled from his lips.
“I only just started dating Yunho but I also feel an attraction towards some of the others.”
Miyavi blinked. Hongjoong blinked.
It took everything in him not to facepalm.
“...It must be overwhelming, yeah? All of these new emotions so suddenly.”
Miyavi hummed quietly, reaching over to ruffle his son’s two toned hair. Hongjoong let him, nodding quietly.
“I…don’t know what to do…”
“What does your heart want?”
“Yunho’s the only boyfriend…the only partner I’ve ever had. I can’t just go ‘hey, we’ve been dating for about a week but your boyfriends look fine too’, y’know? That’s just…”
Miyavi laughed, smiling down at his son and tilting his head.
“So be honest with Yunho, but also take your time. You know where your heart is tugging you, but you’ve got a good enough head on your shoulders to know that Rome wasn’t built in a day. It takes time. But the first step is to make sure you’re clear and on equal footing and understanding. Misunderstandings and secrets are the downfall to any relationship.” He pressed his index finger lightly to Hongjoong’s forehead until the younger musician met his gaze, nodding with a small sigh.
“You’re right…”
“Yunho looks like an approachable man, just be honest with him and reassure him your gaze isn’t wandering…it’s simply…mm…expanding? Yes, that makes sense.” He chuckled having paused to find the words for his analogy.
Hongjoong laughed lightly before he looked at him.
“You….don’t think it’s weird?”
“Polyamory? Not at all. I just care first and foremost that you are safe and happy . You’re my son, I’d give my world to make sure you and your siblings are smiling and happy. I’ll be with you every step of the way to make sure that happens.” He smiled and watched as Hongjoong sat up, fixing his hair before a bit of the tension he was holding in his body was lessened.
“I….I have more I’d like to talk about but I….don’t know how to word it yet. It kind of makes my head hurt when I think about it.” Hongjoong rubbed his neck.
It wasn’t a complete lie, but still.
Miyavi watched him silently. He had a good hunch on what it was, but that would be a far more treacherous conversation to wade into than relationship advice on rekindled feelings.
“Whenever you’re ready, your mother and I are here to listen. Just let us know.” Miyavi stood and rolled his shoulder before setting his guitar back in its case.
“C’mon, let’s head out for a walk, it’s a beautiful day out.”
Hongjoong glanced outside, blinking in surprise at the sunshine that had begun to peek through the clouds. He could’ve sworn the forecast said it was supposed to be overcast all day. He stood and nodded, smiling at his father as they made their way to the door.
“Let me get my shoes, then!” Hongjoong darted out and Miyavi laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets.
“Slow down, we have time.”
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April 3rd
5:30am
-218 Days Remain-
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Seonghwa sat up, rubbing his neck and sighing. Today was the day. The scent of cinnamon off to his left nearly distracted him from his thoughts.
He had to go train with Jaemin and see if he could come up with a method to-
“Oh, good, you’re awake.”
Seonghwa’s eyes snapped to the corner of the room, landing on San as he smiled from ear to ear, his eyes crescents.
“San…?”
“Good morning, handsome. Slept well?”
Seonghwa’s brows furrowed as he looked to the man sitting at his desk, a bright smile on his face.
“What…?”
San held up the papers, head tilting.
“Planning to go train all on your lonesome today, hm? Do you even know what today is?” He inquired. Seonghwa’s lips pressed together, racking his brain.
It didn’t bother him that the younger man had gone through his papers nearly as much as it did that he had missed something important.
April, it was April, he’d been in his own head so much, had he missed someone’s anniversary or-
“CHEESE CANNOT WAIT ANY LONGER. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAPTIAN PRINCE SEONGHWA MASTER SIR!!!!! CHEESE HAS COME WITH GIFTS!”
Seonghwa had a sense of dejavu as Cheese threw himself onto his bed once more, landing on his chest. A muffled groan came from his left and Seonghwa finally clued in to the others in the room.
Yeosang was beside him, ears twitching as he rubbed his eye. The groan came from his left, as Yunho lifted his head, squinting into the room at the excited dog.
“Cheese, its so early….”
“Why is everyone in my room?” Seonghwa inquired, sitting up more and spotting Wooyoung curled up in Yeosang’s arms, still asleep.
“To make sure you don’t try and do something silly like go off fighting whoever it is you’re fighting on your birthday .” San set the papers down and sighed, leaning on the table.
“I’m sorry for snooping, but I don’t…like seeing you with these dark circles and slumping from exhaustion. You’re…working really hard, aren’t you? At least for a day, let’s all take some time and decompress. We can talk about your findings and train together, I’m still pissed I got my ass kicked so easily…but above all else, we need to do better to take care of each other.” He tapped his finger against the table and smiled at Seonghwa.
“So, will you join us for the totally not at all planned birthday celebration?”
Seonghwa laughed softly, petting Cheese and nodded.
“Where’s Jongho and…?”He trailed off, leaving the tail end of his inquiry open ended. San’s smile faltered slightly, brow ticking in subtle annoyance before the look cleared up.
Seonghwa caught it.
Ah, Mingi probably didn’t want to share a room with them, so Jongho stayed with him so he wouldn’t be alone.
He sighed, shoulders dropping before he was immediately distracted by Cheese thrusting his snout in his face.
“CHEESE HAS TRAVELED OVERNIGHT TO GET THIS.”
Seonghwa tilted his head and watched as Cheese nudged his palm open. Once Seonghwa obliged him, he dropped a spear-tip shaped piece of ice into it, tail wagging.
The ex prince cocked his head, looking at it in wonder.
“There’s some kind of…power surging through this. What is this, Cheese?”
“CHEESE TOOK A TRIP TO THE LAND OF FROST GIANTS AND ASKED LADY SKADI IF CHEESE MAY HAVE SOME ICE! Cheese is friends with Kaldr so she said yes. She is a very nice lady.”
“I’m sorry, did you say the land of the frost gi-”
“ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Seonghwa stared at the dog, aghast. He really needed to keep track of him when he went running off. In the meantime, he looked down at the shard, rolling it around in his palm.
“....thank you, Cheese. You’re a very good boy.”
Cheese’s tail stopped wagging in an instant and he stared at Seonghwa for a while before pressing his head to Seonghwa’s.
“Cheese…is not the smartest Cheese, but Cheese loves his masters very much and will do anything to make them happy. Happy birthday!”
Seonghwa laughed softly and made room for the dog to lie down on his chest.
“Fine…if you insist, I’ll take the day off. We should sleep in.” He nuzzled the canine and San smiled, moving to lie beside Yunho.
“That’s a lot more like it.”
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10:30am
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“You look handsome.”
Seonghwa smiled softly, looking at himself in the mirror. Yunho, San, and Wooyoung had bought him a new outfit.
Wooyoung adjusted the black turtleneck on the taller man, brushing his fingertips over Seonghwa’s jawline. There was a matching black thigh-length pea coat that was left open. His pants were form fitting-also black-, with shimmering chains dangling from his belt hoops and pockets.
“You look like a model.” San nodded in approval and Yunho held his hand out, creating an ice blue flower to tuck into his chest pocket.
Seonghwa smoothed his hands over the clothing, smiling. San had styled his hair, brushing his bangs out of his face before smiling and pointing to the seat.
“Yeosang said he’d do your makeup, then we can get going.”
The blonde would be lying if he said it didn’t feel good, to be doted on by everyone. It reminded him of when he was a prince, the days he’d spend seated on a cushion between his mother’s legs as she gently combed and brushed his hair.
“Mon bebe, such beautiful hair. Not a knot in sight. One day, you won’t need your mother to brush your hair.”
“No, Mother, I will always want you to…it feels nice and you always have this pretty smile when you do.”
Seonghwa felt himself tearing up, startled as Yeosang paused with a brush hovering over his cheek.
“S-Seonghwa…?” He frowned, leaning away from him. Seonghwa blinked before straightening up.
“Apologies. I was…thinking of my mother.” He smiled and sat down, pulling Yeosang into his lap.
“I will sit still, continue.”
Yeosang straddled him, wiping his tears and carefully doing his makeup. He’d learned a lot in the time they’d spent with Hongjoong and his friends.
Honestly, he was surprised Seonghwa agreed to let him do this for him. The older immortal held his hips and sat in silence, his eyes trained on Yeosang.
“It's truly amazing.”
Yeosang blinked down at him.
“What is?”
“It’s been centuries, and my heart still flutters when I’m this close to you all.” He reached up and caressed Yeosang’s cheek with the back of his knuckles.
“No matter how many moons have came and went, I still love the seven of you with my whole heart.”
Yeosang bit his lip, feeling his eyes get misty before he stole a kiss from Seonghwa.
“D-Don’t make me cry, dammit. I’m trying to dote on you.”
Seonghwa chuckled and nodded, not saying much else as he stared at the kitsune.
When they were finished, Seonghwa walked downstairs, looking around subconsciously, counting the heads.
He paused, eyes landing on Mingi, and he perked.
“Are you coming?”
Mingi cast a glance at San, arms crossed. San stared back, cocking a single brow at him.
‘Someone wouldn’t leave me alone until I did’./ “Yes. It is your birthday.” He answered, rubbing his ear and toying with the strap to his satchel.
Seonghwa fought back the way his smile nearly faltered from his face. Everything in his body language screamed that he didn’t really want to go out.
He took a breath and pushed down any of those emotions and walked up to Mingi.
“I appreciate you getting dressed. I…know you’re not very fond of me anymore, if you don’t want to come out, it’s alright. We can…reschedule? Or maybe I can break the day up so you’re not left alone?”
San bristled behind him and Jongho frowned, pushing himself off of the wall he’d been leaning against.
“Hold on-”
“I’m not going to force him to come. I know Mingi has been hurt the most by me in these years, he has every right to not come with me.” Seonghwa spoke firmly, glancing at the others one by one before looking back to Mingi.
Mingi held his gaze for a long while before sighing softly and rubbing his neck. He felt the gaze of everyone land on him and it immediately made him feel ill.
“I’m going. I…don’t have a gift for you, though. I’m sorry.”
Seonghwa’s smile softened.
“Are you sure? I will not take offense if you don’t want to?”
“Staying cooped up in the house isn’t going to help me get out of my own head, either.”
Seonghwa smiled wider, gently touching the back of Mingi’s hand for a brief moment. Mingi didn’t pull his hand away and Seonghwa took it as a small victory, turning to the others.
“Alright, gentlemen, where are we going?”
Yunho placed his hand at the small of Mingi’s back, making sure he was truly alright before smiling at Seonghwa.
“Let’s get in the car. We got an idea from Hongjoong and the others.”
One by one, the men walked out of the home with Cheese faithfully trotting beside them.
San followed Mingi with his eyes, pressing his lips together in a frown before taking his place at Wooyoung’s side as they piled into the car.
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“Woo~ Well hello handsome~” Yeonjun whistled, their hands on their hips as the group of immortals walked up to their human friends.
Seonghwa bowed in greeting, smiling at the others.
“Oh, are you all going to enjoy this day with me?”
“Of course, you’re our friend now!” Moa beamed, handing him a wrapped gift.
“What is this?” He inquired. She smiled and put her hands on her hips.
“It's a set of earrings! We all pooled together and had them made for you in a jiffy!”
He opened the box, surprised by the green stones. He took a close look at the pattern in the snowflake-shaped stones and blinked in surprise.
They looked like feathers.
“It's a seraphinite stone. They bring out the color in your eyes.” Chungha told him, rocking on the balls of her feet. Seonghwa’s eyes softened as he put the earrings in.
“Snowflakes, eh?” He smiled.
“I suggested it.”
Seonghwa turned his attention towards the back of the group, watching as Hongjoong came up to him. His heart squeezed and he looked down as Hongjoong stopped in front of him.
“Snowflakes. And why did you choose that shape?”
Hongjoong scratched his cheek, his free hand barely hiding a different bag from you.
“Something about you just…reminds me of the night of a fresh snow. It’s cold, and for some people, it appears to not be very welcoming but it's actually one of the most beautiful gifts nature gives us. Ah, sorry, that sounds really cheesy-” He went beet red and handed him the bag, his ears burning in embarrassment.
Seonghwa blushed, as well, looking down at the bag.
Inside, bold red letters stared at him.
“What is a…’Lego’?”
Chan looked at Hongjoong in confusion.
“You got him a Lego set?”
Hongjoong blushed as Seonghwa pulled out one of two boxes.
“I got him two, actually.”
Seonghwa stared at the first set. There were over 300 pieces to the set and a bunch of small little…animal mascots?? on it.
“This is…cute? I never expected something like this as a gift. Do I just assemble-”He choked on his own words as he looked at the second box.
Seonghwa’s hand shook subtly as he picked it up, staring at the second large Lego set.
It was a pirate ship.
“It…felt right. Sorry if its childish.” Hongjoong muttered. Seonghwa bit the inside of his cheek, his lips trembling as memories hit him like a brick.
-”This ship is my pride an’ joy, Hwa. Everyone aboard it is essential to her smooth sailin’. Tha’s why a good Captian needs to take care of his crew like he does his ship.”
Seonghwa rolled his eyes, listening to the short Captain once again boast about his ship to him.
Seonghwa’s kingdom had more impressive ships, that much was for sure. He also found it interesting, a ship being ran by women fleeing their lives in lieu of one on the great blue sea.
One misstep and they’d all be hunted down and destroyed, but oddly enough, Seonghwa had never seen a happier bunch.
“Putois, you don’t need to sell me on this ship. I’ve already agreed to sail with you on it. I wouldn’t still be on it if I thought it would fall apart.”
Hongjoong laughed and leaned over the rail, the wind blowing his bangs wildly.
“Maybe, but I’ll keep singin’ her praises until you love her, Seonghwa.”
The blonde stared at him for a long time before coming to his side, arms brushing as he leaned against the rail.
“....I suppose she is quite beautiful, Captain.”-
Hongjoong let out a noise of surprise as Seonghwa pulled him into a strong hug, tucking his face into the crook of his neck.
“It makes me very happy to know you got me gifts despite knowing me for such a short period of time. I will cherish them for the rest of my life.”
Yeonjun pouted from behind them and Changkyun cleared his throat.
“We should go inside. We have a lot to see.”
Seonghwa looked up at the art museum and smiled.
“Let’s go. Its been quite a while since I’ve been to a museum.”
“We found one that will allow Cheese, too. Are you excited, little dude?” Felix inquired, petting Cheese. Cheese wagged his tail, walking directly beside Seonghwa, ears perked and alert.
“THIS PLEASES CHEESE GREATLY, HUMAN.”
The boys bit back their laughs at the energetic hound and walked inside.
Seonghwa found himself enjoying the pieces between scanning the crowd, making sure he had laid eyes on all of his loves and their friends.
“You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself.” Wooyoung’s soft voice drew his attention as he stopped beside him, looking at a set of blown glass animals. Seonghwa looked down at it, humming.
“I can’t help it. No matter where I go, I find myself looking for the seven of you.” He answered honestly. Wooyoung glanced over at him, gently taking Seonghwa’s free hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.
“There’s always been something so…inspiring about the way you say things, Seonghwa.” He rocked on the balls of his feet, guiding Seonghwa and Cheese to the next painting. The three of them looked at the goofy art, with the card beside it explaining that it was made by the art director’s pet cat running across their paint and then the canvas.
“There have been plenty of times, especially as of late, where I find myself at a loss for words or lacking the proper ones to say.” Seonghwa spoke honestly but Wooyoung shook his head once.
“You still have this…unwavering determination I’m honestly jealous of. It takes me so long to get the words out for things I want to say and by time I’ve gathered the heart to do so, the words get caught in my throat.”
Seonghwa put his arm around Wooyoung’s shoulders, pulling him closer.
“If its about not speaking up when Mingi and I would argue, do know I do not hold it against you, or anyone. My behavior, the cause and effect they have created, are my own fault and its no one else’s fault but mine. If there’s anything our Captain has instilled in me, it’s an unwavering, bullheaded and sometimes idiotic determination to charge forward towards what you believe in.” Seonghwa ran his cool fingers over Wooyoung’s shoulder, putting his head above his.
“Even if it hurts, even if I get tired, I won’t ever give up. You all are worth fighting for, and come Hell or high water, I’ll repair what was lost.”
Wooyoung looked up at him, lips parted, before he closed his mouth, standing on his tip toes to press a small kiss to the corner of Seonghwa’s lips.
“I…have a lot to learn from you all. But I’ll get the courage and get on the same level as you one day.”
Seonghwa chuckled and guided him to the next one.
At some point, Hongjoong beckoned them over, pointing to a painting of a large wolf in a snow storm that was made entirely of different shades of blue.
Yeonjun stared at the painting in delight, chattering about different painting techniques to Chungha. Seonghwa stopped beside them, the art reminding him of the painting he had made for his beloved all those centuries ago.
“This one grabbed my interest,” Hongjoong explained, looking up at it with a gentle smile. Cheese carefully approached, nuzzling Hongjoong’s hand and wagging his tail when the pianist gently gave his head a pet.
Seonghwa took in the brush strokes, staring into the eyes of the wolf for a long time before he nodded.
“It is quite eye-catching, isn’t it? I wonder what kind of story it has to tell.”
“Cheese thinks Cheese is a more handsome doggo than the painting doggo. Though Cheese wonders if the blue doggo has blue toe beans.”
Seonghwa snorted quietly, looking down at the dog incredulously. Yeonjun perked, tilting their head.
“Your dog is very chatty today. Isn’t that right?” They grinned, bending to pet Cheese. To them, it simply appeared to be gruff dog babbel. Cheese’s tail wagged and he licked Yeonjun’s face.
“You have no idea! Cheese can talk faster than any doggo!”
Seonghwa smiled fondly at them before noticing Hongjoong’s hands, slightly wringing the bottom of his jacket as he stared at the painting.
“Hm…would you like to go on a walk with me, Hongjoong? I’m a bit famished.” Seonghwa offered.
Hongjoong perked and nodded, smiling.
“Have you not eaten yet? C’mon, there’s a food court around here somewhere.” He looked towards Wooyoung and Yeonjun, but the former waved a hand kindly.
“Go, go. I’ll bring Cheese over to the others so he can keep looking at exhibits.” He beamed. Yeonjun arched a brow at their friend, but Wooyoung hooked an arm under their arm, dragging them off before they could say a word.
Seonghwa watched the trio go before turning his attention back to Hongjoong.
“I’ll follow your lead.”
Hongjoong walked through the art exhibit, only a few paces in front of Seonghwa. He slowed after a minute or two, rubbing his neck.
“I…want to ask you something.”
“I figured you wanted to speak with me. What is it?”
Hongjoong stopped, reaching and touching Seonghwa’s wrist over the compass mark he knew was there.
“I…know you all, don’t I? Somehow…and you all know me.”
Seonghwa could see the frustration settle in his brow, and he knew the smaller man had probably been having the beginning pulses of a migraine. Seonghwa hummed, flipping his hand and taking Hongjoong’s.
“I am learning a lot about you, yes. It’s very pleasant.”
Hongjoong looked at him in confusion, staring at their hands.
“But…That’s not what I mean. Not ‘me’ but-”
“It doesn’t matter much to me if I knew you before or if I’ve just met you now. My feelings are the same.”
The two toned man’s eyes widened, staring at him in surprise as Seonghwa chuckled and brought his hand up to his cold cheek.
“It’s my birthday, yes? May I be selfish and ask to enjoy this time with you without stress and worry? Even if its only for the day, whatever hard conversations may come, they can come on another.”
Hongjoong cleared his throat, feeling flustered as he moved his hand.
“I’m going to get flustered if you talk like that.”
“Is it the worst thing if you do?” Seonghwa laughed gently and moved to the vendors selling food. Hongjoong watched him before he snapped back to reality and shuffled after him quickly.
The two sat together, quietly people-watching as they ate some rather generously sized crepes. Hongjoong’s eyes were fixed on Seonghwa’s side profile more than the people around him, though.
He really did look like a prince. His face was all sharp angles, yet they had a…soft quality to them that had the musician idly thinking he’d be a great idol.
“Did you do your makeup today?” He spoke without thinking and Seonghwa cut his steel gaze at him, humming as he licked creme from his lips.
Hongjoong would admit to no one that he followed the motion like a hawk before looking back into his eyes.
“Yeosang did. He’s learned a lot from Chungha, it seems. He was happy to try it on me so I let him. I’m not displeased.”
“You look… really good.”
Seonghwa chuckled and took another bite of his crepe, chewing thoughtfully. Hongjoong felt embarrassment creep into him once more. He’d asked Seonghwa to come with him, but now he was at a loss as to how to proceed now that Seonghwa had gently steered him away from prying on this whole…memory business.
Instead, he shoved a bite much too big to be considered polite into his mouth to keep himself from blurting out anything else in embarrassment.
Seonghwa stared at him before he covered his mouth to keep himself from possibly spitting out any food as he laughed.
“Dun lauf at meh!” Hongjoong struggled, cheeks round as his face went beet red. Seonghwa laughed harder still, joy shining in his eyes as he looked at the goofy two toned man in front of him.
“Ah, apologies apologies. You just…you look very cute.” He smiled, one that reached his eyes as he put his head in his palm, staring at Hongjoong in a way that certainly didn’t help his flustered demeanor. Seonghwa took in his appearance, cheeks rounded and his mismatched hair falling over his forehead as he tried to avoid his gaze.
"Küçük çizgili sincap~”
Hongjoong blinked in confusion, swallowing his food before he squinted. He had recognized when Seonghwa had called him a small ferret before, but whatever he had said a moment ago went right over his head.
“What did you say just now?”
“Oh, nothing.” Seonghwa stood, a triumphant smile on his face as he turned away from him.
“Shall we head back, küçük çizgili sincap ?”
“What are you calling me? Hey! Park Seonghwa-ya, wipe that smile off your face, what did you call me?!” Hongjoong complained, following close behind the blonde as he walked away. Seonghwa smiled, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.
“Oh, just something just for you.”
“What does that mean? Seonghwa? Hey, don’t speed up your paces! God, why are your legs so long- Seonghwa!!”
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“THAT ASSHOLE FORGOT ABOUT OUR ARRANGEMENT!”
Jeno watched as Jaemin cursed and swore up a storm, referring to the blonde ex prince. He glanced at Renjun and the man waved a hand, indicating he’d pay Jaemin’s ire no mind.
“I’m sure there’s a good reason. Take the time to prepare.”
“I’m gonna wring their damn necks, wasting my damn time!”
Against the Tide: Eighteenth Dal Segno (Ch.18 Pt. 1)
Pairing: Poly OT8
•❥ Rating: Explicit (18+)
•❥ Genres: Heavy Angst, Action, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Fantasy
•❥ Series AU Tags: Demon Pirates, Supernatural, Poly Relationship (mxm), Past and Modern Day AU, Mythology Au, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, College Au, Rock Band Au, Happy Ending Endgame
•❥ Chapter Sws: Foursome, Consentacle Tentacles (lets go Whiro!), Temperature Play, Comfort Sex, Finger Sucking, Jacob's Ladder Piercing, Hair Pulling, Blowjob, Frottage, Bareback, Auralism, Scent Kink, Cum Swallowing, Biting, Dacryphilia
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•❥ A/N: The blue hellsite's devs are full of shit and my chapter was too big to post all in one so now I have to break it up into two posts. It would be real lovely for my AtTiny enjoyers to make sure to reblog my work when they're finished :3 This was going to be the reveal chapter but it was already 25k so I decided to break it up. Which...was clearly the right option since tumblr's new posting limitations hates me and my big chapters lmao. Thank you for waiting and stay tuned :) Also, if you haven't yet, maybe check out my new universe Ataraxia while you wait for the next chapter?
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Friday, March 27th
-225 Days Remain-
-7:30am-
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Siyeon sat in the center of her room, eight flowers in front of her. She glanced from right to left, pursing her lips before she exhaled and shuffled her cards. Her deck had begun to call her, awakening her from a recurring dream she was in.
“I hear you, give me a moment.” She spoke to the cards as she shuffled them, placing a card before each flower. The ex-pirates had yet to come back to her to ask to do another Trial.
She did not press the issue, they had time before she would feel the need to pressure them to do so.
A stream of sunlight came in through her blinds, landing on her face and that was the moment she stopped shuffling. She smiled softly at the sunbeam, pulling eight cards and placing them before each flower.
“Yes, thank you, I’ll have a look.” She spoke directly to the ray of sun and then reached for the card she’d set in front of the gladiolus.
“Jongho and the Evil God, huh? I seem to remember those two being… strangely the second most in sync and harmonious of the bunch. What do we have?” She spoke to herself, looking down.
“Seven of pentacles…I see. For a god like Whiro…both of you are startingly consistent…and positive?” She placed the card aside and looked towards the next flower, Wooyoung’s purple hyacinth.
Siyeon stared at it for a long while before flipping the card.
“Reversed…five of wands.” She brought her knuckle to her lips, staring at the card. She grabbed her notebook, muttering something under her breath as she recorded her findings, tapping her pen against it. She glanced at the recent reading and the one she gave the men after their trial, pressing her lips together.
The sun witch set the card down without another word, sighing softly before her eyes landed on Mingi’s yellow carnation.
“Two of swords….You’ve had an especially hard time for all of these centuries, haven’t you?” She set the card down and adjusted herself on the cushion she’d put under her knees.
“I hope you can find your peace soon. I’d love to do a full pull for you but my cards are already painting a clear enough picture…” she glanced at San’s snapdragon and the card in front of it; a reversed five of swords.
“A clear enough picture for all of you.” she closed her eyes, feeling the next card pull towards her.
She set the reversed card down and looked towards Yeosang’s lavender. Her brows went up in surprise as she picked up the King of Wands.
“Oh? How…curious. Are you to experience a breakthrough soon? Will it be your time to show and prove?” She smiled softly and looked beside it to Yunho’s chamomile.
“Justice? Very fitting.” She hummed, curious it wasn’t tied to his recent romantic accomplishment, but given the theme of the cards, she figured the full picture would clear itself to her soon.
“Seonghwa…reveresed death?” She stopped short, brows pinched together.
That…wasn’t great.
Far from it, actually.
She looked to the final flower.
A lotus, for Hongjoong.
The card in front of his had an…oppresive amount of energy. She pursed her lips together, reaching towards it before startling as a knock came to her door.
“Unnie?”
Siyeon placed her hand over her chest and stood, heading over to the door. When she opened it, Chungha looked up at her, smiling softly.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” She inquired. Siyeon shook her head, relaxing her shoulders.
“Not at all. What is it?”
“Breakfast is done. I didn’t want yours to get cold.”
Siyeon looked at the spread she had and nodded, smiling softly.
She could finish her read later.
“I’m on my way, thank you for waking me, sweetheart.” She winked at Chungha, pretending cheekily that she didn’t notice the way the woman’s cheeks went bright red before the two walked down to the kitchen.
In her room, a strong gust blew in through the curtain, scattering the flowers and their cards, sending them and the rest of Siyeon’s deck scattering throughout her room before the curtain settled, obscuring the rays of sun from coming inside.
Downstairs, Hongjoong was lacing up his shoes, adjusting to make sure they were situated properly on his feet before glancing between his coat and the one Yunho had let him borrow.
Siyeon glanced at him, head tilted.
“Heading out?” She inquired, leaning on the railing at the foot of the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder at her and nodded.
“Yeah, I finished my breakfast already so I was going to go ahead and start placing our orders for everyone since Yeonjun had a slow start this morning and the others are still eating.” He sent her a sweet smile and turned to the door, holding Yunho’s jacket tight to himself as he moved to the handle.
“Hongjoong?”
He turned to look at his friend, tilting his head. Siyeon smiled gently at him and nodded once.
“Maybe we get you a belt for that coat, mm? We don’t want it dragging the ground, after all.”
Hongjoong blushed and nodded.
“Right. I’d feel horrible if I returned it to him all torn and damaged. Thanks. I’ll ask Chungha-noona to make me one soon.”
With that, he waved and left the home. Siyeon pushed herself off the railing and moved quietly to join the others.
Outside, Hongjoong shuddered as the cold air hit him. He tucked his face into the coat collar and headed down the sidewalk toward his favorite shop.
“I wonder how much longer it is until the seasons change…?” He mused to himself, smiling as the scent of flowers and dried tea leaves wafted gently up to his nose with every step.
Idly, Hongjoong wondered how Yunho was.
He hadn’t texted him yet this morning, too flustered from yet another dream he had about his encounters with both the doctor and the god inside of him.
Ah…right.
Hongjoong’s boots crunched in the snow that coated the sidewalk before he stopped, lips pursed.
He’d started out having…rather… avantgarde and very intimate dreams after meeting the men. But then he…remembered?? A man he was certain he had never seen before in his entire life and the whole ass god inside of him .
He remembered him, their intimate touches shared that were impossible for him.
Just…who was Yunho? How did Hongjoong know him? Who was Hongjoong if somehow the man in question (and Geb) remembered him both inside and out.
Hongjoong felt that sensation come back. The head splitting pain, the world spinning. It happened every time he tried to pry a bit too deep. Analyze the situation he was in.
Just a bit more, let him think a bit more.
Gods are real….obviously.
Even if they weren’t, magic or super powers…that was absolutely real, he’d seen and felt it himself.
If Yunho knew him, and Geb knew him, and he clearly held memories from somewhere , did that mean the others-
The head splitting feeling amped up and Hongjoong felt his throat begin to tighten. His body tensed and the telltale sensation of blood running down his nose startled him back into focusing and he coughed, stumbling slightly.
He’d gotten weird, concerned glances from others on the side walk but it was a warm hand on his shoulder that made him focus.
“Excuse me, do you need help? Huh-Hongjoong? Oh my goodness! Are you alright?!”
He looked up and locked eyes with Yeosang, blinking in surprise as the slightly taller man hurriedly put his sleeve to Hongjoong’s nose, holding his arm to steady him.
“Y-Yeosang-?”
“Hey, hold on, let’s get you seated somewhere-San, can you open the door?”
Hongjoong let Yeosang guide him into a nearby shop, cringing at the series of surprised gasps and chatter that erupted as the bloodied man and San came shuffling in.
“I’m sorry, my friend got a nose bleed and he’s a bit dizzy, can we please have some water?”
Hongjoong looked up at Yeosang, feeling nauseous as the world continued to spin.
‘I’ll stop for now, I’ll stop-’
He thought frantically, cringing as whatever it was that was bringing on the headsplitting migraine began to slowly ebb away, like a predator stalking their way back into the bushes. Never too far, simply waiting for the next time he had the audacity to try and figure out the chaos in his life.
“Hongjoong-hyung?”
His vision focused on Yeosang, staring into soft, concerned eyes.
“Can you hear me? What happened?”
San rushed over to where Yeosang had sat Hongjoong down, holding out a cup of water to him.
“I uh…I have these bad migraines sometimes. I think it may be from stress or something. Sorry if I startled you. Uh, good morning-shit, I ruined your sleeve-”
Yeosang looked at his bloodied sleeve and shook his head.
“Clothes can be changed. Here, drink this.” He moved so Hongjoong could drink the water, giving him a bit of space.
“Do they happen often?” San inquired, eyes scanning Hongjoong’s face for signs of injury. Hongjoong shook his head, taking some of the napkins the younger man had gotten together and dipping some in the water glass, he wiped his nose and sighed at the amount of crimson that he saw staining the white napkin.
“Uh, not…often.”
They weren’t happening at all until he met the group of seven.
“They are happening more frequently, though.”
Every time he flew a bit too close to the sun and tried to unravel whatever mystery had fallen into his lap.
San and Yeosang exchanged a look with one another that Hongjoong pretended he wasn’t privy of before Yeosang placed his hand near his on the table.
“Where are you headed? If you don’t mind, can we head out with you? Not that I don’t believe you but I don’t want to risk you having another bad nosebleed…” Yeosang trailed off and Hongjoong nodded without hesitation.
“No, I don’t take any offense to it. I was heading to the cafe to order some things for the others.” He sent them a tired smile. Yeosang nodded and stood, offering his clean hand to Hongjoong. The pianist took it and stood.
“I’ll wash my hands and be out in a moment, then we can head out if that’s alright with you?” Yeosang tilted his head and Hongjoong nodded, watching as Yeosang headed to the bathroom, bowing in thanks to the staff members of the small shop who helped them out.
Hongjoong glanced over at San, finding the man already staring at him, a stormy expression in his eyes.
“You look like I’ve died, San-ah. I’m alright.” Hongjoong tried to joke, but San’s brows pinched together in displeasure at the metaphor.
He glanced away before looking back to Hongjoong as he spoke.
“I…I'm not good at healing ailments and helping nurse others back to health like the others. I just kind of. Lock up and panic."
Hongjoong blinked at the honest way San spoke to him.
Something else is there, isn’t it?
Also, he didn’t mind that San felt that way, but were they close? Close enough that he’d be this torn up about him having a nose bleed and dizzy spell?
There was more. His head was pounding once again, so he knew he was on the right track. Whatever…that was supposed to be.
“San-”
“I’m back!”
Hongjoong looked up when Yeosang came back and decided he’d approach San another time with his inquiry. He waved and apologized to the staff and lead the way out of the store, the March chill once again blanketing over him.
The shock of the temperature change helped him focus a bit as he walked with the other two men.
“How is everyone at home? It’s not often I see you guys split up.” Hongjoong smiled and looked at both of them.
“I’m just checking out some grocery stores to see if they have the ingredients I need to make Seonghwa his birthday dinner.” Yeosang responded, sighing softly.
“He’s been…under the weather recently and I’m sure he has no excitement for his birthday. So I want to give him something hopefully he’s never had before…or maybe something that reminds him of home…Oh, or even-” Yeosang began speaking to himself, muttering the names of things Hongjoong had never heard before. He was unsure what was supposed to be an ingredient and what was supposed to be the dish itself.
“And you, San? Are you out here looking for a gift for Seonghwa?” Hongjoong turned his attention to the other man.
San's fingers tightened on the handle of the coffee shop door. He paused, eyes focused on the worn brass of the handle before he shook his head.
“No, I’m just helping out Yeosang. I’ll help him cook the meal. I’m not the best at giving gifts.” He rubbed his neck and pulled the door open, ushering the two men inside.
It wasn’t the first time he’d heard one of them say that. Last time, it was Wooyoung, but he figured it was a sore spot and opted to leave it be, looking towards the counter.
“Well, if I can help, please let me know. I can’t put on another big performance for a while since Yunho and Seonghwa’s birthdays are so close to each other….but if you need a singer or a keyboard player, I’m your man.” He sent them a big smile and both of them sent him a grateful one back.
“We’ll certainly keep that in mind, Hyung.” Yeosang laughed.
“Thank you very much.” Wooyoung nodded before looking to the menu.
“While we’re here, we might as well get the others coffee.” He mused.
The three fell into a comfortable lull, discussing different menu items as they ordered for their respective groups of loved ones.
Outside, a few flakes of crystalline snowflakes began to fall. Soon, others joined them, as the day’s gentle snow covered the city in a fresh blanket of white.
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“What do you mean e n d of the world?”
“If you don’t succeed…the world itself as you know it may fall to utter ruin. I don’t want to…pressure you, but if you don’t succeed this time, there’s a very real possibility you won’t get another chance.”
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“Aren’t you supposed to, like, be in some college classes or something, pretending you’re a normal boy or something?” Jaemin squinted, holding a cup of coffee as Seonghwa sat in his living room, books scattered all around him.
“I’m sorry, I just…I need to look into a few things.”
“I let him in, don’t worry. As long as someone is seriously pursuing knowledge, my home is open.” Renjun lightly scolded as he made a sweeping motion with his hand, plucking a book from the top shelf with his magic and bringing it down for the ice prince to have a look at.
“ Your house? I live here too, and it’s way too early for me to have someone rummaging around with books everywhere.”
“Jaemin, by the gods, you are a god of time , just rewind or some shit or put yourself in a chronic stasis so you can sleep for as long as you want, then.” The two began to bicker and Seonghwa perked.
“A god of time? Could you perhaps-”
“Absolutely the fuck not. No . I am not interfering with any curse brought onto you and your pirate boyfriends because you pissed off Poseidon’s daughters or whatever. Besides, it takes a LOT of energy for me to rewind time and it has been centuries since your little uh oh. To rewind so far back a alter so many lives for the sake of you eight would cause catastrophic levels of damage control. And think of the PARADOXES-”
“No, I’m not asking you to go back.”
Jaemin paused mid-rant and blinked at Seonghwa, squinting.
“I would like to ask if it is possible for you to…put me in a kind of…stasis, as Renjun put it, so that I may train? How do I describe it…”
Jaemin deadpanned and pinched his brow.
“Dude, it’s an anime concept you just hit me with.”
“...I do not know what you mean. Are you saying you cannot do it?”
Renjun snickered behind his hand while Jaemin twitched and crossed his arms, eyeing the prince.
“You all really like demanding things of us. What exactly is in it for me? Why on Earth would I exhaust so much magic so you can have some shonen anime montage?”
Seonghwa looked at him for a while before he plucked a few books from the floor, beginning to straighten up the mess he had made as he began researching.
“I know I’m asking for a lot with nothing good to offer in exchange.” he sighed and put the stack of books beside him, pressing his hands together to the floor and bowing, letting his forehead touch the floor.
Renjun and Jaemin looked at the ex prince in surprise as he stayed bowed.
“But I have a hunch on what we’re facing if we fail. I can’t do this alone. I love my boys, but I don’t think we can do it without any aid as we are now. Please help me. Help us . I will be forever indebted to you. I just…I’m so tired, Jaemin. I just want to protect them. I want to save them, myself…and apparently, the world.”
Renjun’s sympathetic expression shifted to one of confusion. Jaemin squinted and walked over to the bowing pirate, hands on his hips.
“What the hell does that mean?”
Seonghwa rose his head, grabbing the book he’d placed at the top of his pile, opening it to a page and turning it towards the time god.
His eyes drifted down, widening as he stared at the page.
“What…about it?”
“If I don’t get my Captian back and he doesn’t remember us, that thing’s getting loose. The God of the Sun didn’t tell me explicitly, but I have a strong hunch I’m right.”
Jaemin ran a hand through his hair, swearing.
“You got a week, pretty boy. I’ll prepare. Come back then. Bring your A game because I can’t do the stasis too many times without fucking over my powers and if I ever truly get exhausted, time itself is going to be all out of whack.” He warned. Seonghwa nodded and smiled, grabbing the books he’d be borrowing.
“Thank you, I will work hard. Thank you. I need to go before I’m late.”
Jaemin frowned, watching the taller man leave, shaking his head.
“Park Seonghwa.” Jaemin called to him, eyes hardened. Seongha glanced over his shoulder at him.
“You better not be late. I hate having to waste time.”
Seonghwa nodded and hurried out of view, the wind whipping his blonde locks over his forehead before the door closed behind him.
A beat of silence passed between Renjun and Jaemin before the latter sighed.
“Gods dammit, how did I get roped into this shit?”
Renjun pushed his glasses up and watched Seonghwa leave through the window.
“The sun witch girl did tell us things were bad, Chronos.”
Jaemin scowled, tapping his foot.
“I still don’t have to like it, Thoth. A simple curse should never have spiraled into whatever clusterfuck this is.” he hissed. Renjun hummed and nodded, moving to the kitchen.
“I can’t say I disagree.”
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“ Mon Dieu , what the hell happened to your arm?! Are you hurt?!” Seonghwa was startled when he finally rejoined with the others, eyes landing on the bright red of Yeosang’s sleeve.
The smaller of the two ex princes sent him a soft smile, shaking his head.
“No, our Captian had a nosebleed on the street and San and I helped out. I’ve long since fallen out of the habit of carrying handkerchiefs with me so I didn't have anything else to use at the time….” Yeosang trailed off, noticing the heavy-looking satchel settled against Seonghwa's hip.
“Is that why you were missing at breakfast and were late this morning to class?” He inquired softly, eyes locking with Seonghwa's.
The other ex prince glanced down before looking at him.
‘I'll know if you lie to me.’ Yeosang didn't break his gaze with Seonghwa.
“I stopped by Renjun, Jaemin, and Jenos's place. I wanted to look into a few things and see if I can come up with a plan of attack for breaking the curse as quickly as possible.”
Yeosang continued staring at him before his shoulders subtly relaxed and he cupped Seonghwa’s cheek.
“Can I help?”
Seonghwa pressed his face into Yeosang’s palm, the chill of his skin contrasting with the warmth of the kitsune's.
“Yes… I just haven't gotten to that part of my brainstorming. But… I will need everyone's help.” He closed his eyes, simply enjoying the intimacy.
Yeosang rubbed the curve of his cheek with his thumb before glancing behind him.
Yunho had met up with Hongjoong, smiling wide with his arm around his shoulder and Jongho and Moa trailing not too far behind them, the quartet engaged in light-hearted chatter.
Chan, and Felix had roped Mingi's introverted self into an animated conversation about something that seemed to have made him comfortable after the initial shock of the two singling him out to talk to.
Wooyoung and San were leaning against a wall a bit further off, sharing a pastry Wooyoung had gotten this morning and talking softly, not even Yeosang could hear them. He wondered for a moment if they were talking at all, or simply reading each other’s lips before he turned his attention back to Seonghwa.
“Just let us know what you'll need and I can assist. I've never been the greatest at organizing anything in combat, but food is always a good icebreaker for motivating troops.” He joked, pulling Seonghwa into a kiss.
Seonghwa let him, melting slightly into the hold before breaking it, pressing their heads together.
“I appreciate you.”
Yeosang smiled.
“And I appreciate you.”
Hongjoong glanced over his shoulder at the others before looking up to Yunho, nudging him lightly.
“Do you want to invite everyone over? Have a movie date or something at my place?” He inquired. Yunho smiled and nodded.
“I’ll ask the others. 8 sound good?”
Hongjoong smiled and nodded, a pep in his step afterward.
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“Wait, you’re not coming?”
San frowned, watching as Seonghwa placed books down on the dining room table, spreading them meticulously.
Wooyoung, Yeosang, Yunho, and Jongho all stood near the door, staring at the ice prince in shock.
“Non, I will pass this time. Please tell everyone I said hello and I hope you all have a good evening. I’ll be up when you get home.” He waved at them and an immediate curtain of confliction fell over the men.
Mingi decided he wouldn’t be joining either, telling the others he’d be familiarizing himself with the new culture they were surrounded with so he wouldn’t stand out so much when he spoke to the others surrounding their resurrected Captain.
No one believed him, but for the sake of avoiding an argument, no one pressed him.
“Maybe we should reschedule…” Wooyoung trailed off and Seonghwa waved a hand, cutting him off briskly.
“Nonsense. It’s been…centuries. Please, you all deserve to unwind we have enough looming over us. Go.” He spoke a bit more firmly, leaving less room for them to contest him.
“Next time,” Yeosang spoke up, his eyes landing on Seonghwa’s.
“-next time, you’re coming.” His voice matched Seonghwa’s authoritative one and the older immortal smiled softly.
“Deal.”
The remaining five ex-pirates filtered out into the cold night, leaving Seonghwa in the quiet home.
As soon as the door closed, his shoulders slumped, his eyes landing on the scattered papers before him.
Gods, he felt like he was going mad.
“A week. I have a week. Come up with a plan, Park Seonghwa.”
He spoke to himself, grabbing a pen and a notepad and beginning to scribble wildly, jotting down every single plan of action that came to him.
Devise a plan, find the flaws, throw it out, repeat.
Adjust the plan, weigh the variables, revise once more, repeat.
This won’t work.
That won't work, either.
It won’t work.
None of it.
Is this all a strategist like him has to offer?
Seonghwa grit his teeth and ran his hand through his hair.
“Come on, Seonghwa. It’s not that hard.” He scolded himself and looked back at the papers around him.
From the top of the staircase, Mingi glanced down, watching Seonghwa work almost manically, muttering to himself and making plan after plan, only to crumple them up and toss them away.
“....” The ex boatswain pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and turned to leave, disappearing back down the hall.
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“Oh…they stayed home?” Hongjoong frowned after San delivered the news. The “younger” man nodded, putting his hands in his pockets.
“Mingi wanted to study and Hyung is keeping him company.” He lied without missing a beat and Hongjoong glanced at the remaining men.
“Are you sure you don’t want to reschedule? We have these little family game nights like, multiple times a week-”
“We made them promise to come next time.” Yeosang piped up, sending him a reassuring smile as he held up a platter of snacks he made.
“I made these. Where would you like me to put them?”
Hongjoong glanced at the platter and smiled, reaching over and taking it from him. Their fingers brushed against one another lightly as he did, and Yeosang almost recoiled at the small static shock that ran through him the moment they did.
“Oh? Oh thank gods, they brought food, c’mon, get out of the doorway and get inside.” Yuta’s voice startled them all to attention as he leaned against the staircase.
Jongho noticed the subtle headcount Yuta did with his eyes before arching a single, sharp brow.
‘Keep an eye on that one, yeah?’ Whiro growled inside of him. He hummed in agreement before taking the first few steps into the home after toeing off his shoes at the door.
The others followed suit, following Hongjoong and Yuta deeper into the home.
“Oh! Just in time, I just counted and set up the controllers for smash bros, and Yeonjun-ah found the Uno deck for those who need to sit out between rounds.” Chan greeted them with a big smile while Suzuka pointed to the table at the corner of the room.
“You can set the food there. Moa and Yeonjun have the drinks set up.”
The boys dispersed into different groups, some curious to play smash brothers, some watching over as Chungha, Felix, and Yuta showed them how to play Uno.
Hongjoong relaxed into Yunho’s chest, sitting comfortably in his lap as he explained how to play smash brothers, occasionally stealing kisses from the man behind him between character selection screens.
It was a bummer that they weren’t all together, but he intended on making the next gathering even more eventful so Mingi and Seonghwa could enjoy it just as much.
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“Goodness, they might as well stay the night.” Siyeon exhaled softly, taking a blanket and pulling it over Hongjoong, Yunho, and Jongho. The trio lay in a heap on the floor, sprawled over each other after an exciting series of Uno matches.
The shadows shifted along Jongho’s skin for a moment. Small, subtle movements Siyeon caught from her closeness, pulling the blanket snugly against them before settling back onto him.
She smiled. So it was true. The God of Evil and darkness wasn't so bad after all now that he'd been stuck inside of the ex-gunner, hm?
Curiously, she moved her finger to poke Jongho’s arm, biting back the small laugh that nearly bubbled out as a shadow subtly pushed her finger back. The lines shifted before settling once more.
It was endearing.
“I’ll grab some pillows.” Chungha disappeared down the hall and Siyeon looked around, finding that San and Wooyoung had fallen asleep with their heads in Yeosang’s lap as he gently pet them, watching over them all with a quiet gaze.
“You are still awake? Aren’t you tired?” Siyeon approached him, cleaning up some of the refreshment platters that were on the coffee table.
“We all are. I’ll rest in a moment.” He spoke softly, gently scratching his nails along their scalps. Siyeon nodded and continued cleaning up. Chungha helped her put the pillows under Hongjoong, Jongho, and Yunho before passing Yeosang one of the others.
“You sure you want to rest there? You may have a sore neck if you stay like that.” Chungha warned him. Yeosang sent her a soft smile.
“I’ll be okay, Noona. Thank you.”
She nodded and turned to Siyeon.
“Unnie, I’ll be in the kitchen cleaning up. Are you heading to bed?”
“No, my sweet. I’ll be there in a moment to help out. You shouldn’t have to clean up after everyone.”
Chungha’s cheeks went bright pink and she quickly darted into the kitchen, leaving Siyeon alone with the slumbering boys and Yeosang.
“Siyeon, how long have you known Hongjoong?”
She smiled softly and put the Uno deck away on the shelf in the room.
“Mmm, in his last lifetime or this one?”
The kitsune perked and stared at her, following her movements before she knelt down in front of him.
“Tell you what. If you want to sit down with me and talk a bit, I am willing to do so.” She looked towards the men in his lap before meeting his eyes.
“I’d love to do a proper reading on you all one day. No charge, of course.”
As she turned to leave, Yeosang’s voice called out once more.
“What…what was the old Hongjoong like? The one from…your other life time?” He squinted and tilted his head. Siyeon laughed lightly and looked at him over her shoulder.
“Joong? He was a chaotic jackass but he was the bestest friend a girl could ever hope for. That’s why,” She looked to the pianist, his face tucked into Yunho’s clavicle.
“That’s why I’m honored to protect his reincarnation and help you all. I won’t ever get my Joong back, but I’ll give everything to help you all save our little artist and your Captian.” Siyeon walked away after quietly saying her peace.
If Yeosang noticed the quiver in her voice, he was polite enough not to mention it, settling into the couch, his hands going back to running through San and Wooyoung’s hair.
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Saturday, March 26th
-224 Days Remain-
-5:30am-
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Mingi heard the door to his room opened and was fully alert in an instant. The stress had made him a lighter sleeper than usual, and while he didn’t open his eyes immediately, he was tensed and on alert.
“Cheese, can you please stay here so the house isn’t empty when he wakes?”
Mingi’s brow twitched.
Seonghwa…?
“Cheese will remain by his side but….where are you going, Master Captian?”
“Seonghwa is fine, Cheese. You needn’t waste your time calling me things I have not earned.”
“Okay, Master Captian Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa paused staring at the dog. Cheese wagged his tale, tongue out and delightfully happy. Seonghwa let out an amused exhale before he scratched the Jindo behind the ears.
“Nevermind. I’m going out to train. If anyone needs me, please come get me, okay?” He lowered his hand, offering his scent to the Jindo out of a formality.
The spirit hunting dog had long since imprinted their scents into him once they got him.
Still, the canine sniffed at his chilled hand before letting out a single affirming gruffaw. Cheese licked his hand and climbed into bed with Mingi, curling up at his side and settling down as Seonghwa turned his back and headed towards the door.
He glanced over his shoulder at Mingi, his lips twitching up in a mournful smile.
He really wasn’t very good at playing dead, was he?
Seonghwa left without audibly saying he knew the other man was awake, heading down the stairs and out of the house.
As soon as the chilled air touched his face, his eyes sharpened.
He had a lot to do today.
Back in their home, Mingi counted the minutes in his head before he felt Cheese nudge his hand.
“Cheese smells the change in your scent. Cheese believes this is…’ apprehension’? Would you like to ‘vent’? Cheese may not be the smartest, but Cheese is a very good listener.”
Mingi opened his eyes and sighed.
“I don’t know what the hell I should do, Cheese.”
Cheese shuffled closer, resting his head on Mingi’s chest.
“Cheese believes what is often said is to ‘follow your heart’? Cheese has no idea what this means but Cheese is good at following. What does your heart say, Windy Master?”
Mingi worried his bottom lip between his teeth.
For obvious reasons, he was still…rather sore about some of his past lovers, and a huge part of him still wasn’t sure how he felt about this ‘new’ Hongjoong. He’d told him that he had no issues with him to quell some of the worry in the pianist, but was that really true?
No, of course not.
Absurd as it may be, wasn’t he betraying his Captian by falling for this…lookalike?
It seems Mingi didn’t adapt to change as easily as the others.
Part of Mingi felt horrible, harboring these feelings for someone who truly didn’t deserve it, but he still needed to sort through some of the shock before he could see himself…’letting it go’.
“Captian, what do I do….?” He muttered into the stillness of the room.
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Joong felt his body getting violently jostled as the dragon once more began to move, dragging his tail along the floor as he rolled to his feet.
He’d ducked back into the safety of the silken fur of his tail, but he couldn’t resist peeking out more often than he had been before, staring at the crystal whenever he had the chance.
The man inside of it. No doubt, was him.
Or…a version of him? He wasn’t sure what the fuck was going on at this point, if he were being honest.
He’d never been a religious or spiritual man-that was more Siyeon’s thing-but he did believe in things he could see.
Right now, there were ‘two hims’, a fucking dragon, and the monster the dragon had nearly killed once he found this crystal.
It’s times like this, the motorcyclist wished he did have the guidance of his best friend. Siyeon always seemed to have a calm head and a knack for explaining things that could not be explained.
Joong flinched as the dragon roared and slammed its head against the crack in the crystal, grunting and possibly swearing in a language he did not understand.
He peeked out between the dragon’s bouts of frenzy and saw the small crack grow just a bit larger. He couldn’t help the anxious clench in the pit of his stomach.
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The ground around him shook violently, and through those motions, Hongjoong startled awake, looking around.
He was…in a palace, as it was, though as he looked out from the carved jade columns, he saw ocean life. He looked below him, finding the familiar scene of his feet causing ripples with every step, though they illuminated the way as he walked down the corridor.
The shaking only grew more violent, and Hongjoong found himself stumbling.
“What is happening?!”
His body jerked left and right before he grit his teeth and took off running down the hall.
Where is he going? What is he doing?
These questions floating around his mind did not stop him as he threw open the doors before him, storming out.
“Go up to the surface and find out what is causing those awful tremors. I am the Lord of these waters.”
Hongjoong looked for the person speaking, but found that everyone in the room were staring at him, their heads knelt down.
A hulking beast stood to his full height.
“I will go, Milord. Please leave it to me.”
Hongjoong could not find his voice, watching as the man left. He glanced at the others in the room, pressing his lips together in a line before he turned around to leave.
He found that his head was raised higher than it was before, and he stood much taller now. The watery halls now had creatures bustling through them, all of whom scrambled to get out of his way when he walked by them.
They uttered terrified ‘good days’, and ‘hello Milords’ to him before scurrying out of his way. Others looked upon him as if he was some kind of magnificent being.
“You look radiant today, Milord.”
“Thank you for the rains you’ve blessed the lands with, My King.”
Hongjoong walked until he reached a room he believed to be his wash room.
It was…gaudy, certainly worth millions. He’d had plenty of dreams but this one had a bit more glitter and gold (or, rather, jade) than ever before.
He sighed and looked to the wash basin, finding it had no knobs or faucet. His brows furrowed, but he found water began to shift and swirl around the space above the jade basin. He reached out hesitantly, startling at the turquoise scales and claws he had been met with when he brought his hands up. His lips parted in surprise as the water danced between them.
‘This is weird.’
He looked up at the mirror, finding the image staring back at him was of his own. Two sided hair and all. He reached up to press his clawed hand to the glass and blinked.
In an instant, the image shifted.
Scales, the same familiar clawed hand, and piercing jade eyes.
One was a bit dimmer than the other.
Hongjoong startled. The man looked exactly like him, but there was a frightening anger in his gaze that made a chill run down his spine.
The pianist noticed his hand was back to normal and moved to pull it away from the mirror. As soon as he did, the clawed hand reached through, grabbing him sharply and yanking him through.
Head over heels, he stumbled through the mirror, falling. He couldn’t find his voice, however, simply staring into those piercing jade eyes, staring back as the two of them hurtled towards the ground.
“Well, well, well~”
Hongjoong opened his mouth to ask who this man was, but the moment he did, water flooded into his lungs.
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“Hgh?!” Hongjoong jolted up, knocking into Jongho and making the man jolt awake. Whiro twitched along his skin, watching Hongjoong from the dark lines. Yunho was a bit slower to rise, but he looked up at Hongjoong, rubbing his eye.
“Baby? Are you alright? ” Both he and Geb responded on instinct and Hongjoong coughed, touching his thoat in a panic as the last tendrils of the strange dream unraveled. He touched his face and looked around, unfocused.
As if on instinct, his eyes scanned the room, counting.
Yunho, Jongho, Yeosang, Wooyoung, San.
Mingi and Seonghwa, where are they? He needs them all together, something dangerous is approaching he needs to protect his cre-
“Hongjoong?”
His eyes focused in an instant to the sound of Jongho’s voice as he cupped his face abruptly, pressing his forehead to his and staring directly into his eyes.
“-H-ho..Jongh..ho…”
“Look at me, breathe, okay?”
Hongjoong stared, wringing his hands into the blanket Siyeon put over the three. From behind him, he could feel Yunho loop a hand around his waist, a sturdy support while he looked into Jongho’s eyes.
“Where are you right now, Hyung?” Jongho’s voice spoke strongly and Hongjoong’s eyes broke contact only to scan the room.
He’d woken the other three, and he felt his brows pull up, guilty as Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang scrambled over themselves to get closer, hurriedly also asking him if he was alright.
“Focus, Hyung. Where are you?”
“H..Home.”
“Yes, you’re home. Who am I?”
“Jongho…”
“Good. Can you breathe? Does your chest hurt?”
Hongjoong looked down, finding Jongho had placed a gentle palm over his ribs. He found himself slightly melting, putting his hand over Jongho’s, shaking his head.
“No…No. I’m..I’m alright. Just a bad dream. I’m sorry.” He finally let out a relaxing sigh and smiled at the men around him.
“Thank you. Sorry to worry you all.”
“We don’t mind.” San spoke, leaning out of his space once he was sure the man was doing okay.
“So uh…good morning?”
The six men startled, looking over and finding Felix and Changkyun staring at them curiously from the entrance of the kitchen.
“Everything alright? Hongjoong?” Changkyun spoke firmly, eyes landing on the hand Jongho still had on Hongjoong’s chest and the…compromising position it looked like he was in.
Hongjoong went beet red and cleared his throat.
“Yes, it’s not anything dirty, I swear.” He stammered. Changkyun’s eyes narrowed, unimpressed. A single, pierced eyebrow rose and Felix pursed his lips.
“I didn’t say it was, but since you so graciously brought it up-” Changkyun cut his gaze over to Jongho like a disapproving older brother.
“He had a nightmare. He was having a panic attack, it’s not anything inappropriate, Hyung.” Jongho spoke for himself without tripping over his words. Blunt, honest, and to the point.
A moment passed before the poet’s shoulders relaxed. Changkyun seemed to appreciate it and take it for truth, if the way his eyes softened were anything to go by.
“You’ve been having a lot of weird ones lately. C’mon, we’ll start some breakfast and get your mind off it. Let’s make today a lazy day.”
Hongjoong’s shoulders relaxed as Changkyun turned to go into the kitchen. Felix lingered for a moment longer before following his hyung into the next room.
“Weird ones? Have you been having nightmares a lot recently, Hyung?” Wooyoung inquired, a frown settled on his face.
Hongjoong looked around at them, rubbing his neck.
“I’ve always had vivid dreams, they’ve just been vamping up recently.” He explained.
Yeosang watched him, noticing the small change in his scent.
‘That’s not the full truth, is it? Is it us? Are we why you’re having the influx of dreams?’
“I’ll go help with breakfast.” Yeosang stood, dusting his clothes off. He wasn’t really…one to confront others, and he figured it would do more harm than good to pry into it a bit more.
Instead, he’d do what he was great at, healing through cooking.
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1:37pm
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“Ngh! Again! I can go again!”
“Forgive me if this sounds…mmm…rude, but if you intended on training, why are the others not also with you?”
Seonghwa wiped away the bead of sweat that had rolled down his brow and tightened his grip on his falcatas.
“They will be, I just-”
Across from him, Miyavi sighed, lowering the gleaming bow he had in his hands.
“Tearing yourself up for the past is not how you all are to overcome this. The trials, making my son remember, it its all a group effort. You called me out to train with you early in the morning and you’ve been holding your own well but-”
“ They will be involved .” Seonghwa shifted his posture, cutting the Sun God off.
“I just. How can I expect them to follow my lead if I’m weak? I had them jump into the Trial and all of them were worse off because of it. No one was ready, not even me, but if I can get better, become stronger, I can-”
“Seonghwa, who is this for?”
The ice prince paused, staring at the deity as he dispelled his bow.
“I don’t take pleasure in senseless violence. If you can answer for me, with full honesty, who is this for , I’ll happily train with you and give my all. I understand your urgency to have my so remember, but if your body and mind is torn up, will you truly be able to help yourself? Let alone the others.” he walked over to Seonghwa, staring down at the ex pirate.
“Have you even realized you’ve been healing slower with each of my bows that have pierced your skin? That’s enough for today.” he sent Seonghwa an understanding smile.
“Be kinder to yourself, Mr. Park Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa’s shoulders slumped as the god walked away from him, leaving him alone with his own racing thoughts in the abandoned warehouse they’d been training in.
His grip on his falcatas tightened, the ice one let out a cracking noise, but did not shatter and Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed.
He didn’t need soft words of encouragement. He didn’t need rest . He needed results .
Seonghwa let out a harsh breath, summoning a series of ice dummies, completely freezing the floor over in the warehouse.
Again, go again.
It’s the only way.
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10:25pm
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“I’ll be back. Cheese, c’mon.”
The group of ex pirates looked up as San stood, whistling for Cheese to follow him.
“ Cheese is right beside you, Blood Master!”
“San, it’s freezing outside, where are you going?” Yeosang inquired. San pressed his lips in a line and looked towards the stairs before looking back at the others.
“Seonghwa hasn’t come back, you know. We haven’t seen him all day.” He reminded them. Everyone tensed, and Mingi fidgeted. The others hadn’t gotten back in until late in the afternoon and he’d…neglected to tell any of them that Seonghwa had left so early all by his lonesome at that ungodly hour.
It really slipped his mind, he was just excited to have them return so he wasn’t alone (sans Cheese) with his own conflicted thoughts.
Yeosang looked at the time and startled, setting aside the food he was prepping.
“Gods above, I didn’t realize the hour. I’m coming with you.”
Wooyoung stood, followed by Jongho and Yunho, with all of them quickly trying to devise a plan to break up into pairs to go see if they could locate the prince-
“The Master Captian is here!”
All heads snapped towards the door as Seonghwa walked through, his face pale and his posture slouched. He looked up when he felt everyone’s eyes land on him.
“Oh, pardon. I didn’t mean to interrupt-”
“Where the HELL have you been?!”
“Are you okay?! Where were you?!”
Seonghwa rose his hands in surprise, startled by the burst of noise as the ex pirates rushed him, all chattering over top of one another.
“I’m alright-Goodness, I did not mean to worry anyone, I was merely out training.”
They all paused, staring at the tired man as he gave each of them a kiss, properly greeting them before he rose his head to look into Mingi’s direction, waving at him.
“...Good evening, Mingi.”
Mingi glanced away.
“Hey.”
Seonghwa took it for what it was, though he smiled at not being ignored.
“Pardon me, everyone. I’m very sore and I’ll be heading to bed after a shower. I’m sorry if I worried any of you with my absence.”
They watched him leave, glancing at one another. Cheese trotted after him, his tail curled and wagging as he occasionally nudged Seonghwa’s hand with his head.
“Cheese has made sure the Masters are safe in your absence. cHEESE DEMANDS PRAISE FOR HIS WORK!”
Seonghwa laughed gently and summoned a bone made of ice, handing it to the canine. Cheese took it, running back and forth through the hallways, playfully growling in excitement.
Tomorrow, he’d be up early again, he had an idea of who he could ask to help him train if the Sun God was unavailable.
“We should be doin’ more too, you know.” Whiro spoke once Seonghwa and Cheese relocated. Jongho nodded in agreement as the shadows rose from his skin.
Wooyoung and San exchanged a look, worry on the formers while an unreadable look was on the latter’s. Yeosang touched his neck gently, remembering the burning feeling of humiliation at being defeated so soundly by Yugyeom during their first fight.
The kitsune grit his teeth and frowned.
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Tuesday
March 31st
-221 Days Remaining-
“Is everything alright?” Hongjoong leaned over, running his hand through Yunho’s chocolate locks. Yunho put his head on Hongjoong’s shoulder, gently breathing in his scent.
“I feel…like I’ve made a mistake.”
Hongjoong felt a pit in his stomach, hand tensing. Was Yunho referring to him…? They did start this relationship abruptly…
Yunho, sensing this, looked up instantly.
“No, not you! Gods, no. I’m sorry my love.” He pressed a kiss to Hongjoong’s cheek and the musician relaxed for a moment before tilting his head.
“So then…what? If you don’t mind me asking?”
“I…said something before to Seonghwa and I think I….I’ve put a lot of pressure on him and that’s not..at all helpful. I don’t know what to do.” He sighed, closing his eyes. Hongjoong frowned and tilted his head.
“Pressure? Pressure in regards to what?”
Yunho kept his eyes closed, but sighed.
“I…I’m sorry. I don’t think I can say yet without hurting you.”
Hongjoong looked down, lips pursed.
So it was in regards to…whatver the hell this supernatural thing was that was going on. The memories, the migraines, the nosebleeds, the dreams.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” He inquired, pressing a soft kiss to Yunho’s head as he leaned on him. Yunho sighed again.
“We can’t always expect you to fix our messes. I think…our reliance on one person always fixing things and leading us is part of why we’re not seeing eye to eye.”
Hongjoong stared at him. There it was again. That phrasing. It implied he’d been in this position many times before. ‘Fixing their messes’, as Yunho put it. His temple began throbbing in subtle dull pulses, but he decided not to pry too much.
He could read between the lines, though.
“So…have you all came together to do something for him since he seems to be stressed? I haven’t seen him in days, are you all sending him out of the house for birthday preparations? I haven’t seen Mingi, either.”
Yunho sighed.
“Mingi has been keeping to himself, he takes a bit longer to warm up to new people so he’s been declining coming out.
Hongjoong was about to nod in understanding when he felt his vision distort slightly. He squinted, rubbing his head before hearing distant voices rattling around in his head.
“_____, I made friends with a shopkeep in town and she gave me a new book! Do you mind reading it with me?”
“Of course I don’t mind, baby. Let’s go get Seonghwa and we can read it together. Who knows, there may be a poem in there for you?”
“Hey, ____…?”
“Yes, Mingi?”
“Thank you…so much, for giving me the opportunity to meet so many new people and see so many new things. I can’t thank you enough”
“...Heh, of course, baby. I’d do anything for you, y’know?”
Hongjoong tensed.
Yunho noticed and turned to him, tilting his head.
“Hongjoong?”
He blinked, focusing back.
“Sorry, I spaced out. Do you think I can help with anything?”
Yunho smiled and nodded.
“I think I focus better when I hold you close. Mind if I test that out?” He smiled boyishly and Hongjoong shoved his chest lightly, muttering something about him being cheesy, all whilst leaning into his arms for more cuddles.
He couldn’t help the small downward tug to his lips, his mind wandering in concern for a different tall man.
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“You’re holding back. I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Prince .”
Seonghwa scowled and threw up a shield of ice, blocking a glowing blade. It’s owner bounced off of the shield and spun on their heel, rolling their neck and adjusting the large bladed tonfas in their hands.
“We’ve been fighting for hours and you’ve only cut me once. You are taking this seriously, right? Don’t waste time I could be spending training on my own if you’re going to bullshit me.”
“I would hate to have to explain to my beloved why his brother is dead otherwise.” Seonghwa growled.
Across from him, Yuta tilted his head, a bewildered look on his face before he threw his head back, peals of laughter rumbling from his chest.
“ You ? Kill me? With that stuffy, old ass way of fighting? You wish .” He taunted, standing straighter and circling Seonghwa. The blonde mirrored him, carefully matching his steps, eyes narrowed.
Gods above, if he knew how snarky this one would be, he would’ve asked Moa or Suzuka to help him, or even Whiro and Jongho.
Yuta’s foot shifted, and Seonghwa had a fraction of a moment to brace himself as the man lunged towards him.
“The cut you hit me with has already healed. Won’t even bruise in the morning. Can’t say the same for your wounds.” He teased, slashing downwards and tearing through Seonghwa’s sleeve, gashing his arm.
He swore in one of his many learned languages and moved to parry the second blow Yuta threw his way, knocking the blade back and catching him in the side.
The guitarist retreated, smiling like mad as the red creeped into his clothes, staining them.
“There we go. Get angry, Blondie. Get your shit together.” He dug his heels into the dirt, the blades of his tonfas beginning to glow as he laughed.
“I wanna see the man who’s going to save my brother go all out. If you give me anything less, I’ll cleave your damn head right from your fucking body, throw the shit back on till it reattatches, and fucking hack it right off again.”
Seonghwa’s jaw set as he exhaled, a chilly vapor escaping as he froze over his still bleeding wound. He missed the way the edges had been tinted purple before the ice obscured it.
“Fine, as you wish.”
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Hongjoong looked up from his screen, startled at the 2:24am that glared back at him from the clock he kept above him in the studio.
"Shit-" He could feel both fatigue and hunger grip him at the same time and sighed, knowing he'd ended up skipping dinner as he was engrossed in his composing and planning for the group's next piece. He stood, cracking his back and neck after a good stretch and then moving to leave his studio.
His home was quiet and still, and the pianist felt a bit guilty as he glanced towards the kitchen.
If he went now, he'd wake everyone up.
Wait, there was a convenience store down the street, right?
A smile came onto Hongjoong's face as he headed to the door, sliding on Yunho's coat and heading out into the chill of the early morning April hours. As he walked, he felt the wind chill him down to his bones. His body was wracked with a shudder before he pulled the jacket taught against his body, thrusting his hands into the oversized pockets.
"It's already April..."He muttered quietly to no one in particular. In an instant, he remembered Yunho's voice from earlier in the day. Hopefully, they’d be able to come up with an idea of something that could help the man with his current stress.
"Seonghwa-ya's birthday..." Hongjoong ducked into the convenience store, bowing in greeting to the cashier before grabbing a hand basket.
He couldn't whip up another performance like he had for Yunho so close together. He wasn't even sure if Seonghwa would enjoy that as much as Yunho did.
What did he like again…?
Hongjoong stopped in the middle of the store, pursing his lips.
Maybe….if he tried a bit, really tried to wring his brain a bit, he could…remember?
He knew all of them, that much was obvious to an extent. But he had yet to have the same cosmic revelation on how he knew the others like he had with Yunho.
Yet.
He couldn’t deny he saw Seonghwa in a lot of them, though. Bits and pieces, but he knew those eyes staring out from the obscure figure. He’d heard his voice through those distorted dreams.
He just…didn’t know what the man would like.
Hongjoong sighed and grabbed some snacks, deciding he’d make ramen and an egg using the convenience store’s microwave and he’d just eat while he was out so he didn’t disturb anyone else.
Hongjoong sighed, swinging his foot as he ate, zoned out.
Outside, a figure watched him through the window, sneering.
‘Ah, there’s the brat. I’d hate to end my fun early, but if I kill him now, that shitty dragon will be out of my space.’ Pricilla watched Hongjoong before plucking a marble from her pocket. She tossed it to the ground, watching as it morphed and formed into the shape of a man.
‘When he’s out, get rid of him. It's no fun playing with my toy anymore if the dragon is going to get in the way.’ She waved a hand and turned her back to the entrance of the alleyway.
‘I’ve gotten sick of the pirate, anyway. He’s gotten stale and boring. I refuse to let his lizard-brained self run rampant in my space I created. He’ll regret the day he slinked out of the shadows and DARED to mess with Scylla.’ She disappeared into the night, leaving the minion she’d summoned to handle Hongjoong.
He stretched when he got outside, the bag high above his head before he rolled his neck and headed down the street.
Maybe he’d take the day off or something, he tried to not make it a habit of going to class exhausted and wiped out.
‘Crunch, crunch’
Maybe if he went out later today, after a nap, he’d be able to go to a department store and get Seonghwa a gift. Surely something there should catch his eye.
‘Crunch, crunch, crunch’
Was he a fashion type of man? Maybe if Hongjoong brought along Chungha and Yeonjun, they’d be able to advise him on what would look well and suit Seonghwa. Hongjoong wondered if the man was more conservative with his fashion or if he was more daring?
‘Crunchcrunchcrunch-’
Hongjoong spun on a dime, dodging a strike from the person who had been following him, grabbing their arm and twisting roughly.
“Who are you?” He growled. The man opened his mouth, letting out a bark like a wild dog.
Hongjoong’s eyes grew, he’d heard that bark before.
Fangs sinking into his body, tearing into him violently.
Serpentine tendrils tightening around his form, yanking him back.
Yunho has his hand in a tight grip, horror in his face as he tries to fight against the jaws yanking him towards the ocean.
The man turned and lunged at Hongjoong, and the pianist looked up, lip curled up as a burning, unspeakable a n g e r pumped into his veins.
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White ears perked, followed by insistent sniffing.
Cheese rolled onto his stomach, ears standing alert atop his head as he sniffed around the home for the scent. He guffawed and looked towards the front door.
“Cheese smells….something is off.”
“Cheese? What are you doing up so late?” Mingi inquired, watching as the dog beelined towards the door.
Cheese did not respond, fur ruffled and eyes glowing as he phased through the door. His lip curled up, fangs elongating as he snarled. Mingi rushed to the door, opening it and watching the dog take off down the hall before vaulting the stairs.
“Mingi…?” Yeosang came downstairs, eyes squinted as he tried to wake up fully.
“What are you doing?”
“Cheese ran out?? I don’t know why?”
Yeosang’s eyes widened and he rushed over.
“I’m following him.”
“You’re what? ” Mingi startled as Yeosang’s tails unfurled, deep red streaks appearing along his cheeks as he looked at Mingi.
“Are you coming with me or not?”
Mingi hesitated before sighing and grabbing a jacket.
“Let’s go find our dog.”
Cheese was already several blocks ahead, running along the sky and chasing the bold flurry of scents that caught his attention and triggered his instincts.
Amber, bloody lotus, ocean.
He smelled all of it.
Amber, bloody lotus, ocean.
Amber, bloody lotus, ocean.
Amber, amber amber, blood, blood-
Cheese looked down from the platform he’d created, finding the one he was looking for and diving down, landing in the snow at the end of the alleyway. He let out a howl only a certain few could hear and rushed over, standing before the familiar oreo-haired man.
Hongjoong stared down at the fallen man that had attacked him, eyes narrowed, but still their natural brown color.
Cheese could see the scales that had crept up to his neck and jaw as he backed away from the man, seemingly shaking off his daze.
“W..what…? Where-” He shook his head, holding his head. Cheese sniffed, the scent of blood, lotus, and ocean water dissipating, leaving an overpowering amber. Cheese stepped forward, headbutting his hand.
“Woof!”
Hongjoong startled and looked down, finding Cheese looking at him, his fur back to normal and his eyes normal once more.
Just a normal dog.
“C..Cheese? What are you doing so far from home off leash…?”
Cheese glanced behind him before barking once more, spinning in a circle, and heading out of the alleyway.
Hongjoong startled and rushed to catch up with him despite his lingering wariness around canines. He didn’t glance behind him, not remembering anything from the past few minutes in the alley as worry flooded him.
How the hell did his boyfriend’s dog get all the way out here this early in the morning all by himself? Would the dog listen to him if he tried to wrangle him back to his home until he could call Yunho?
Gods above and below he hoped the dog didn’t bite him if he tried-
“Hold on, I should call one of your dads so you can get taken home-oof-” Hongjoong ran right out of the alley and into Mingi’s chest, stumbling back for a moment before looking up.
“Oh!”
The two stared at one another in surprise before Hongjoong looked to his side, watching as Yeosang quickly dispelled his tails and ears, looking at him in confusion.
“Ca-Uh, Hyung? What are you doing out so late at night?” He inquired, checking him for signs of injury. Hongjoong rubbed his neck, explaining to them that he’d come out for food after staying up late producing.
As they talked, Cheese slinked back into the alleyway, finding the ‘man’ had transformed back into a marble, a remnant of one of Scylla’s dogs. The Jindo bent down, taking the marble between his canines and swallowing it whole.
“No one will be threatening Cheese’s Masters.”
“Cheese? Where’d he go again-” Mingi called for him and Cheese spun on his paws, bounding out of the alleyway once more, happily bouncing and nuzzling up to the three men’s side, tail wagging energetically.
“Cheese is here! Let us go home! Cheese will blend into the snow if he stays out like this! Now you see Cheese, now you don’t!” Cheese happily trotted forward again, jumping into a pile of snow before jumping back out of it eagerly, shaking his fur off, and rushing down the block.
“Wh- Cheese!” Yeosang took off after him in worry. Mingi glanced down at Hongjoong, watching as the smaller man scratched his cheek in confusion.
His knuckles were bruised.
He glanced at Mingi and smiled softly.
“Does this happen often?” He inquired, trying to make light conversation, seemingly not feeling the pain. Mingi stuck his hands in his pockets.
“No, he’s normally a lot better behaved than that.” He mused before shrugging a shoulder, choosing not to address Hongjoong’s injury and beginning to walk.
If he had, perhaps, the two of them would have noticed the way the bruising began to heal quickly mere moments later as Hongjoong began to walk a few paces behind him.
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“Ugh, even in this life the shitty pirate gets on my nerves. I lost a dog, too. Ugh...Fine, I'll regroup.”
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“Can you help me with this box?”
Jisung poked his head out from the kitchen, quickly making his way over to you and smiling, bending to take the other end of the box in your hands. Slowly, you move to set it into your new bedroom, smiling from ear to ear as you put your hands on your hips.
It was a lot of work, but finally, you’d gotten to the end of bringing in all the boxes from the moving truck. After months of planning and over two years of dating, you and Jisung decided to move in together.
It certainly wasn’t easy, but you were ecstatic to be here, though you dodged under your partner’s arms when he tried to hug you, lips puckered for a kiss.
Jisung lets out a scandalized gasp and you send him a playful look, shaking your head.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m gross and sweaty, Ji. Wait until I shower and I promise we can kiss and cuddle as much as your heart can take.” You move past him, shedding clothing along the way. There’s an unintelligible sound behind you, and you catch Jisung covering his eyes behind you.
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
“So? I’m still a gentleman.”
A laugh bubbled from your throat as you disappeared into the bathroom. Jisung always got shy when he saw you in states of undress. It was as cute as it was funny, even after all this time.
Idly, you consider inviting him into the shower just to watch his face go red, but you decide to leave him be for the time being.
“Is it really bad if I want you to see, though?” You muse as you pass, laughing at the keyboard smash that left his lips.
Outside, Jisung looked at the boxes and decided he couldn’t sit still, opening some of the ones closest to him. He noticed some of your summer clothes in the first one, moving to put them in the dresser. A smile came to his face as he took his time folding, the mere sight of some of them reminding him of previous dates the two of you had gone on.
When that was done, he moved on to the next box, setting various skin care products and perfume bottles on top of the dresser so you can put them away later however you see fit.
Jisung smiled, hearing you sing in the shower a room over. He found himself mouthing the words, singing under his breath in unison with you as he stopped at a hand-crafted medium-sized rounded chest. He blinked in surprise and began to lift it out of the box it had been situated in, cushioned with crumpled newspaper to keep it from getting jostled around in transport.
It was heavier than he expected, and it slipped out of his hands, tumbling back into the box after he flailed and screamed in a panic, not wanting to drop it to the floor and break it. The lid to it opened in the scramble, and the first thing Jisung noticed were teeth .
No, not literal ones. The inside of the chest had protrusions that resembled teeth and it took Jisung a few blinks of disbelief to realize the chest was supposed to be a mimic.
Of course, she keeps her things in a mimic chest. Nerd-
The humor in his mind immediately melted away into startled shock when he realized what had fallen out of the chest.
Scattered all over his feet were various sex toys and accessories that went alongside them.
Dildos of various sizes and colors, vibrators, a cock ring with a tag that read ‘puppy’ on it.
A harness for a strap-on, flavored lube, and throat relaxant spray.
Blindfold, a gag shaped like a bone, skin-safe candles, an anal plug.
Jisung stared, kneeling to pick up the fallen toys, his eyes the size of saucers as he looked at each one.
Some of them were, uh, quite intimidating, if he was being honest. Between the length of some and the girth of others, Jisung couldn’t help but to have his mind wander, thinking about you using the very toys in his hands on yourself.
“Ji, if you want to take a shower I put your things-”
You stop short in the doorway, holding the towel around yourself as Jisung stared at you like a deer in headlights, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a thrusting vibrator in the other.
A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you burst into laughter, nearly dropping the towel as Jisung apologized to you in a rushed panic.
“ImSOsorry,Ididn’tmeanto-”
“You’re good! It's alright. I just gotta wash them again.” You have a noticeable blush on your face as well, but you take the moment in stride, gathering your things and putting them back in the chest one by one, your hands brushing against Jisung’s every now and again as he tried to help.
When you’re finished, you give him a kiss, pressing your lips to his cheek and standing back up after closing the lid to your toy chest.
You can feel his eyes on you as you walk out of the room, humming a tune to a pop song as you take the time to meticulously clean the toys one by one.
Jisung joined you part of the way, peeking very clearly as he got into the shower himself. You can tell he wants to ask you more, but the noticeable way he adverted his gaze when you looked up and locked eyes with him made you snort ever so slightly.
You let a few minutes go by before you tilt your head toward the shower to ask;
“Do you want to use them with me?”
There’s a bump somewhere in the shower, and a collection of fumbled noises falling from Jisung’s mouth follow suit before his head comes flying out of the curtain, eyes wide.
“ What?”
You smile at him, making a point to comb your gaze up and down his face, shoulders, and chest before biting your thumbnail lightly.
“I said,” You sit up straighter;
“Do you want to use the sex toys together with me?”
Jisung stared at you, jaw slack. You can tell the cogs are turning rapidly in his head as you watch even the tip of his ears tinge pink. He cleared his throat, nodding once.
“Yeah, I mean…Yeah, if you want.”
You smile and stand up, making your way over to the curtain, cupping his cheek, and stealing a kiss.
“Enjoy your shower~ I’ll be waiting for you.” You send him a wink and run your eyes down the expanse of his body before walking away. It took everything in you not to break face or laugh as a series of jumbled (and panicked) sounds leave his lips as the door closes behind you.
By the time Jisung is peeking into the room, you have the lights dimmed and you’re adjusting the strap to one of your favorite lingeries, the deep red contrasting against your skin. Jisung stood in the doorframe, staring, eyes combing up and down your body before you see him visibly bite his lip.
Want, need, excitement.
You smile and turn to face him, walking over to him in a few strides. Jisung noticed you’re taller than you usually are, and you’re eye level with him this time. His eyes shoot down, landing on the pretty heels you’d put on.
“Fuck,” He breathed out, inhaling sharply when you reach and place your hand on his chest. His skin was dry, but still soft and heated from the shower. Jisung looked at you with doe-like excited eyes, biting his lip as you pushed him gently, lightly pinning him against the door and pressing into him.
“Tonight, we’ll use some of them together, okay? Do you mind if I lead?” You give him the time to answer, idly raking your fingers down his chest. You can feel the thrum of his heartbeat through the pads of your fingers and he nods quickly.
“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry~” You faux pout, your fingers stopping at the towel tied around his hips. Jisung let out a shaky laugh, staring at your hand before he bit his lip.
“I don’t mind. Tell me how I can make you feel good with them.”
You smile and hook your finger into the towel, tugging once and holding his gaze as it falls to the floor, leaving him completely bare to you.
Jisung’s cheeks grow darker, but he doesn’t break your gaze, something that brings a smile to your face as you press your lips to his neck, kissing along his Adam’s apple while you slowly cup and palm his cock.
He exhales shakily, once again stuttering as he opened his mouth to speak;
“C-Can I touch you? Or do I like, need permission?” He’s red all the way to his ears and you laugh softly at his earnest questions.
“Of course you can touch me. We can save the more….’strict’ play for another day. I’m just going to…guide you? Yeah.” You nod, and both of you share a soft laugh before you lean in to kiss him.
His hands are on you in an instant, cupping and squeezing your ass while your fingers curl around his shaft, stroking at your own set pace as you deepen the kiss the moment he groaned for you.
“I didn’t expect you to get so excited just finding my toys.” You tease, giggling against his lips as he kneaded your cheeks. You can feel him throbbing in your hand and it nearly took him a full minute before he responded.
“Mm…of course I got excited. Thinking of all those late nights you must have been using them, making a mess, thinking of me. We live together now, Y/N. I get to be part of that.” He ducked his head down, kissing at your shoulder. You can feel him inhale softly, and you almost laugh again from the ticklish feeling before you perk at the audible growl that slips past his lips.
“ Fuck , and you wore the perfume I love. You’re trying to ruin me tonight, aren’t you?” He sighed, slowly rolling his hips and thrusting into your hand. You smile and close your fingers around him, stroking slowly as you tilt your head up to give him more space to explore and bite down.
Jisung’s lips are soft against your skin. You hear every groan and gasp resonate in your head before you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging just light enough for him to moan and pull off of you lightly. He glanced at you, eyes hooded as the two of you held each other’s gaze.
“We can spend all day kissing against the door or we can move on to the next part.”
Jisung visibly perked for you, smiling and letting you guide him back to the bed. You sit down at the edge, reaching behind you and handing him one of the oversized plushies you had collected over the years. He seemed amused, setting it on the floor and kneeling on it.
“I want you to eat me to start with, okay?” You pull the thin lace of your lingerie aside, revealing yourself to him. Your heart fluttered in excitement at the way his eyes locked on your pussy for a moment.
Jisung kissed your inner thigh in response and spread your folds with two fingers, holding your gaze as dragged his tongue between your folds, curling his tongue over your clit in a figure eight before delving in.
You keep your hand on his head, petting silken brunette strands gently as you keen and moan for him, subtly scooting closer to the edge of the bed.
You could give him instructions later, Jisung had spent plenty of time between your legs like this, and it still pleased you at just how excited he got when he got to eat you out.
He’d come untouched one time because of it, moaning your name and thrusting up into nothing as his face glistened from your release.
The visual from your memory made you clench ever so slightly and Jisung growled, hands landing on your thighs to gently push them apart, his tongue slowly curling up between your petals before kissing at your clit.
You share a deep, heated gaze with him, using your nails to scratch lightly at his scalp, humming softly as you roll your hips slightly.
“You always do so well for me, Jisung.” You lower your voice, smiling at the way his eyes focused sharply on you. He groaned against your core, pulling you closer by your ass with one of his hands.
You laugh softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and tilting your head to the side.
“How did I get so lucky, mm? You’re such a good boy for me.” You praise him softly, the glow from the candles dancing over your skin as the flames flickered now and again.
Jisung groaned, pressing closer to your cunt, his nose flush against your core, staring lovingly up at you. Your smile grows wider and you brush your fingers over his ears, reveling in the sensitive shudder that the move makes rock through his body.
“Ji, you have to come up for air, my love. Mm, we can’t have me getting too stimulated before the real fun starts.” You try to warn him, though your body betrays you, if the way you roll your hips down for more was anything to go by.
Jisung considered persisting, you can see it in the way his eyes narrowed in challenge before he eventually let up, licking his lips slowly and leaning in as you reach down to pet and caress his rounded cheeks.
“You’re trembling.” He muttered, blowing lightly on your pussy and smiling as you jolt in surprise. You shoot him a look before clearing your throat, beckoning for him to come up to your level.
Jisung took his time, making sure his blood began flowing well back into his legs before he let you pull him into a kiss, whimpering softly as you reach between his legs to stroke and grope at his cock.
“All this for me?” You muse teasingly, laughing at the way he nipped your bottom lip.
“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna instruct me?” He huffed. You pull away slightly, an amused smile crossing your face as you lock eyes with him.
He’s pouting.
“Very well. Get the blindfold and those candles off of the nightstand.”
Jisung paused, brow furrowing as he glanced behind him. Sure enough, there was a silk blindfold sitting on the nightstand, and beside it were wax candle sticks that were a beautiful shade of red.
“Isn’t that going to hurt?”
“No, cutie. Those are meant for this type of play.”
Jisung blinked for a moment before he moved to collect the items, as well as the long lighter that was just off to the side of them.
“If its too much, I’ll use a safeword.”
“We don’t have one. We should probably have one. What’s a good one to have?”
You reach and stroke his arm, endeared by the way he began to fret about possibly harming you.
“How about…’chipmunk?’”
You both share a look before bursting out into laughter.
“It’s ridiculous, sounds like a plan.”
You raise up so Jisung can put the blindfold on you. His fingers were warm as they lightly brushed against your ears and you nearly laugh at the ticklish sensation before you feel those same fingers move down to your chin, tilting your head up.
“Anything off limits?”
“No hair, no holes.”
Another beat of silence passes between you before another small fit of laughter. Slowly, you lie back on the pillow and bite your lip in anticipation as you hear the lighter.
“You look beautiful like this.” Jisung’s voice is soft and tender. You smile, your lip still trapped between your teeth before a gasp slipped past them as Jisung grabbed the lace bra portion of your lingerie, tugging down and exposing your chest to the night air.
Before any instruction left your lips, you let out a pleasured yelp as the first couple of drops of the candle’s wax landed on your breast.
“Oh! Oh-mm-” Once the shock settled, you reach above you, grabbing the bars of the headboard to keep your hands occupied as you wait in anticipation for the next set of warm drops along your skin.
“You can, mm…use the vibrator near the pillow on me if you feel like you can use both hands. It’s a- ah shit- a thruster.” You squirm and moan as warm drops roll down your chest, your shoulder, your thigh, and your stomach. Jisung doesn’t respond verbally, and for a moment you consider repeating yourself before his hand came around to pull your thigh further apart.
You oblige him, spreading them apart, trembling as you try to listen for him as he stands.
Drip, then drop.
Your stomach tightened as four drops land on them, racing down the center of your body for a few moments before cooling and stilling.
Drop~
Drip~
One landed between the valley of your breasts, another, on the inside of your thigh.
“We should do this more often. You’re dripping from how excited you are.” Jisung’s voice is coming from somewhere from your left, and you instinctively turn your head over in that direction. Fingers brush along your right cheek, but you turn in that direction soon after.
There’s a silence that stretches in the room before a small ‘pop’.
It’s the cap to a bottle of lube, and you give your body a small wiggle, getting settled as you try to strain your ears to hear Jisung well enough.
The springs in your bed creak as Jisung kneels onto it, leaning over your body and kissing the top of your head.
“Does it feel good?” He whispered into your ear. You clench on nothing, shaking in anticipation before nodding, nearly breathless from the intimacy.
“You’re supposed to be instructing me, aren’t you?” Jisung teased, rubbing the toy between your folds as he kissed down from your ear to your jaw and then back up to your lips.
You open your mouth to continue your instructions, but anything you were going to say goes out the window when you hear an audible click followed by buzzing.
Your back arched as the toy vibrated right against your clit.
“Oops.” Jisung chuckled against the skin of your collarbone, rubbing the toy up and down against you while your grip on the headboard tightened.
“F-Fuck, that’s not fair-”
“I just want to make you feel good, y’know.” Jisung hummed, reaching up and undoing the blindfold with his free hand. You meet his eyes, making sure he knew how good you were feeling by holding his gaze.
“S-slowly, you can put it in and raise it to the second mmm…the second level.”
Jisung looked down, pushing the vibrator into you and biting his lip at the sound that escaped you when part of the toy settled against your clit, buzzing at a stronger intensity as Jisung wasted no time in following your previous order and pressing the button.
Jisung leaned into your space, nudging you until you raised your head to kiss him. He started slow, pumping the toy in and out of you at his own rhythm, all while taking his time to kiss you, mapping out every inch of your mouth and swallowing down every breathless moan and gasp you treated him to.
“L-Like that…mm, this…this one is my favorite, y’know. Its the one I use when you’re out town and I want to- shit, Jisung- nn…when I want to think about you the most.”
You fight the urge to arch, glancing down at your own body and clenching when you saw all the ribbons of dried wax adorning your skin. Jisung had done a good job of not getting it on the lingerie itself, too.
“Your favorite, hm?” Jisung kissed the top of your head, his own heart fluttering at the visual of you pleasuring yourself with the very same toy in his hand.
“Th-the second button. The one b-below the one by your thumb. P-press and hold it for a few- fuck!” You arch up against his chest, grabbing his shoulders as the thrusting part of the toy was turned on.
Jisung looped one of his arms around your waist, smiling with a glint in his eye as he drank in every expression on your face.
You would realize later that you’d lost part of the night’s play, since all forms of instruction went out of the window. Jisung licked his lips ever so slightly, nodding in approval as your voice raised an octave the closer you got to your release.
“Jisung!”
“I’m right here, baby. I got you, its okay.” He spoke softly, aching between his legs as he watched you squirm beneath him, clenching for dear life on the toy.
His grip on you tightened as you finally unravel in his arms, your nails digging bluntly into his arms as the toy continued to buzz and thrust inside of you.
Your mouth falls open. One, two, three seconds go by before a loud cry of pleasure fell from them. Jisung chuckled, noticing you’d clenched so tight that the thrusting of the poor toy came to a stop.
“God, Y/n, did it feel that good?” He teased you, at least being merciful enough to turn the toy off before he slowly pulled it out of you, setting it far enough out of the way so it wouldn’t get rolled over on by accident.
You pant, looking up at him in a blissed daze before cracking a smile and pulling him down into a kiss. Jisung went without resistance, groaning softly before a muffled noise left his lips as you threw your weight, rolling so he was under you.
He looked up at you, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips as you climbed on top of him, pressing your heads together.
“Did I do a good job?” Jisung inquired, his lips quirking as a light blush dusted over his cheeks. You smile and steal a kiss before trailing your hand down his chest.
“Of course you did. Give me a second to get my bearings back and I’ll use one on you while I ride you.” You promise, scooting down his body. Jisung perked in surprise, eyes widening.
“Wait, what?”
You look up at him after settling yourself between his legs, mirroring him from earlier. You take hold of his cock, stroking with slow, languid strokes as your lips curl up, already formulating a 3 step plan to make him come undone involving no less than two more vibrators and possibly bringing the blindfold back.
Instead of divulging in your plan, you simply lean over the bed and into the chest you’d left open on the nightstand, grabbing two bullet vibes and two silicone finger slips.
Jisung watched you curiously, tilting his head to the side as he watched you push the vibes into the ribbed silicone finger slips and coat them in a light layer of lube.
“What is that for?” He inquired, thighs flexing as you crawl back between them. You smile, grabbing his shaft and grinning as he jolted, feeling the vibrations right underneath the crown of his cock.
You take your time, stroking up an down a you hold his gaze. He quickly found out, jerking his hips and groaning at the foreign-but welcomed-sensation.
“Y-Y/n-”
You fondle his balls, spurrened on by both the whimpers and growls falling from Jisung’s lips.
“Does it feel good, Ji?” You inquire, smiling from ear to ear as his thighs shook. He opened his mouth to respond but it fell short when you place both of the fingers with the vibrators right over his slit.
“FUCK!”
You stroke and caress him, watching his expression carefully with a twinkle in your eye as you tease him relentlessly with the pleasurable buzzing, tracing them all over his cock and balls.
Jisung’s fists curl into the sheets, his eyes closing as he groaned, creeping closer and closer to the edge.
“I-I’m gonna cum if you keep up.”
“Go ahead, we’re not done tonight.” You purr, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking quickly while you lower your mouth, kissing and licking the head while keeping your eyes on your boyfriend’s face.
Jisung had been patient all night, but the moment he forced his eyes open and looked down, his body locked up as his eyes landed on yours.
You hold still as he came into your mouth, a whimper and a groan falling from his lips. You keep still, making sure each wave rolled through him before you pull away, licking your lips and taking the finger vibes off.
Jisung ran a hand through his hair, dazed and disoriented while you laugh, straddling him.
“You okay?”
He rose a finger, still panting.
“Gimme a sec, you vixen. I can’t recover that damn fast. I’ve never used the cumminator 3000 and it's buddies on myself like you.”
You snort slightly, leaning down to lay on him, kissing at his face until he placed a weak and tired kiss to his lips. Maybe you would cut him a break and let him gather his bearings before lovingly bullying him by riding him.
You place a kiss to his adam’s apple.
“Fineee, I’ll get you some water in a sec. Next time, there will be more surprises in store.”
Jisung rose his head, looking at your back as you roll out of bed.
Summary: The Doctor needs an extra hand perfecting a new aphrodisiac.
...Well, you wont be using your hands, but that's besides the point
𓆩⟡𓆪 Pairing: Fem!Reader x Geb(Yunho)
𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Against the Tide Verse (its an Au in an AU-), Non Idolverse, Smut
𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing
𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: (Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual), Consentacle Tentacles (Vines), Bondage, Fingering, Consensual Sexual Experimentation, Aphrodisiac Use, Fingering, Objectification
𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)
𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 800+
𓆩⟡𓆪A/n: For any of my non AtTiny who want to know who Geb is and how he’s tied to Yunho…idk maybe read a bombastic in progress work of art that explains it all cough cough.
This was a popcorn commission from the lovely @atiny-dazzlinglight that I finished a bit ago but life happened and I didn’t post it till now. Sorry for the hold up and I hope you and all my AtTiny can enjoy~
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Had it had been any other day, you might have been able to conjure up a bratty response. Instead, you look up through the tears blurring your vision, lips quivering as you angle your head up for a kiss.
“I see the purple one has a stronger effect on you than the red one from earlier did. Poor thing, you look like you’ll melt right out of my lap if I weren’t holding onto you.” Geb mused, his vines writhing along your skin, pulling and tugging you close to his chest as he angled his head down.
You whimper, a sliver of pink slipping past your parted lips as you lick at his own, successfully enticing him to kiss you.
“More.” You beg as large hands find their home on your waist, caressing and mapping out every curve, tracing every stretch mark, all while stunning ice-colored eyes remain fixed on your face.
“I wonder what would happen if we mixed them. The warmth of the Flame Lily mixing with the stimulant enhancement in the Clivia-”He went off mumbling under his breath, humming as he wrapped his arms around you, idly rubbing your clit in circles as he talked himself through formulas for more nectar combinations.
He was off in his own world, truly and completely, and it made goosebumps rise on your skin to both be doted on, and spoiled, but also to feel like you were just another object in the room as the good doctor‘s fingers pinched and rolled your clit idly.
“Please-”
“Mm, maybe if I increase the dose by a few grams, it’ll last a bit longer, I don’t like how easily the other dose wore off.” He mused, resting his chin on your shoulder. You squirm, clenching on nothing, legs twitching in his vines. He didn’t say a word to you, muttering in English and another language you didn’t understand, sorting through his thoughts.
You open your mouth to whine again, but a gasp of surprise tumbles through instead. His hand had worked its way lower as he distracted himself-and apparently you-with his mutters. Warm, slightly calloused fingers curl over your thigh, massaging for a moment, before working between your lower lips.
You jolt the moment he touches you. It seemed the purple concoction he’d given you minutes ago had left you much more sensitive than you’d expected.
The vines twitch and contrast around you, tightening and keeping your legs spread as those long fingers push into you, and you’re flustered by the way his attention snapped into focus at the whorish moan the action drew from your lips.
“O h~ It seems like I found the perfect mix, did I?” He purred, kissing up the base of your neck and smiling as he worked those fingers in and out of you, scissoring them apart as you arch your back.
You’re almost embarrassed at how wet you are, arching your back and gasping pathetically as he curled his fingers up.
“My, this is wonderful news. I believe I’ve found the perfect balance for this.” His voice rumbles through your head, and it's now that you realize his fingers were coated in the aphrodisiac he’d been muttering out. You shakily glance down, cheeks flushed as the pretty liquid falls to the floor at his feet as you remain held up by the vines, joining droplets of your essence onto the floor.
Your eyes flutter as you clench around his fingers. Goosebumps rise on your skin as he alternated between thrusting his fingers in with deep, near methodical motions, curling and searching for that delightful spot, and quick, off-beat thrusts.
“Geb~ G-geb fuck, yes yes yes nn-” its now you realize you’re drooling, your arms being pulled behind your back by his vines as a slow, deceptively calm smile stretched across his face.
“You can make a mess. We’re only just getting started.” He promised, kissing you and pushing more of the sweet-tasting nectar onto your tongue through it. You feel your body jerk and tighten, kissing him sloppily as you make a mess of his fingers, hand, and the floor.
His eyes slowly drift down to the puddle that’s left behind before he ran his hand over the top of your head, kissing the tears that had fallen from the corner of your eye away.
“Are you still alright, my love?” He rumbled, his gentle voice bouncing around in your head. You nod, body buzzing in delight as you look at him, whining in offense when he pulled those long fingers out of you.
“No-”
“-ah ah.” He quiets you, holding your gaze as he ran his tongue over the mixture of nectar and cum on his fingers.
“Like I said. We’re only j u s t getting started. Catch your breath. I still have many more to try with you.”
