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shadowynn · 2 years

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(preview of yandere!vampire!cult!poly!ateez au wip below the cut!)

merry christmas and happy holidays!! in honor of this festive time of the year, I was hoping to do a short christmasy drabble with in love and lore, but am sorry to announce my procrastination has gotten the better of me to the point it’s just not getting done, at least not in time for this christmas.

speaking of in love and lore, I have hit a rough bit of writer’s block, so I’ve taken a short break to just clear my mind and enjoy the season. the last thing I want is to force things and come to hate writing it. I’ll be visiting my family this week, but once I’m back home, I’ll be back to writing. I have a few ideas floating around in how I want the next chapter to go, and hoping for the next chapter to come out mid-January at the latest.

however, I would like to give you all something, so I have decided to give you all a short preview of a wip that hit me like a storm this past week. It’s based off the movie 1BR on Netflix, with the inclusion of vampires because I just couldn’t help myself. Keep in mind, that this is a very early wip and that it’s still in major development. with that also being said, I do not plan on making this work as big as a project as in love and lore. More as just a series of drabbles and scenarios. like there will still be a plot, but not the world building that my other work has. but who knows, maybe as it develops, it’ll get there.

so, without further ado, I present to you a preview of… The Paradigm Complex

“So, what do you think?”

You were startled from your thoughts at the voice that spoke up next to you. The seat beside you that had previously been empty now occupied by the sweet-talking man who had been your tour guide for the day - Yeosang if you were recalling it correctly. It had surprised you how young he was when you had signed in for the open house earlier that afternoon, and you were once again struck by that very same thought as he plopped down next to you, head propped up by the elbow that rested against the table.

“It’s very nice,” you replied, eyes once more taking in the scene around. After touring the available unit for the first half of the showing, you had been brought to the center of the complex that was used as a community center. The outside area was enclosed by the building around it and included everything from a garden and greenhouse to a swimming pool and grilling area. “And the community also seems very nice and safe.”

You referred to the young boy currently sitting in your lap, content with drawing on one of the backs of the application you had been given at the end of the tour to fill out. You didn’t know anything past his given name, Junseo, but he had become attached to you when you noticed him crying on the ground near the garden. While the others in your group had swept their eyes right by the sniffling child, you had approached him, rustling through your purse for the bandages you kept when you noticed the cut on his knee. His mother had thanked you profusely when he led you to her, too busy tending to another part of the garden to notice what had happened. And though you had left him with her, it didn’t take long for him to return to you, preferring your company over the other kids milling around while his mother worked.

You thought it strange, but the wave the mother sent you when she saw him with you told you she didn’t mind, making you wonder just what sort of community there was here for her and the others to be comfortable with letting their children run free.

It was just another factor that told how nice this place was. Everything about this place was nice. Nicer than any place you had ever lived in before. It was perfect, everything you could wish for, but-

“But…” As though he had read your mind, the man finished your train of thought, a hint of a smile tracing his lips as his eyes traveled to the papers you had left blank up to this point. The only markings on them from the scribbling Junseo had done along their backs.

“But it’s a bit out of my price range, I’m afraid.”

A bit was an understatement; the place was double what you could afford. You had known that going in though. The Paradigm housing complex had made a name for itself within the past few years as one of the most prestigious and highly exclusive apartment complexes in the city, and you had known the price for the available unit would be high above your budget. And yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from signing up for the open house the following weekend when you noticed a few spots were still available. It wasn’t often a unit became vacant, the last one had been nearly a year ago, and the timing had been impeccable.

You weren’t really looking for a new place to live. You had one in the south end of town with your boyfriend, and yet, that hadn’t stopped you from looking at available housing in the city on your laptop late at night when he was still at ‘work’. You wanted out. You had wanted out for months since you had first caught wind he was cheating, and still cheating, but it had always seemed so impossible. You were still finishing up your last year in school, and even with working enough hours to be considered full time at the bookstore, you could barely afford your half of the rent. A fact he readily reminded you of any time you wanted to leave him. As much as you hated every time he said it, he was right. You needed him. Unless you were willing to sacrifice your own safety and move into a shitty unit in a sketchy part of town, you were stuck where you were. You needed him and he knew it.

Perhaps it was because of this that you had come out today. He had been scheduled for a weekend shift at the hospital, leaving you free to come to the open house without him questioning you on your whereabouts as you left. The Paradigm was a life you could never afford, and yet, it was nice to escape reality for a few hours. To sit and imagine what your life would be like if you hadn’t landed yourself in such a sticky situation. And yet, you hadn’t expected the stab of melancholy that had hit you as you had roamed the studio apartment available for rent, nor as you sat here in the courtyard with the pleasant buzz of the complex’s current tenants as they roamed through the area.

“Does that mean you’re looking for a place on your own, then?” he asked, attempting to blow the piece of hair the wind had cast in front of his eye.

“Myself?” You asked, not quite fully understanding which way he meant his statement and feeling a tad panicked at the thought of leaving your boyfriend to start afresh on your own. Was that something you could really do? “Uh, yeah, it would just be me.”

“Well, if you ask me, it doesn’t hurt to still apply. We’re always more than willing to negotiate prices for the right person,” he hummed, fingers tapping against the table. “Though it would probably be best if I grabbed you a new copy. Junseo doesn’t seem too keen on letting yours go at the moment.” Junseo looked up at the mention of his name, and matched the goofy smile Yeosang sent his way.

“That’s very kind of you, but even then…” You turned your face away, fighting the blush the embarrassment your current situation brought. Despite attempting to dress up for the event, you still stuck out from the other people who had signed up. The designer clothes and handbags a stark contrast from your thrifted outfit. Hell, even Junseo had nicer clothes than you to run around the garden in. “To be completely honest, I just really wanted to get an inside peek of this place. I knew I can’t afford to live somewhere like this at the moment, but I thought it might be fun to just see what it would be like.”

You resituated Junseo’s position in your lap, taking in the people milling around the grounds. It was a beautiful day, bright and warm. The perfect day to spend some time outside and enjoy what remained of the summer. You could see yourself fitting in well here. Helping out in the garden in between playing with the few children roaming the grounds. Maybe even take a dip in the pool to cool off from a hard day’s work before lounging in a nearby lounge to soak up the last of the summer sun.

It was just too bad that was a lifestyle you couldn’t afford on your own. Not while you were still in school and struggling with bills and debt as it was.

“But you are currently looking for a new place to live, right?”

“It’s not an immediate necessity at the moment, but yes,” you nodded, “if given the opportunity, I would move in a heartbeat. Not just here, but anywhere. As long as it was safe and something I could call my own.”

“Then fill out an application.” He ruffled around in his bag, pulling out another application and pen and pushing it towards you. “I’m close with the owner and can put in a good word for you. Just fill it out, list the rent you can feasibly pay at the moment, and we might be able to work something out. After all, we’re much more concerned about quality than quantity here at Paradigm.”

“You would do that?” Your eyes widened, wondering why on earth this man would do that for you when the rest of your group would be willing to pay twice the starting rent just for the opportunity to say they lived in the most exclusive complex in the city. “Why?”

“I like to think I have a nose for good people,” he smiled, fingers tapping against the application, “and you’re a good person, y/n, I can smell it. So, come on, Junnie,” he reached for the boy on your lap, ignoring the pout that crossed his lips as he took him from your hold, “let’s get you back to your mother so the pretty lady can fill out her application.”

He left you at that, but only made it a few feet before he was stopped by a nearby couple that had been in your group. By the glance they sent your way, you could tell they had overheard Yeosang’s mention of putting in a good word for you and hoped to earn a similar feat for themselves. After all, it didn’t matter who the first person to apply for the unit was or who was the highest bidder when it came to the Paradigm. You didn’t get to choose whether or not you lived here. They chose you. And a good word from the tour guide was exactly what you needed to get in. Not wanting to stick around for the conversation, Junseo wriggled his way out of Yeosang’s grasp and made off in the direction of his mother with one last toothy grin in your direction.

You turned to the second application he had handed towards you, twirling the pen in your hand as you mulled the decision over. None of it made much sense in your mind. Why would they select your application when there was hundreds of others that would willingly pay triple what you could? But even if that was the case, what did you have to lose by following through with it? If it didn’t go through, and you weren’t selected, you’d still be exactly where you were now. In a shitty situation, but no shittier than it already was. And on the tiny chance it did go through, well, your entire life could change. You would have that fresh start you had been yearning for so long.

That and, well, there was something charming about Yeosang. It didn’t slip your notice that he had called you pretty in passing, and though you knew it was just the way his personality seemed to be, you still felt a pull towards him. He was someone you felt you could get along with. Someone you would enjoy getting to know and become friends with if you only had the chance to.

So, before you could give it too much thought and talk yourself out of it, you pulled the application closer towards you and began writing.

You weren’t the type of person to pick up unknown calls, but something about the number that flashed on your screen as you waited out your lunch break in your car seemed familiar. You didn’t want to talk to anyone right now, not after all the shit you had dealt with the first half of your shift, but your finger still hovered over the accept button as you quickly searched your brain for whose number it could have been. Thinking it might have been your doctor finally returning your call for a refill you had been waiting on or even possibly a call on one of the countless job applications you had been filling out the past few weeks, you grudgingly accepted. Figuring it was better to get it over with now instead of living with the stress of what it might be the rest of your shift.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this y/n l/n?”

“Um, yeah.” You shifted the phone in your hand, trying to place the familiarity of the voice on the other end. Was it finally a call back from one of the job applications you had put in? “This is y/n.”

“This is Kang Yeosang from Paradigm. I’m calling to let you know that your application for unit 617 has been accepted.”

“Wait, are you being serious?”

You couldn’t hold back the gasp his response elicited, sure this was some sort of joke being pulled. Despite Yeosang’s promise of putting in a good word for you, you had never expected anything to come of it. Not when you had followed through with his suggestion and wrote down the actual amount you could feasibly pay for the place. And though you had held on to some hope something would come from it, you had never truly expected to hear from them again.

“I can assure you, I’m quite serious,” he chuckled. “I talked with the owner about your application and he was willing to accept it with a few added stipulations I would like to discuss with you if you have the time.”

“Oh, okay.”

You did your best to hide your disappointment, fearing the worst. Despite Yeosang’s insistence they were willing to negotiate on pricing, you should have known they wouldn’t just willingly drop the rent by half for you just because he had felt pity for you.

“You see, one of our administrative assistants recently put in her resignation and we’re in need of a replacement. When we looked over your application, we noticed the address of your current residence and place of work are on the other side of the city and figured you would likely be in need of a job with a shorter commute if you were to move here.”

The dread which his earlier statement had caused was slowly being replaced with excitement once more as he continued to speak, eagerly hoping he was beginning to allude to what you thought he was.

“We’d like to extend a job offer towards you here at Paradigm, which if you were to accept, would cover the cost of your rent plus a biweekly stipend to cover any other expenses you might have.”

“And what exactly would the job entail?” you asked, trying hard to cover the shock his reply gave you and trying just as hard to not let your hopes get too high before you figured out exactly what it was he was offering you. There had to be a catch; the offer was just too good to be true. “I’m finishing up my last year of college online, but I would still need some flexibility in my schedule.”

“Oh, it would just be your typical administrative work. You’d mostly be assisting myself and the other managers here at Paradigm and we’d be more than willing to work around your class schedule,” Yeosang replied without skipping a beat. “When you have time, I’ve sent an email to you that includes a detailed description of the job, alongside the logistics of your pay and housing for you to look through so you can have a clearer idea of what you would be signing up for if you were to accept.”

You were silent, unsure of what exactly to say. What could you say? Everything you had wished for the past few months was finally being extended towards you. A new job, housing of your own, and most importantly, a way out of the toxic relationship you had been stuck in for so long. All of it. Everything you dreamed of for so long, now within reach.

There had to be a catch, right? It couldn’t be as good as it seemed, right? So what was it? A whole new life in exchange for your soul?

“I know this is a lot to take in, so don’t feel as though you have to accept anything right away. Read through the emails I sent you and just give us a call back sometime within the next two weeks with your answer.”

and that is a very rough start to my new project. feel free to let me know what you all think and if this is something that you would be interested in! once again, I hope you all had/have a wonderful holiday/Christmas season. :)

#ateez #in love and lore update #new project #wip #ateez fic #ateez x reader #the paradigm complex #you guys are the best #i love you all #merry christmas #thanks for a great end to a year

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dekaydk · 5 months

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GMehMehTV 24 Part 2

A few of these seem promising, but a lot of it seems like I'm not the target audience. Which is fine. I'm not the target audience for a lot of entertainment. That said, I'm gonna indulge myself for a minute and hot take the heck out of this.

First, a general observation on the way the GMMTV system seems to work. The actors do all KINDS of stuff, not just acting. They're so busy it seems like they're basically full-time employees: when they're not on a series, they're doing fan meetings, or singing gigs, or apparently mandatory social media livestreams. They don't seem to have any downtime. This plus GMMTV's overarching "everything must be branded" philosophy seems to dictate a great deal about what they can be in, and so on. Some of the drawbacks of the old Hollywood Studio System, hopefully without the casting couch evil.

The Promising

KristSingto. (The Ex-Morning.) Period. Krist made a fan out of me after how he selflessly promoted (apparently painfully shy) Gawin. (Goes to show you that it doesn't matter how hot you are, you can still have a lot of self-doubt.) Then there were his unmistakably queer-friendly moves around his concert. If I got this correctly Aof is involved so there should be some meat to the plot. (But if they blow it as badly as Last Twilight, I'm going on Aof Strike.) Also, gotta admit that the premise sounds like fun.

ThamePo Heart that Skips a Beat. This is my kind of story, where it's not about dumb misunderstandings and contrived conflict, but instead the leads are united against an external enemy. In this case, corporate image management and control over people's personal lives. Also, a good-looking trailer. Lots of colors. Looking forward to the color coding analysis from "the colors mean something" folks.

Ossan's Love Thailand has potential, especially if they fix some of the original's weaknesses. I've wanted to see Earth play a comedic role forever because that seems like more like him as a person. He's done more than enough stern/mostly-mirthless roles. I'd watch Mix in just about anything.

Revamp looks like it's high-budget, so if the directing is good, this may be a romp. New Siwaj, though…sigh. Who am I kidding? Boun as a vampire!

The Waste of Good Actors

Mark Pakin finally and deservedly gets a lead role…and it looks like something he could have phoned in over a bad connection. The trailer for Sweet Dentist Goofs Around or whatever it's called makes Cooking Crush seem like Shakespeare. Fluff has its place but this trailer makes it look like it will drown the audience in treacle.

First and Khaotung should be given meatier stuff. They're serious professionals and will make it work, I know, but it would be nice to see them in something that gave them more opportunity to really act. That said, probably not gonna turn down this energy:

(via @chawarin-panich)

Jimmy looks like he will be able to phone in his cafe-boss-slash-rival role. Which is fine, but that's not why I watch him. Let Jimmy cry!

Actors I'd Like to Be More Excited About

Pond doesn't ever seem to inhabit a character. Extremely attractive, but he seems to have about three main acting notes. (This is also why I haven't yet started We Are, as much as I love Au and Boom, Winny, Satang, et. al.) Leap Day has Gun doing something interesting so there's that. Putting Leap Day on the "Maybe Because Gun Seems to Have a Good Role In It" list. (Although I expect to struggle a little with what looks like a predestination plot.)

Joong and Dunk are cute of course but I have yet to see either of them in a difficult scene, and, sadly, based on what I've seen, it's difficult to imagine them carrying such a scene. Aside from kissing, which they can do really well, they have both been just…kinda flat in everything I've seen. It's almost like Joong too-heavily suppresses his normal clown-around-and-have-fun nature in order to be different on camera. The script description has me intrigued, so that's another point in favor of The Heart Killers. It's probably just a romcom so nothing serious anyway. Still, maybe this will be the show that lets them show us what they're capable of. Fingers crossed.

Perth Tanapon is gorgeous…and never quite convinces me his character wants to kiss guys. Chimon seemingly has more acting chops, but always telegraphs deep discomfort with MM intimate scenes. Even when these guys get to act, I get only so far with suspension of disbelief. I don't know how to fix this. (Not my job to fix, but neither is it my job to watch a show where the kissing/love scenes are unconvincing.)

Athough he's inspired a great deal of looking disrespectfully, Force just never makes me feel much. He looms, he smolders, he exudes dom/top energy effortlessly. (I haven't seen Enchanté so I may be missing important data.) Book seems to have more of the acting prowess in the pairing. It would be nice to see them do something independent of one another, but GMMTV can't allow that! Also, these two as college students? Why can't we have them acting against type? Imagine Force as an untrusting, damaged bodyguard-with-a-horrible-childhood and Book as the boss who (by virtue of his ability to show that someone dominant can be loving) brings Force's character back to his original sunshine nature? Now something like that would give them both a chance to act their socks off. Pun intended.

Unexcited So Far

Dark Dice: jumanji spirealm something something. Hoping that Gemini can carry a show, mostly because I want good things for him. A maybe on this one.

JittiRain. JittiRain. JittiRain.

#gmmtv 2024 #gmmtv bl #gmmtv 2024 part 2

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itsany62 · 3 years

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SteveTony - Alternate Universe

Here are some Alternate Universe fics that I love. Don't forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

Food for the Heart, by LagLemon, 14 k >, Cooking, No Powers.

After being introduced to a gourmet food on a budget blog by Pepper (a gift for her elderly, cheapskate mother) Tony starts cooking again. The recipes are good, but the blog owner is even better. Still, Tony isn't so sure Captain America, the guy who runs the blog, can compete with Hot Bagboy, the gorgeous blond who works at the grocery store.

"Free to Good Home" by Captain_Panda, 7 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

"Oliver and Company" AU.

There's a great big world outside the box.

But it's a dog-eat-dog world, and Tony's just one cat. Then a stray dog comes along, looking for a friend.

A Day In Principal Stark's Office, by nannersmelo, 10 k > words, Steve Single Parent, Director Tony.

Tony Stark has his hands full with not only Stark Industries, but also his beloved mother's life project: The Maria Stark Academy, and as he enters his office in order to deal with a ferocious mother whose son was apparently assaulted by one of his brightest students, he was sure this day would culminate in nothing but a heinous headache. Little did he know - he was in for one hell of a surprise.

I Am the Night by gottalovev, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Vampire Tony Stark, Wizard Steve Rogers.

That's it. Tony is doomed. He rolls on his back, crosses his wings over his belly and closes his eyes. He'll await death here, misunderstood by the world to the bitter end.

C is for Calculus and Compromise, by heydoeydoey, 11 k>, Gifted AU, Post-Divorce, Angts with a Happy Ending.

Steve's just trying to give his prodigy daughter a normal childhood. Enter a meddling school administrator, Tony Stark, and too many lawyers.

tell you my love for you by jelliebean, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - Normal High School, Based on Love Simon.

A guy at Shield High comes out on tumblr, anonymously. Tony thought he was the only gay guy on campus--not out, because of Howard--and sends him an email.

“Hey, Flying. Same here. I’ve got a secret too, and it’s like I’m hiding who I am, every day. From everyone. All the closest people to me. But I just can’t tell them. I’m gay, too. It feels like I’m putting on this mask, this shell of who I think they want me to be. Even though I don’t think my friends would judge me. I don’t know why. I just. I’ve got a secret. –Shell”

The guy seems great--amazing, even, and then Hammer has to step in and ruin it all.

Mergers & Acquisitions by Robin_tCJ, 33 k > words, Angst, sex as currency.

Steve Rogers is the CEO of the Rogers Corporation, which he built from the ground up. When he learns that Hydra International is making a bid for a hostile takeover of Stark Industries, he decides he has to do what he can to stop Hydra from overtaking the market and becoming an unstoppable, unethical conglomerate. Tony Stark asks for something Steve isn’t sure he should give, but he does it anyway – and it completely changes everything. But when Hydra keeps coming, Steve and Tony realize there’s more to this than they’d realized.

Meeting the Monsters by itsallAvengers, 23 k > words, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters.

Tony's at public school with kids his age for the first time in seventeen years, and he is determined that this year is gonna be his year. He's going to make friends. He's going to be popular. People will like him.

Unsurprisngly, none of that actually happens.

He does sort-of-maybe fall in love with a vampire in his class that everyone is terrified of, though. So... there's that.

(I Want You To See) The Darkest Side Of Me by ann2who, 45 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Post-World War II.

In Monte Carlo, Steve meets the wealthy widower Anthony Stark. It’s love at first sight—at least for Steve—and he can’t believe his luck when Tony asks him to live at Stark Mansion, his large estate in Malibu. Never in his life had Steve thought something like this was possible… never had he been this happy. However, soon Steve realizes that Tony is still deeply troubled by the death of his first wife and haunted by the many ghosts she left behind. The longer Steve lives in her shadow, the more he understands that… He can never be what Tony’s wife had once been for him. And Tony might never truly love him.

Gift With Purchase Remix by sabrecmc, 43 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, hooker Steve, Sugar Daddy.

Gift With Purchase Remix wherein Steve actually is a hooker. But for a Really Sympathetic Reason.

The Little Glass Screwdriver by ann2who, 19 k > words, Cinderella AU.

When Prince Steven is forced to find himself a bride, true love gets in the way. As the night of the grand ball unfolds, the prince meets a mysterious knight who might just change his entire life in a way he could have never imagined.

**Cinderella AU**

Covered in Lines by royal_chandler, 3 k > words, Alternate Universe - Student/Teacher, Alternate Universe - College/University, Age Difference.

He can’t lose sight of pale, deft hands that gesture on transitive verbs, an ink-stained thumb edging underneath Tony’s ribcage with an affection that can only be called dangerous.

half-wild and glimmering by deathsweetqueen , 15 k > words, Alternate Universe - Western, Prostitution.

“Give me a drink, Tasha,” Tony sighs as he lands in front of the bar. “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Have you really?” she asks, loftily, sliding a tumbler of whiskey along the well-polished wood.

Tony lets his head hang, the sweat beading on the back of his neck. “You wouldn’t believe what I’ve had to put myself through today,” he sighs, wearily.

“I would not know. You will not let me work the rooms,” Natasha retorts, her voice a little strained, busying her hands in a dirty glass.

“I don’t let you work the rooms ‘cause you’re liable to kill anyone who touches ya the wrong way and we can’t lose that much of our business,” Tony reminds her, wryly amused, sipping at his whiskey. He shakes his head at the burn. “We peddle flesh, darling, not death.”

peers, fears and holiday cheers by jacobby, 24 k > words, Parent Tony Stark.

“He’s only two years older than you,” Tony finally says when the silence becomes too much to bear.

“Dad, Teddy is turning twenty-seven next year.”

“I am not dating your husband—”

“I’m not implying you are. I just want you to be...aware that he’s practically the same age as my husband.”

AKA

Tony Stark's new boyfriend is only two years older than his adult sons. Telling them is one thing, introducing them is another. What Tony doesn't expect is that the past always has a way of catching up to him, of biting him in the ass when he least expects it. Well, at least they're all together for the Holidays. What more can he ask for?

A Higher Form of War by sabrecmc, 292 k > words, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Historical Romance.

Tony is a King with a surprising number of people out to kill him. Steve and the rest of the Avengers are fighting for Pierce's rebellion and end up with Tony as their prisoner. Oops.

you can call me babe for the weekend by complicationstoo, 10 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, actor Tony Stark.

Tony left his small town for Los Angeles after high school, leaving behind everything to pursue his dream. Ten years later, he comes back for the first time and finds that some things are impossible to let go of.

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be by iam93percentstardust, 72 k > words, Alternate Universe - Theatre.

Famed director Phil Coulson brings Shakespeare’s beloved play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, to Broadway. This production though comes with a twist: a brief but passionate love affair between the faerie king, Oberon, and his attendant, Puck. In the roles of the two star-crossed lovers, Coulson casts America’s darling Steve Rogers, fresh off his third Academy Award, and Broadway royalty, Tony Stark. Steve quickly finds himself falling for the quick-witted and sarcastic actor but Tony is dating the stage manager. Unwilling to come between the seemingly happy couple, Steve steps back but all isn’t right behind the scenes and Tony may need him when everything falls apart.

and so we rebuild by raeldaza, 26 k > words, Alternate Universe - Star Trek Fusion, Soulmates, Mutual Pining.

Sometimes, a voice whispers: you will never atone for your mistakes.

Tony believes that, believes it so strongly some days he drowns in it, but he still tries. Tries through Starfleet, tries through inventions, tries through missions. Then, one day, he meets his new Captain, and things change.

and teach this heart (how to beat with light), by starklystar, 40 k >, AU Hospital, Single parent Steve.

Eight years ago, at a funeral with a baby's cries ringing in his ears, Tony Stark decided to turn his life around. He's a genius, billionaire, philanthropist. What's so hard to adding 'doctor' to that list? And after that, it can't be that hard to add 'husband' and 'father' too, right? But the past has a way of haunting even the very best of us, and in any universe, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers have never had an easy love.

Featuring: drama, chaos, Peter's scheming, meddling friends, and doctors learning again that the heart can never be as simple as four chambers and four valves.

Catching Lightning in a Bottle by sabrecmc, 120 k > words, Alternate Universe - Sweet Home Alabama Fusion.

College student Tony meets janitor Steve at MIT and they fall blissfully in love, until Howard happens and things fall apart. One divorce paperwork snafu courtesy of the ever-helpful Jarvis, and ten years later, Tony has to get re-divorced from Steve.

This does not go as he imagines.

Or, the Sweet Home Alabama AU that no one--well, okay, a few of you--asked for.

The Night Shift by weethreequarter , 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Hospital.

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

Cake It Till You Make It by ChocolateCapCookie, 10 k > words, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe - Bakery.

Steve Rogers and Tony Stark have a lot in common. They're single parents, they own rival bakeries at the center of town... and they both hate each other's guts.

When a mix-up at Peter and Morgan's school has both fathers scrambling to prove they're the better baker, they do the mature, adult thing and compete in a bake-off. Between the mixing and the creaming, the baking and the icing, Steve and Tony find that hate is actually not that far from love.

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub, 31 k > words, Alternate Universe - Regency, Marriage of Convenience.

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

just a guy, standing in front of another guy by theappleppielifestyle, 12 k > words.

“It’s not real,” Tony says, still smiling, jaw twitching with effort. “The fame. It’s - I’m just a guy."

(Or, Notting Hill AU, with a twist.)

Mother of Exiles (A Titanic AU) by BladeoftheNebula, 21 k > words, Alternate Universe - Titanic Fusion.

“You’ll never guess what just happened!” Steve said, taking a deep breath to try and calm his breathing. “I met someone. A guy from first class.”

Dublin 1912: Steve Rogers is barely making ends meet, living in the tenement slums of Dublin. But a stroke of good luck gives him and his best friend the chance to change their fortune. Two tickets to America on board the RMS Titanic.

The Devil You Know by shetlandowl, 17 k > words, Alternate Universe - Detectives, Alternate Universe - Author/Novelist.

Best selling author Tony Stark revives the bodice ripper genre for a modern audience. From frisky gay cowboys to ravenous lesbian pirate queens, he consistently delivers riveting thrillers full of romance, drama, and the filthy, unapologetically kinky sex that has become his trademark specialty.

Tony has everything a man could dream of - horny, adoring fans, and boatloads of money. Or that's what he thought, until Detective Steve Rogers walks into his life and turns it all upside down.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday), 24 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Lumberjack Steve Rogers.

It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car. And the snowstorm. And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god. So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears. Could be worse.

Series: A Furious Vexation by Annie D (scaramouche), 18 k > words, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse.

A Steve/Tony post-apocalypse AU that exists pretty much just for the smut.

That Feline Beat by Tito11, 5 k > words, Alternate Universe - Animals.

Presenting Steve and Tony in the Aristocats!AU

Tony and his three kittens have been kidnapped from their fancy Upper East Side apartment while their owners are away and deposited on the mean streets of Harlem. Unsure of where they are or how to get back home, they'll have to rely on street cat Steve to guide them. Will they get home safely? Will Tony's fear of abandonment cause him to drive away the best tomcat he's ever known? Only time will tell.

do you fondue? by calciseptine, 16 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting.

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

a glimpse of heaven's love by parkrstark, 13 k> words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Terminal Illnesses.

The child begins to empty his pockets. He starts to count coins on the counter. Tony huffs a little impatiently as he realizes most of them are pennies.

The cashier actually humors the kid and counts along with him. They reach 3 dollars and 54 cents before he shakes his head sadly. "Sorry, kid. There's not enough here."

The kid sounds close to crying. "I need these paints for my Papa. It's Christmas Eve and these...he doesn't have any. The doctors said he doesn't have long. I want him to have these. In case he meets Jesus tonight, I want him to paint one more time. Please."

Tony takes a step forward, arms still full of toys he's buying just because. He can cover this child's gift for his dying father. Money. Money is what he's good for.

"I'll buy them."

Or, the Christmas Shoes AU no one but me asked for.

If you survive first impressions, you're good to go by itsallAvengers, 3 k > words, Parent Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - No Powers.

The first time Peter Parker-Stark sees Steve Rogers, he may or may not be standing in direct path of the man's motorcycle.

His daddy is really not going to be happy about that one.

A Rat-ional Conclusion by BladeoftheNebula, 6 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Veterinarians, Parent Tony Stark.

He had a strong flurry of patients throughout the morning and by the time it rolled around to noon, he was just about worn out.

He walked out into the reception, stretching until he felt a satisfying pop. “Are we done?”

Bucky checked the screen. “Just about. One more before lunch - a rat, singular.”

Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully straight forward then. “Great, let me know when they-”

He was interrupted by the bell over the door and looked up to see a little girl cradling a small animal carrier, being shepherded through the door by easily one of the hottest men he’d ever seen in real life.

Oh wow.

Tidal Pull by sabrecmc, 97 k > words, Octopus Tony Stark, Alternate Universe - Shipwrecked.

After the American Civil War, Union soldier Steve Rogers takes a chance on an opportunity to sail with the Stark Trading Company down in the Caribbean. During a terrible storm, his ship is lost. To his surprise, he survives, and ends up stranded on an island that isn't quite as deserted as he first thinks.

Or, a reverse Little Mermaid tale where Steve has to fall for the fish-man.

Twelve Days by elysianprince, 22 k > words, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Ghosts.

In which Tony finds himself in a town that looks like it crawled out of a Hallmark Christmas movie, trying to sell an inn he didn't know he owned, all while dealing with Steve Rogers, the resident ghost who has returned to haunt the inn each December during the twelve days of Christmas for the past seventy years. Tony has only one logical solution that benefits them both: break the curse that binds him - but falling for a man almost a century old wasn't among his plans.

She kissed me by S_Horne, 1 k > words, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting.

“Your mom kissed me.”

Steve blinked awake and lifted his head from his pillow to look over at the silhouette in the doorway. “What?”

“Your mom,” Tony reiterated. “She kissed me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said simply, “she does that.”

#stevetony #stony #fic rec #tony stark #steve rogers #my recs

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stellocchia · 3 years

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Come get your Sunday fanfictions everyone!

On going:

He Knows by lefs

Chapters: 2/?

Royal AU, where Tommy is sort of covering a double role as both one of the princes and a member of the rebellion together with Tubbo

every day every hour turn that pain into power by Drhair76

Chapters: 3/?

Superhero AU that mostly focuses on Tommy who’s pretty much a regular foster kid who wants to be a hero, but hasn’t been able to so far due to life struggles. It’s got quite a few very interesting elements, like Puffy being wonderful, kid Hannah and kid Fundy’s friendship, librarian Ranboo, Tubbo being one of the smartest f*ckers around and so one. It’s great!

The Crazed Trio Of Logstedshire by Soulless_Fawn

Chapters: 2/?

Fantasy AU that promises Bench Trio content soon enough (though Ranboo has yet to be introduced). Basically, Wilbur, Eret, and Fundy are a werewolf pack that adopted Human Tommy in their midst. Tubbo meanwhile is a vampire and he lives with his coven, which is comprised of Phil, Niki, and Techno as far as we know. Tommy and Tubbo meet up one night and become friends to the displeasure of their respective families

Tommy's Horror Movie Tactics by smileforSmilez

Chapters: 13/?

Despite the title the fic isn’t focused on Tommy at all. He’s just the cryptid that’s hunting the Dream smp and, more specifically, the Eggpire (whose members are the actual focus of the fic together with those aurrounding them). It’s a horror/mistery type fic that starts off with Ponk’s disappearance

the cosmos by rainfxll

Chapters: 2/?

Dream kills Tommy in the prison and things go wrong from there. Tommy finds himself in a whole other universe where no one is how they used to be. He’s part of a rebellion together with a different version of Wilbur, Tubbo and a few more against the Somnium Empire (lead by Techno, Phil, and Fundy from what we can tell so far). He may have to fix the new universe to get home

Completed:

Gold Rings and Goose Down by Misterghostfrog

Chapters: 2/2

Kidinnit steals a golden ring with curse of binding on it and ends up getting adopted by the roal family, as you do

the stars in your eyes by nervousn8

Chapters: 1/1

Technoblade takes a trip to the Nether one time and he ends up yoinking a kid. In his defence, the kid was an orphan

it is a start by darkwhitepebble

Chapters: 1/1

Wilbur has decided that the best way to get his little brother back is through an increasingly ridiculous series of gifts. He starts off with a herd of cows, as one would

To Establish Connection by SilverWing15

Yet another Royal AU where Tommy slowly but surely ends up getting adopted by the royal family, only this time with more trauma!

Making their way up by alwerakoo

Another Techno-centric fic, this time with a focus on the Bedrock Bros arc on the Dream smp. It’s a very sweet fic with some nice bonding moments, highly recommend it!

#Fanfiction Recommendation of the Week #there's more roal aus then usual this time around #I blame wookie for that

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birthdaysentiment · 4 years

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hi its the anon that asked for fic recommendations! I’ve read some of them and IM IN LOVE so if you have more (with any storyline) I’d like to read them as well 🥰

hiii anon! i'm so happy you liked the fic recommendations. all of them is some of my personal favorites, so i was happy to share them with you. oml of course! i love talking about fics, so i would love to recommend more. i made a list underneath (because it got pretty long...), and i've tried to divide them as good as i could into tropes to make it a little easier. hope you’ll enjoy these fics too! ✨

robbe and sander: strangers to lovers (multi-chapter fics)

l. rotten work by aholynight on ao3. this is a complete fic with 5 chapters and it’s one of my all-time favorites. i've read it so many times, and it was also one of the first fanfictions i ever read. just the fact that robbe is a fire breather in this is enough to make it absolutely amazing, and just every chapter is so good and you just keep wanting more. there’s so much tension between robbe and sander and ahhh it’s just so good, i want to read it again!

ll. the night we met by @bxbyi (themoongirl on ao3). another complete fic, this time with 7 chapters with robbe as a writer. it’s such a sweet little detail, and i love it so much, because it sort of helps robbe to deal with some of the things he’s going through, and idk i just love the idea of robbe as a writer. the fic is also centered around liminal spaces and insomnia and how robbe and sander sort og bonds over it. again, another one of my favorites

lll. paint me in trust by @bxbyi (themoongirl on ao3). a complete fic with 7 chapters and vampire!sander that you never know you needed. this fic kinda has everything in terms of fluff and angst, and the fluff in the last chapters is just so good that i often go back to read it, just to jet my fix lol. the relationship between robbe and sander is so good and it’s so nicely written and another favorite of mine, because it’s so ahhh!

llll. money is (not) everything by @jxoxsxsxi (loenaadamson on ao3). a complete fic with 10 chapters, where sander is the rich kid with all the money and opportunities, but a life with no love and purpose until he meets robbe. this is the kind of fic you can read in a day because its so good. love the banter between them in the beginning and how in love they are. i remember that a chapter was posted every day for 10 days and oml what a ride!

v. the finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove on ao3. a complete fic with 6 chapters and probably one of the softest sobbe fics out there, where robbe and sander fall in love while meeting in a meadow. i love this so much, and everything about it is just so soft and sweet. how they’re both there for each other, how they take care of each other too, and just how amazingly sweet they are. and they’re stargazing, so... yeah that killed me

vl. remember my name by @sobbefairytales (ijzermans on ao3). another complete fic with 9 chapters and another personal favorite. who knew the reveal of a name could mean so much and possibly change so much for two young boys. this fic is another perfect example of pure fluff and angst and how well balanced it is. every chapter left you hanging, just desperately wanting to read the next one. it was such a journey and i still remember how empty i felt when i had read the last chapter. just love this one so much!

vll. swimmer sander by @bijvoorbeeldja - a complete fic here on tumblr with 4 chapters and a epilogue. sander as a swimmer is something i never knew i needed to see, and to have robbe take swimming lessons from sander too... i mean it was everything i wanted and more. this is so sweet and just to see them navigate through their relationship with sander’s carer on the side too. such a sweet fic full of fluff as well

vlll. i see you when you run from the light (within your eyes) by @womenstan (womenstan by ao3). this fic is a work in process, but it already has 2 chapters. this is another example of an au i never knew i needed until i read it, because seeing blind!sander and robbe fall in love is just the cutest thing ever. there’s so much fluff already and i'm so excited for every chapter to come. the way sander ‘sees’ robbe through touch makes me so emotional and ahhh i am already so hooked on this fic

vllll. waiting down at the station by ivy_seas on ao3. another work in process with 2 chapters already. seeing robbe and sander fall in love on a train is the cutest thing ever and when they start to see each other, outside of the train ride, i can just feel my heart starting to become a fluttering mess. it’s such a sweet story and i am so in love with the first two chapters and how the pacing is so far. there’s so much fluff already and we had a little taste of angst, so i'm excited to see what happens next!

x. five out of thirty by @tyrusmwm (tokenmwm on ao3). a work in process fic with a total of 18 chapters so far, where robbe and sander is having a long-distance relationship since robbe travels a lot for work. it’s written from robbe’s point of view in a first person narrator and i love that, because robbe’s thoughts and self-commentary is the best and funniest thing ever. sander is so in love with robbe, where robbe sometimes has a hard time expressing that, even though we know he’s so gone for him. this is a fic i'm always looking forward to reading the next chapter of

xi. ground control to us by @hopelessromanticvirgo. a complete social media au, with a couple of fic-style chapters too. this was one hell of a ride and i remember reading this in “real-time” and oml it was the best thing. it was also the first so/me au i read and i've been hooked on them ever since. sander is a famous singer, who starts to text with his biggest fan, who happens to be robbe, but robbed just doesn’t know it’s sander he’s texting with. there’s so much angst in this oml, but it’s all worth it because the fluff and their relationship is so good

sobbe: established relationship (multi-chapters)

l. to the one i love: fuck you by @hopelessromanticvirgo (reddlene on ao3). a complete fic with 13 chapters and one hell of a roller-coaster ride. i remember reading the first 11 chapters in one day and i didn’t know what to do with myself afterwards. in this fic you never really know what to believe and i love that, how you never really know what is going on until you get the answers. there’s so much angst but the ending is worth it

ll. vrijdag 21:37 by @wasteourdays (wasteourdaysdreaming on ao3) - complete fic with 7 chapters, but there could be more (as far as i understood). its centered around the same party, but in each chapter you see the party from a different characters point of view. this is actually the first sobbe fic i read and i still love it so much. there’s so many amazing scenes in it and all of it is so in character for them. love it so much and it’s just so good!

lll. visitations by @lucidpantone (lucidpantone on ao3) - another complete fic with 6 chapters where it’s sort of an established relationship, but also not, because this fic is quite a journey. it varies between scenes from the present and scenes from the past, but when we don’t know when they are in the past. the past is sort of helping the reader into understanding the present and what is happening, but it’s definitely a fic that gets better the more you read it because you start to understand everything more. it’s just such a good fic!

llll. "do i know you?" by @srta-pepa (srtapepa on ao3) - a work in progress with 15 chapters and only one to go. this fic has been a journey and oml what a ride. robbe lost his memory due to a car-crash and he doesn’t remember his relationship with sander, so already there there’s a lot of angst, but the fluff is there too and oml i am never getting tired of it. it’s such a sweet fic and it makes me sad to think it’s almost over, but i can’t wait for the last chapter either

sobbe: established relationship (one-shots)

l. the sun came up and i was looking at you by allforyoumylove on ao3. one of my all-time favorite one-shots with robbe and sander waking up on a sunday morning, just staying in bed, kissing and cuddling, and of course sander just being sander. love this so much and it’s just so full of fluff and everything you love and hold so close to your heart. i read this on a weekly basic because i just need that fix of sobbe fluff

ll. paper rings by @wlwharrys (thekardemomme on ao3). when sander has a bad day and robbe is just there for him, like he always is. there is so much fluff in this that your heart almost can’t take it, and even though there’s a very light slip on angst, it only makes the fluff better and ahhh it’s the cutest thing ever. sobbe in an established relationship always makes me go through the feels, to see how comfortable and safe they are with each other

lll. fizzy colas by @foxsake5 (foxsake5 on ao3). another one-shot that just makes you smile because it’s so sweet and so... heartwarming in a way. tipsy!robbe is one of my favorites and he’s just the absolute sweetest person on this earth and to see sander be so in love with him only makes it better. who knew a trip to the store to buy some candy could make you feel so much

llll. hold all my cliches on the tip of my tongue by @phascinationphases (nbrook on ao3). a fic that saved us from what happened on valentine’s day and brought back sander’s bleached hair, something that we all are hoping for (but something we’re probably never going to get.. *signs*). this is so cute and full of fluff and banter and teasing and just sobbe being best friends and boyfriends too. and the one-liners sander comes with is enough to make you get through the day

v. one night (and love) so young and beautiful by @birthdaysentiment (birthdaysentiment on ao3... yeah me)... well i had to do a little advertisement for my own little one-shot lol. idk it’s definitely not the best out there, but people who know me, knows how much i need to see robbe and sander make out against a wall and slow-dance together, so i wrote a one-shot about that and just included everything that i love... so yeah enjoy i guess

sobbe: other tropes

l. you're my stars... and everything in between by @robbesdriesen (aurorawinds on ao3). a one-shot with the trope secret relationship (a trope we don’t have enough fics with). this is so amazing and it’s inspired by romeo & juliet so do i even need to say more? they’re so in love and when they’re held back from being together, the angst is just right there, but the fluff that comes after... i mean my heart is melting just thinking about it

ll. just friends by @sincerelysobbe (sincerelysobbe on ao3) - a complete fic with 4 chapters and robbe and sander being friends with benefits, until they realize that they just want to be together. this is such an amazing fic, and to see sander be so head over hells in love with robbe is just the best thing. they’re so sweet together, the way they can’t help but look at each other and just wishing they were more than just friends. i just love it!

lll. this isn't our first time around by noobishere on ao3. one of my favorite one-shots that idk how to explain lol. but it’s just robbe and sander traveling through different alternative universes where they always seem to be together or have some kind of connection, but just not in the one they’re living in, but maybe all the traveling can change that. i love the whole concept of it and it’s just so clever and i need to reread this again asap, because it’s so good

llll. if i asked you first, would you be my prince? by @sonderthroughthestreets and @to-enter-polaris (createdforyou and isaksliveterna on a3). a work in progress with t2o chapters already. i’ve always wanted a ballet!sobbe fic, so when i heard about this fic i was already hooked. in this universe robbe and sander are a part of the same ballet company and they’re both fighting for the same spot in the next big play. it’s an enemies to lovers fic and even though it’s mostly angst right now, i can’t wait for the fluff to take over, because it’s gonna be so good

v. sincerely, always yours by @hopelessromanticvirgo. this is a social media au with a couple of fic-style chapters. this was such an emotional roller-coaster, not just for robbe and sander but also for you as a reader. the lack of communication from them was driving me crazy and the amount of times i wanted to pull my hair out just shows that this au was so good and one you just couldn’t help but get invested in. it’s sort of a best friends to lovers but also with a little enemies in it and just a lot of angst (like so much), but also a lot of fluff, that was just the best!

and... a couple of days ago i made a little overview over some robbe and sander fics with the tropes enemies to lovers and friends (best friends, childhood friends etc.) to lovers too, so if you want to, you can check that out here.

there’s over 800 sobbe fics at ao3 right now and so many drabbles and so/me au’s here on tumblr and all of them are just so amazing! (this is just a little snip of them all), so if you want more recommendations, or more sobbe stuff to read, then go to ao3 (under the sobbe tag) or try and search for them here on tumblr (under sobbe fic or wtfock fic). there’s so many amazing stories and the writers deserves all the credit for them!

so, once again i just want to say a massive thank you to every fic and drabble writer and just to all the content creators, because you keep me alive during this drought and the undeniable lack of sobbe. thank you for blessing me everyday and just thank you for everything you’re doing. sending you all lots of hugs and kusjes! ✨

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #cille's asks ✨

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fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs · 4 years

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DO YOU TASTE OLD SHAME WHEN YOU LICK MY WOUNDS! ⚰️ CAN BE READ ON AO3

❝Catherine Cullen finds a sanctuary in a barn with a vampire army. Her creator is dead, she is free, she owes Maria an everlasting debt for saving her, and Jasper Whitlock evokes a strange feeling within her.❞

part of PETALS FOR ARMOR a twilight au series of one-shots! please read tags before reading the one-shot!

warnings: implied child sexual abuse ( past events ), underage marriage ( it’s like a green card marriage but like still, also past event ), past abusive relationship

pairing(s): Jasper Hale/OC

characters: catherine cullen ( oc ) | aristide athanasiou ( mentioned/oc ) | maria ( mentioned ) | beau ( mentioned/oc ) | marcellus cullen ( carlisle’s father but w/ a name, mentioned )

click on ‘keep reading’ if you prefer to read this one-shot on here instead of on ao3!

"GOOD EVENIN' MA'AM . . . you know the stars are bright tonight," Jasper Whitlock says as he climbs onto the hayloft, he addresses the newest addition to their army with a soft voice. The window to the hayloft is closed, the young woman he talks to sits in the dark almost buried in the hay. She was unlike most of the other members, she wasn't a newborn, in fact she was older than Jasper.

She arrived three nights ago, being tailed by another vampire who is now dead. She sought sanctuary in their barn, asking them to free her from her creator. Jasper had been surprised when Maria readily agreed, she had Jasper and Beau dispose of the creator. Jasper wasn't so keen on the idea of killing the creator as he was once a member of the Volturi and although it seemed that he hadn't been a part of that coven for a century or so, Jasper worried that the Volturi would seek revenge for his death. But, Maria had insisted that the creator had to go, for some reason Maria had taken quite a shine to the woman and that was before learning of her grandiose ability.

The young woman, who introduced herself as Catherine, unnerved Jasper Whitlock. He felt a strange pull towards her even though he didn't know her. She had the ability to alter reality to her will, what she says goes, her creator had been a shield which is why she was unable to will him to leave her alone and she had no idea of the physical strength. In fact she scarcely had any idea about what vampires were capable of, it was odd to say the least. Jasper didn't trust her but he wanted to protect her, it was a feeling he had never felt before. He worries that she might have willed them to protect her but he couldn't tell for sure. The only reason he had yet to say anything is because Catherine wasn't doing anything to harm Maria or the cause she worked for, in fact she was trying hard to help but Catherine was not a fighter.

Catherine looks up at him, her concern and fear melting away into confusion and awe. At least he wasn't the only one who felt that way in her strange presence. Her tense posture softens and she whispers "Are they, I haven't looked tonight, sir."

Jasper crinkles his nose at the title.

She raises a pale, thick eyebrow "You call me ma'am."

"I do it out of respect, you do it out of fear," Jasper retorts and she purses her lips, shoulders growing tense again.

"There's nothing to fear here," Jasper adds gently as he walks over to the big window. He opens it as slowly as he can manage, anything too fast seems to make Catherine jump.

"I can't fight, two newborns took my arm off twice today, I'm useless," She whimpers as she looks at her hands, they're trembling. She had so many human mannerisms that it only made Jasper's urge to protect her stronger.

"You're not useless, you're more powerful than anyone here," Jasper disagrees, "You told us what you can do, you can do anythin'. Catherine, you can make anyone do whatever you please."

She shakes her head "It only works on weak minds that's why I could never make him stop."

"Is . . . Is that what he told you," Jasper wonders, walking back over to her, it was odd to move so slowly, it was hard almost but he didn't want to scare her.

Catherine nods "He said that why it didn't work on him but it worked on that kid and those people I killed. That's why I was able to kill Marcellus because he was weak, he was as weak as he made me feel but not everyone is weak, Aris wasn't weak."

"He was a shield . . . Do you know what that means?"

"Well, I know that a shield is what is used in sword fighting but . . . what does — what does it mean for vampires?"

"He could block gifts used against him, a shield is hard to trace as a gift. The reason you couldn't stop him has nothing to do with your gift being weak, it's not weak, he was. He never told you what he could do, he kept that from you to hold power over you."

"Are you a shield," Catherine wonders, eyeing Jasper up and down, perhaps that could explain why he made her feel the way the way he did. It was similar to the way she felt when she first met Aristide.

Jasper shakes his head, his shaggy honey blond hair swaying from side to side, he kneels in front of her and she moves away from them. This felt all too familiar to her, she slips back into the hay, her hair almost blending right in with it but Jasper doesn't move closer. He keeps still and he replies "No, I'm not a shield . . . I can feel emotions and I can even manipulate them to a point. Maria has told me that you can grow your abilities, at first I couldn't handle my gift at all. Even if your gift isn't the best, it can always grow, it has a long time to do that."

"So . . . It's you . . . You're the one who is making me feel this way," Catherine says and she reckons that are worse things that he could make her feel but she doesn't like the fact that he is playing with her emotions like that.

He shakes his head again, she watches his honey gold crown of curls sway side to side again. This time he brushes his scarred hand through them, taking his bangs out of his angular face "No, that . . . That's not me . . . I don't know what that is but I think I feel it too."

Catherine blinks, another human mannerism that catches Jasper off guard, she stares at him blankly "You think, you cannot read your own emotions?"

"No, most of the gifted cannot use their gifts on themselves."

"I can," Catherine says quietly, "Is that . . . is that not normal?"

"It's interesting . . . Your gift has a lot of potential, you could probably turn yourself into a shield . . . If you think about it, you could make me think that I can't read your emotions and you could do that with anyone who has a gift."

Catherine leans forward, why would he tell her something like that, she raises an eyebrow at him, what was he playing at?

"If you don't want me to I won't manipulate your emotions, not that I have before," Jasper says, "But if you feel safer, I suppose you could do that if it works . . . You should be exercising your powers anyway, Maria would want that."

She moves closer towards him, she feels safe with him, she feels almost, well, she doesn't know how to describe what she's feeling. Catherine has only felt this feeling once before, it comes had in hand with the feeling of safety. When she hovered over Pastor Cullen's broken body, his limbs bent at an odd angle because of her, because she could finally protect herself from Marcellus Cullen the man who made her life a living hell. The pastor who haunted her every waking moment and her nightmares growing up, had finally been at her mercy and she felt safe for the first time in her life, she didn't feel weak anymore. Jasper Whitlock made her feel not weak and she quite liked that.

"You make me feel . . ." She trails off, not sure how to word it but she felt the urge to tell him how she felt although perhaps that would be useless. He probably already knows how she feels.

"I'm not manipulation' your emotions," Jasper says, he sits down on the floor, the hay around them rustles loudly and the floor creaks.

"No, I know but you make me feel . . . I'm not sure but I like it."

"You feel confident, powerful, you're content so you must feel safe."

Catherine licks her lips, powerful? How could she feel something she wasn't?

Jasper watches the action with keen interest, such a delicate action for such a powerful woman. It was unnerving to watch her act so delicately when she could have this entire barn on their knees with a single sentence, she really didn't know her own strength. Catherine could take Jasper out with hardly two words, she was much more powerful than him or Maria and yet he still wanted to protect her. He needed to make sure no one like her creator got their hands on her again. He wanted to be her protector even if he was unneeded.

"I've felt a pull like this before with Aris, it was different . . . I thought he was the devil or a demon but I couldn't stop myself from wanting him. He told me that I felt that way because we were meant to be but that was probably just another lie . . . And this connection, it feels different, I trust it . . . Do you feel that way too?"

Jasper nods, unsure of what to say. In this moment he is just as clueless as her, she moves closer to him and this is the closest she's been to anyone outisde of Maria, her knee brushes against Jasper's knee.

She smells sweet, not as sweet as some humans and her smell wasn't mouth-watering but it was intoxicating. Cinnamon, he believes, which is odd and probably wrong it's been a long time since he was around cinnamon. And then citrus, she had killed a man who had basket of oranges among other fruits in his cart, he had just finished an orange shortly before Catherine had killed him. This was just the previous night, she brought the basket of oranges and various other fruits that no one had bothered to look at but she said it smelt nice so neither Beau or Jasper argued with her decision.

Catherine reaches out and touches his face, her finger trails one of the bitemarks on his jawline and then she blurts out "We should kiss."

Jasper stares at her, he's certainly not opposed to the idea but it had come out of nowhere "Why?"

"Well, this feeling could be unresolved sexual tension."

"Um," Jasper says, "I've felt that before and this is not that."

"Oh . . . Okay, I just thought because of Aris —"

"I think this is what love is supposed to feel like," Jasper says uncertainly, he had never felt that emotion before as a vampire so it could be very different.

Catherine pulls away like Jasper has burned her, she moves quickly and her elbow of the hand she extended towards him goes through the wall of the barn. She's shocked by his statement and Jasper is quick to change his words.

"Well, maybe not love . . . I mean, maybe it's pining, I'm not sure. I've never felt this way before and neither have you, it could be anything," Jasper says.

"We barely know each other," Catherine whispers, "We can't be in love."

They were definitely pining for each other, pining to know why they felt this pull and what it could mean. But, love? That was a highly unlikely answer. Now Catherine Cullen doesn't know much about love, not the romantic kind at least. She believed she loved Aristide but she didn't, she cared about him at one point and she must have tricked herself into truly believing that she loved him. Aristide never loved her, not romantically, he was obsessed with her. He said he loved her but he just felt like she belonged to him.

And her marriage was not built by romantic love, she got married at fourteen to a twenty-year-old man and the marriage was never consummated. It was only to save her from the clutches of Marcellus Cullen; her husband was a good man, her best friend and she loved him platonically. He died a year later from the plague. Romantic love was never her strong suit but she did know sex and she had since a young age, perhaps too young.

Marcellus Cullen had taken everything from her, he had cut off any chance she had at learning what love is. It was his fault that Catherine's father went on that vampire hunt and was either dead or living somewhere in the world. It was his fault that she lived a life full of poverty and hatred. He took her mother, accusing her of witchcraft shortly before Catherine's ninth birthday. And on her ninth birthday, Marcellus set her mother Elspeth Fynch aflame upon the pyre. He forced her to live in the church, and every night he would take more and more from her and even though she had brought him to his end, making him suffer as he pleaded for the mercy he never showed her, it would seem that Marcellus Cullen still took from her even from his grave. Marcellus Cullen would tell her that he loved her though he shouldn't, every night for years. And Catherine knew that was definitely not love.

"I don't think I can love," She adds, "I'm not deserving of it, Jasper, not after everything that I've been through."

"What your creator did to you, that's not your fault, you are not at fault for what others did to you," Jasper says firmly, eyes darkening, lips curling at the thought of anyone treating Catherine poorly, "My sister had her reputation ruined because a man promised to marry her and he lied. My own mother and father won't speak to her, the last I heard from her my nephew had just turned four. It wasn't her fault for what he did to her and yet she's left to deal with the consequences all on her own."

"I'm sorry about your sister but that . . . It's not the same, Jasper."

"She's paying for actions that she didn't cause and so are you. She felt the same way after, she lost everything because of that man and you lost so much time because of your creator, believing his lies he told you to get what he wanted. No, they're not the same but they're similar enough and I stand by what I said, Catherine."

Catherine smiles softly "You don't even know what happened to me."

"I don't need to know to understand that you're not to blame for the actions of somebody else . . . One day, you'll learn to think that too. Acceptance is hard to give yourself but eventually you will."

Catherine kisses him, soft and gentle, cautious. Not like she had kissed anyone before. She pulls away just as quickly as she moved forward, Jasper's eyelids had fluttered shut, his hand frozen mid reach for her arm. He opens his eyes to see her staring at him with uncertainty. His lips curl into a half smile, she just notices now that he has dimples. Catherine hesitantly smiles back at him, he places a scarred hand on her forearm and leans toward.

"Perhaps we should kiss . . . again," Jasper suggests lightly, his burgundy eyes flickering to her lips.

Catherine stares at him, waiting for him to kiss her but he doesn't, there's a pause and then Jasper asks:

"Can I kiss you, Catherine?"

Her eyes widen at the question but she nods her head, she hadn't expected him to want to kiss her. Jasper leans forward and kisses her, more gently than she had him, it surprises her. The gentleness he moves with, he was Maria's best fighter next to Beau, and yet his kiss felt almost weightless. She deepens the kiss, she doesn't know how to kiss this way, it feels strange to her, almost unreal. Almost like this is a figment of her manipulation.

His hand moves to her shoulder, pulling her forward slowly, Catherine breaks the kiss first and Jasper huffs in annoyance but he makes no move to kiss her again, he just stares at her. She tilts her head at him, he was a strange man, but she liked it. She leans forward and kisses him again, this time on the scar on his jaw line and he makes a noise of surprise and Catherine freezes. Jasper lowers his face and kisses her lips, his hand leaves her shoulder and cups her cheek.

When they finally pull apart, Jasper smiles at her, dimples more prominent this time and she feels him radiating happiness, the feeling that she feels for him, and some other feeling she had never felt before but it warmed her. It reminded her of the wool blanket that Agatha's mother had knitted her way back when she was human. A welcomed warmth to fight the years of coldness she had felt.

"I think this feeling is better than love," He says, voice as soft as velvet and Catherine finds herself inclined to agree. This was different then love, this was something she could learn to understand, this was something she yearned to understand.

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The Quiet Dark

summary: you’re nervous to go to this party, but you want to be there nonetheless, and when you meet the attractive and intriguing Xiaojun, you just want to have more of him

words: 6,093

pairing: xiaojun x reader

tags: halloween au?, semi-public, fingering, halloween party

This party was perhaps a bad idea.

You didn’t know anyone here at all, you were just looking for an excuse to dress up for the holiday, and when you overheard two frat guys talking about it in the library, you decided to give it a try.

You were in university, and for the first time in your life you didn’t have anyone to tell you to not go to the Halloween frat party dressed in the skimpiest costume you could possibly be comfortable in public in.

You were trying to branch out and try something new, maybe do someone new. Who knows, the whole night was ahead of you and shrouded in an air of mystery, as Halloween nights are meant to be.

As you walked up to the party, to the mess of people spilling across the lawn, you tugged the hem of your short skirt down uselessly. The cool late October air had you shivering as your skirt covered very little skin, the fishnet tights didn’t help much either, and your top was also rather lacking in fabric or coverage, leaving the lacy red bra you were wearing underneath visible in some places. Surprisingly, your feet were probably the warmest part of you as they had a layer of socks and also your boots too hold in even a bit of heat.

Part of you hoped you would find someone here you knew, anyone you could latch onto and talk with, someone to grab a drink with you and ease your anxieties about showing up here alone.

Another part of you very much hoped that you wouldn’t see anyone you knew. You looked so different from normal. Your usual straight-laced look was swapped out for this one, your makeup looked “deadly” or so a drunk girl told you as she bumped into you as you walked slowly toward the door.

You hadn’t seen her coming. You almost had tunnel-vision, only seeing the door to the house open and spilling a warm golden light invitingly onto the frat house’s porch.

This party was a bad idea.

It wasn’t your kind of place at all, and the more steps you took toward the front door, the closer you drew toward fully entering the party, the harder your heart pounded. Your hands were shaking, and you’re sure you looked a little crazy, but it was Halloween and anyone who looked at you would probably assume you were just in character for who you were dressed up as.

When you finally stepped up into the light on the porch, finally stood with your toes right at the threshold, you froze.

You could see the party just inches away. You could feel the vibrations of the music, smell the alcohol and the weed and the sweat. But you could bring yourself to take one more step inside.

“Hey,” A voice said quietly, coming up from behind you. “You okay?”

A face appears in your peripheral vision, and you turn to look at him. A handsome boy, not too much taller than you stands there, a gentle smile on his lips, a look of concern in his eyes. He doesn’t touch you, but his hand is raised slightly as if he would have if you hadn’t answered him.

“I’m fine.” Your voice catches a little in your throat, coming out sounding strange even to your ears.

The boy smiles brighter, still gently, and you can’t help but note the contrast of his tenderness and beauty to his hideous costume.

A werewolf. Golden contacts glow from inside his eyes, blowing them wide until there’s very little of the white left to see. He has his hair in total disarray and his tshirt under a leather jacket is torn in several places with a few bold red slashes, and when he moves around you spot he even has a tail hanging from the back of his jeans.

He inclines his head toward the open doorway. “Are you coming into the party?”

“I want to.” You sigh, feeling your chest shake with the effort to draw in your next breath. You want so badly to join the party. You’ve made it all the way here only to freeze up at the very last second because of your anxieties.

“Do I need to invite you in? Are you a vampire?” He teases as he steps in front of you, crossing the threshold, and he extends a hand out to you. “Please, my name is Xiaojun. I live here, and I would love for you to come inside and join the party with me.”

Despite it all, you find yourself smiling, reaching out and putting your hand in his very warm hand. His fingertips rub slightly rough, calloused against your skin, and you shiver at the roughness there among all his gentleness.

You step inside, your hand still in his as Xiaojun leads you into the party.

He holds tight so you don’t lose him as he weaves through the crowd inside, taking you deeper and deeper until he stops and there’s an array of drinks laid out before you. Nearby there’s a girl with her head plunged in a bucket of what looks like beer with apples floating in it. Someone’s entertaining a sofa-full of very clearly drunk and probably high partygoers with his magic tricks.

“What’ll you have?” Xiaojun asks, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

You don’t care as long as it helps you loosen up. You feel so tightly wound, and you know a drink or two will help remedy that. Xiaojun watches as you pour yourself a drink, and when you catch him staring, he offers you another stunning smile.

“So are you really a vampire?” His fingers trail lightly over your arm, bringing you a little closer as a big lumbering guy bumps into the table, laughing loudly as he grabs a bottle of vodka and disappears back into the crowd.

“I was just nervous is all.” You explain loudly as whoever’s playing music just started a newer, louder song. “And my name is— my name is—“

A clump of frat guys comes whooping into the room, holding a smaller, skinnier boy aloft. The cheers of the crowd around you drown out all your attempts at telling Xiaojun your name, and he’s distracted as the guys, who you can only assume are his frat brothers, dump the guy into the middle of the floor, tumbling him over a sofa to a lot of raucous laughter.

The kid springs to his feet and laughs, dragging closer a boy dressed as a cat who licks the kid’s cheek.

“We’re about to start the maze race!” Shouts one of the guys who’d just dumped the kid on the ground. “Everyone who wants to join, choose your partner and meet out back in ten minutes!”

The cat boy whoops and lifts a bottle into the air, still hanging off the kid as they stumble toward a door you can only assume leads out to the backyard of the house.

“There’s a corn maze that runs up against the forest out back,” Xiaojun explains as the crowd begins to thin, the noise level of the room dropping as well. “The owners of that land let us use it for the party as long as we don’t leave too much damage. Winner of the race gets a weekend worth of servitude from the frat or at least three favors. Do you want to try?”

“Try what exactly?” You shiver a bit in the cool draft that suddenly blows through the room. “Stumble through a corn maze and a forest in the dark and the cold with a hundred drunk people?”

“It’s not so bad.” Xiaojun bumps his shoulder against yours. “I’m not saying I’ll help you cheat, but I’ll be your partner, and I can make sure you won’t get too lost.”

You bite your lip. You just worked up the courage to come to this party where you knew there would be light and heat and you wouldn’t get lost. You didn’t think you would then be stepping back out into the chilly night to wander around looking for the exit of a maze. But Xiaojun’s fingers are warm where they touch your arm, brush against your waist. His smile is so comforting even if he’s looking at you with those eerie eyes.

You sigh and sit down your drink. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Maybe it’s crazy to be going out into the dark like this to wander a maze with a boy you’ve know for less than ten minutes, but there is something so alluring about Xiaojun, something romantic and whimsical and wild about every moment since meeting him, an energy that has you magnetized.

“So if you win,” Xiaojun says as he takes your hand fully in his once again and walks out the back door with you. “If you win, you get a weekend of servitude or three favors. If I help you win, what do I get?”

You shrug. “What do you want?”

“My brothers are always teasing me, so maybe, if I help you win, then my prize could be a date?”

You look up at the sky as you consider his suggestion. It’s a clear night, the stars and a sizable chunk of the moon are visible, providing plenty of light even if the large bonfire blazing in the yard manages to blot out a portion of the sky with its smoke and sparks.

“All you want in return is a date? Does it have to be with me?” You tease, feeling a smile bubble to the surface.

Xiaojun barks out a laugh. “Not if you don’t want it to. I would prefer a date with you over anyone else, though. I don’t just ask any random party guest to go into a corn maze with me. Who knows where we could wander off to on a night like this? If I have to get lost in some Halloween magical place with anyone, I’d like it to be someone who I like.”

“Me?”

Xiaojun nods. “Yeah, you. Maybe it’s a bit superficial, but I think you’re really pretty. You seem nice and sweet and cute. I’d like to at least see, if you want, how a date would go, and what better way than to dive into a dark maze and race a hundred drunk people to the prize?”

You know he’s right. You cane here tonight to have fun, to step outside your comfort zone, and this is it.

“Over here!” Someone yells and you can see the flickering amber glow off the faces of some of Xiaojun’s frat brothers, a crowd gathering in front of them and a row of cornstalks flickering and wavering in shadow behind them. “Everyone gather round!”

“Come on,” Xiaojun says quietly, tugging lightly on your hand and you step forward with him to walk over there.

“Here’s the story of the corn maze tradition. Doyoung, you come tell it.” He waves another boy over who steps forward into the flamelight, dramatically holding a large leather-bound book.

You roll your eyes a little and glance at Xiaojun, but he’s watching Doyoung, too wrapped up in everything to notice you looking at him.

“One hundred years ago, back before this fraternity even existed here, there was a family that lived in this house.” His voice rings clear through the night, hauntingly echoing off the house and the field and the forest beyond, paired with the ominous crackling of the fire, low bass tones of the music inside, and haunting shrieks of laughter from around the front of the house.

“Back in those days, people didn’t lock their doors. Children ran wild in the streets with their friends, and Halloween night was the worst of them all. Late into the night kids would dress in costumes and fill the street to ask neighbors for treats or threaten tricks. The family that lived in this house was very strict, they didn’t believe in the tradition of celebrating Halloween, so when children came knocking, the family ignored their calls for treats.

“They were new in town, they didn’t know what it truly meant to the children here, they didn’t know how seriously it was taken, so when they gave no treats, the children have the tricks instead. It was late when the mother heard the sound of footsteps on the porch, the rustling of the corn field in the back was louder than normal, as if bodies moved through it, and what she at first heard as wind blowing against the house, she soon realized to be whispers surrounding the house.”

Somewhere in the gathered crowd, a girl gasped. Doyoung grins, scanning the crowd as he continues, “She woke her husband and sent him to see what she was hearing. No sooner had he left the bed than she saw a face peering through the window, and she leapt out of bed to follow him, but she could hear the whispers growing louder and giggling, the patter of footsteps around the house.

“They woke their children from their beds, holding them safely as they peered out their windows into the night. At first they saw nothing,” Doyoung pauses, then he turns his head slowly back to look into the cornfield before turning back to the crowd, and dramatically saying, “Then they saw them moving. Children moved through the cornstalks, creeping low across the yard toward the house, whispering and laughing, their pale eyes turned up to the windows, bizarre grins stretching their faces grotesquely. There was a knock on their front door.”

Three loud knocks sound, and you jump, clinging to Xiaojun’s arm.

“The father didn’t dare open the door. But he looked, and what he saw terrified him. A cluster of children all huddled on the doorstep with pale eyes and sickle grins, and now they stood close enough he could hear their whispers, understand what they said, and all he could do was turn to his family and tell them ‘run!’ So they broke through the back door and ran as fast as they could but the strange children surrounded them, corralling them, and their only place to go was into the field. They pushed deep into the field and into the forest where it all blends together. They were split apart and wandered deeper and deeper, and though one hundred years have passed since that fateful, fearsome night, many believe that they never found their way out of the fields and the forest that night.”

Doyoung snaps the heavy book shut, his eyes glowing and his grin stretching his lips as he tells them finally, “So tonight, as you run through this field’s maze, beware. Every twist and every turn may lead you to the same lost fate. And hopefully if you encounter any of the children, you won’t fail to give them any treats you might find along the way.”

“That’s a terrifying story.” You grasp Xiaojun’s arm and whisper.

He laughs a little. “That’s what happens when you have a frat brother who is studying creative writing and is very fond of Halloween. It’s all made up, babe. Don’t worry. I won’t let any ghosts get you.”

The first brother who had spoken to gather everyone around steps forward again, holding his arms up as he calls, “Remember, first one through the maze and out the exit wins! Whoever has the most treats on the other side wins a slightly less prize, but you can work that out with me and Lucas on the other side. But in the wise words of the father, Run!”

People surge forward spilling through a break in the corn stalks you hadn’t seen before, and you feel a burst of energy, a surge of adrenaline and something akin to crowd mentality that takes over and has you clasping Xiaojun’s hand and plunging into the maze.

The dark quickly envelops you, the light of the bonfire fades until it’s just a dull glow behind you and the moon and stars and the occasional glare of a cell phone flashlight illuminate the darkness.

“Which way?” You ask Xiaojun as you reach the first diverging paths. The people in front of you split off in opposite directions. Xiaojun doesn’t hesitate to run down the one that curves to the right.

For a few moments, there’s not much talking other than the occasional question of direction, the less often shout of surprise as someone barrels out of another converging pathway, mostly it’s just the sound of breathing and your feet beating the ground. You twist and turn and wind through the maze.

Xiaojun’s directions lead you into the forest, where stalks of corn blend with thick tree trunks, and when the night sky is blotted out by leaves and branches, as a stitch grows in your side, you slow a bit.

“Honestly, I’m not a fan of the dark.” You gasp, feeling a little breathless after running for a few consecutive moments. “Or all this running. Can we slow down?”

“You don’t want to win? Already trying to back out of that date with me?” He jokes, but he slows so you can walk side by side. “Or are you just trying to get more alone time with me out here in the quiet dark?”

“Or I’m trying not to trip and break anything in here. Do you have your phone?” You ask, sliding closer to him as you hear a branch snap in the dark. “My flashlight’s broken, so it’s no use.”

“I left mine back at the house. Sorry.” He wraps his arm around your waist, and you shiver.

Now that you’re not running and not standing anywhere at all near a fire, the cold is getting worse, and you’re once again reminded that your outfit is really not suitable for outdoor wear at this time of year.

“Are you cold?” Xiaojun asks. “Here, take my jacket.”

In the darkness you can really only hear him sliding out of his jacket, but a moment later warm leather is laid over your shoulders, comforting and smelling fantastic. You turn your face into the collar and inhale.

“Come on, I know the way through here.” Xiaojun’s fingers twist with yours. “Johnny, Lucas, and I did a walk through just earlier today. We had to map the whole maze for safety reasons, and I have a pretty good memory even in the dark. Though I think there is actually a second good way to the exit that doesn’t lead through the forest, now that I think about it.”

You groan and drop your head to his shoulder. “You couldn’t have remembered that earlier?”

“Sorry.”

“Or did you just want to get me alone in here for some alone time in the quiet dark?” You close your eyes and breathe in, and now, so close to his skin, you can smell that the delicious scent of his jacket comes from him. “Because I promise, Xiaojun, we didn’t have to come all the way out here if you wanted to make out.”

“Who said anything about that? I’m a gentleman. Wine and dine first, thank you.” But his hand sneaks low on your waist.

You really wouldn’t be upset if he wanted to make out. If he wanted to do more. He’s very good looking, he smells great. He seems kind and wonderful, and even if he wasn’t, even if this would just be a one night stand, you don’t think you would mind. Maybe something like that is exactly what you need.

“Do you want me to kiss you, babe? Is that why you brought it up?” He asks, his voice low and so suddenly seductive here in this dark place. You shiver, and this time it’s not from the cold.

Now your eyes are adjusting and you can slightly make out the outline of him as he turns, facing you a bit. You feel the faint heat of his hand as he lifts it up so close but not touching your cheek, and his warm breath is on your lips. He smells a little bit like beer but also like cinnamon and apples and something else and you want to bury your nose in his chest and just breathe him all in.

“Do you want me to kiss you? I want to hear you say it.”

Your answer comes out on a shaky, needy breath. “Yes.”

His lips are on yours in a heartbeat, his hand cupping your cheek, his arm bracing and warm against your back. You twist your fingers against his shirt, finding that your fingertips slip through one of those tears, and Xiaojun gasps or sighs at the feel of your fingers on his skin.

You open your mouth too and Xiaojun dips forward, his tongue teasing against yours before he pulls back just a little.

You whine, chase his lips. He laughs and presses his forehead to yours.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself if I kiss you again. We’ll never leave this maze then.”

“Would that be so bad?” Your fingers find purchase on his belt loops, and you tug a bit so Xiaojun comes flush against you again. “We’re alone out here. Uninterrupted. Can you say the same if we finish this maze and go back to the house?”

Xiaojun shakes his head. “No. Are you—Just to be clear, are you saying you want to have sex out here? Or are we still talking about just making out? Because either way I’m totally down with, but full disclosure, I don’t have a condom on me right now and also I can’t see anything at all because of these damn contact lenses.”

What are you saying? Is it crazy and too wild to have sex with a boy you’ve known for about half an hour? Is it crazier still to want to have sex with him in the forest-section of his frat’s corn maze? Possibly. But you do so want to do it.

You brush your mouth against his. “I want you, Xiaojun.”

“Okay.” He swallows hard, and then softly mutters a, “Fuck, okay. I’m clean, I swear, and I’ll pull out since I don’t have a condom. Oh, and part three of the full disclosure, uh, I’m a virgin. But I know what I’m doing, I promise.”

Your heart pounds a little harder.

You’re not a virgin. You’ve slept with one guy before, your high school boyfriend. It was a few times, none of them very good, and it’s been quite a while since then, but you feel nervous for being Xiaojun’s first.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Am I sure, what? That I’m a virgin? Yeah.” He steps back half a step and you hear the clink of a belt buckle.

You put a hand over his in the dark. “No, I mean, are you sure you want me to be your first? Do you want it to be out here like this?”

“Honestly, it’s not a huge deal to me.” Xiaojun says. “I know for some people it is, and they treat their virginity as a burden that they want to get rid of, or something very special that needs to have a whole occasion made out of its loss. And I’m not judging, I think it’s great for people to wait, and it’s fine for people to just want to get it over with. For me it’s been neither of those things, I just knew that I hadn’t met anyone I really wanted anything like sex with. But as soon as I saw you I thought you were beautiful. Kissing you, I just realized I definitely want you. Now the opportunity is here, I like you, and I don’t see any reason to say no as long as you want this too.”

“I definitely want this.” You curl an arm around the back of his neck and draw him in for another kiss, your lips magnetically drawn to each other in the dark. You murmur against his lips, “You could do me against a tree or on the ground right now, I don’t care so long as it’s you.”

“In that case,” Xiaojun gently presses you back a few steps and your back hits a tree trunk. The gentle force he uses combined with the way he immediately presses against you and kisses you, has you dripping in your panties, grasping at his shirt, and a moan spills from your lips.

His jacket slips from your shoulders, falling to the ground at your feet, and a moment later, as you dig your hands up under his shirt, running your fingers up over his warm stomach and chest, you push his shirt off him and let it fall to the ground as well. His hands move to the bottom of your skirt, pushing it up and his fingers twist in the netting of your tights. With a small tug they tear open.

You gasp, dragging his mouth sharply against yours to silence your sounds.

Somewhere nearby you hear the thudding of footsteps and laughter as other partygoers race through the maze, missing the pair of you tangled in the trees. Xiaojun freezes, breaking the kiss to twist around and search the pathway, but there’s no one there, and even if there was, they’re not likely to notice you and him.

“Back to me,” You tell him, turning his face back to you, wanting his mouth back to yours but he holds back as he looks at your face.

A stray beam of moonlight breaks through the dark canopy, and you blink as it shines right in your face, fluttering brightly for a moment before fading away again.

Xiaojun sighs, his hand slipping inside your torn tights and then even beyond your panties. “You’re so beautiful, like what are the fucking odds that I would run into you, someone as amazing as you?” He cups your cheek with one hand and then cups your pussy with the other.

You gasp and curve against him as his fingers brush over your entrance, tease against your clit.

“Xiaojun,” You sigh his name so softly it could almost be the rustling of the leaves. “Xiaojun, kiss me again.”

He moves forward then, as if he was only just waiting for you to ask. His fingers glide between your folds, and when you whine and push your hips forward into his touch, he smiles into the kiss, “You’re so wet. Is it always like this?”

You laugh and gasp as he inserts a finger inside you and right away curls it pleasantly. “Usually. But I’m also just very, very into you, Xiaojun. Oh, God, do that again.”

His lips brush your neck, and he nibbles a bit, sucking lightly. His finger curls inside you, his thumb swirling on your clit.

“Are you sure you’re a virgin? Have you done this bit before?” You grip his shoulder as your legs shake. “You’re very good with your fingers.”

“All these years playing guitar must mean something.”

You think about the rough feel of his fingertips earlier when he first took your hand. Callouses from playing guitar. “Are you a musician?”

“Yeah. Well, I’m trying to be.” He grinds his palm up against your clit, three fingers deep inside you suddenly and you tuck your face into his neck, dripping down his fingers and flooding his palm with your wetness. “I sing, play guitar, dance. I’ve tried to persuade some of the guys to make a--”

You cut off his next words as you capture his lips with yours.

You groan into the kiss, your sounds muffled by his lips as your walls flutter around his fingers, your orgasm tingling through you, your toes curl in your shoes, and Xiaojun presses you deeper against the tree to keep you from trembling too hard.

And it’s then that you realize he’s trembling too. He’s so hard, his erection digs against your belly and ever so slightly Xiaojun grinds his hardness against you. His kiss grows hungry, and he even lets out a soft growl.

You push a hand into his hair, lightly pulling back on him. “Want to feel you inside me.” You reach down, fingertips finding his belt buckle which falls apart under your touch, and you reach lower.

Xiaojun drops his head into the crook of your neck, his lips and tongue and teeth leaving his mark behind.

“And you teased me earlier about being a vampire,” You shiver, biting back a moan when his teeth clamp gently against your collarbone, scraping lightly. “Are you sure it’s not you?”

Xiaojun hums, the vibrations against your skin doing something strange to you. He swipes his tongue over the spot and moves on without a word, kissing over the exposed part of your chest, up your throat again, just so fascinated with your neck.

You pump your hand over his length, teasing around his tip. “Do you want to be inside me, Xiaojun? Want me to press you to this forest floor, ride you here in the shadows while you ravage my neck like this?”

He grinds up into the circle of your fingers. “Wanna fuck you like this, up against this tree.” His chin tilts up and he brushes his lips against yours, his hands move down to your thighs, his fingers slotting through the netting of your tights. He lifts one of your thighs up to his hip, shifting forward so you are firmly pinned between Xiaojun and the rough bark of the trunk, his hard cock in your grip slots perfectly against you. “Want you to feel like you’re under my control.”

“Ooh, dominant?” You raise an eyebrow, twist your wrist slightly and Xiaojun bucks forward, humping against you in the process. “Are you sure about that? I could take good care of you, Xiaojun, baby.”

His lips tilt up amusedly. “Tempting, but I like being in control.”

You withdraw your hand from his pants, and he leans back a bit as you trail your fingers that were just on his cock now over his cheek. “I think you don’t really know just yet what you like, but okay. For tonight. Fuck me, I’m yours.”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean.” Xiaojun pushes his jeans open and you look down as if you could actually see his cock, but the lighting here in the trees is still awful. You feel his warm breath on your cheek as he says, “Don’t say you’re mine if you don’t mean it. Don’t say ‘for tonight’ unless you really mean that this will happen again.”

You fix your fingers into his hair again, raise your head to meet his gaze, holding it firmly as you say. “Fuck me, Xiaojun. Tonight, I’m yours.”

“Honestly, when tonight started off with you, I didn’t think it would turn out like this.” You feel his fingers shifting against your panties, pulling them aside to meet the cool night air, and a moment later there’s the dull warm press of his dick. “You didn’t strike me as the type to do something like this, have sex with a stranger, have sex out like this where anyone could see us. You seemed like a very nervous kind of person.”

“I definitely am. You’ve just brought out this side of me.” You carefully shift, opening yourself up to him more. “But just in case, you’d better hurry before I change my mind.”

Xiaojun smiles, “We both know you’re not going anywhere.”

You shiver at his tone, at the truth that his words hold, at the sudden slip and press as he fits his tip inside you.

He groans and murmurs something indecipherable, dropping his head to your shoulder again. You curl your leg around his hip, trying to subtly get him to sink further inside you, and it works. The farther into you Xiaojun sinks, the greater it feels. You can tell that he gets wider toward the base, and the stretch is amazing. You press your face into his hair, grasp his shoulders, moan his name so quietly.

When he bottoms out, he reaches for your other leg, pulling it up to his hip, and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. The roughness of the tree’s bark really digs against your back now, but the pleasure of his cock inside you erases that slight pain.

“Good?” He checks with you. You nod, pet the back of his head. “Keep going?”

“Mm, yeah.” You squeeze your fingertips into his shoulder.

Xiaojun starts moving and you murmur soft encouragements, moaning his name, telling him how good he feels inside you. You know he probably won’t last long, so you reach a hand between your bodies to touch your clit, and just that--the soft feel of your hand against his chest, the knowledge that you’re touching yourself while he’s inside you, he swears, fucks you faster with his hands on your hips, driving your back up the trunk.

When he gives you one good, hard, deep thrust, you can’t help the yelp and following moan of his name that leave you lips.

“You like that one?” Xiaojun asks.

“Yeah, yes I do!” You bury your face in his throat as he bounces you on his cock, and you rub at your clit, biting back your moans. You see flashlights flickering in the distance, hear echoed laughter and shrieks, and you remember that any one of those other partygoers in the maze could come across you at any time, and a thrill tingles through you.

Xiaojun shudders as he feels your walls fluttering around him, a precursor to your orgasm which you can feel rapidly building.

His lips are on your throat again, sucking at your sensitive skin, and he’s got your hips pinned to the tree as he rocks into you quickly, chasing his orgasm, and you don’t want to let him go but without the safety net of a condom, you don’t want to risk it.

Xiaojun moans your name, “Fuck, I’m close. Want you to cum for me. Please, I need to feel you cum for me.”

Your body obeys him. Your orgasm ripples through you, slowly tearing you to shreds on his cock, your fingers stimulating your clit until you can’t take it anymore. Your walls clench around him, squeezing him, and Xiaojun bites at the joint of your neck and shoulder.

He pulls back quickly, just in time. You feel his hot cum shooting over your thigh, dripping over your fishnets and the inside of your skirt.

“That was amazing.” Xiaojun kisses your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, and finally your lips. You twist your arms around his shoulders, dig your fingers into his hair, and slowly you lower your legs from his hips to the ground again. You kiss for a moment, mostly because you’re already needing to cling to him as your legs tingle from numbness.

Eventually the chill of the October night sinks back in, and you remember you’re very nearly naked out in this weather. Xiaojun steps away, tucking his dick away in his pants, and he crouches down to gather his shirt and his jacket from the ground. The shirt he pulls back on, and the jacket he hands back to you again, draping it’s comforting smell over your shoulders.

It’s as you move to shrug the jacket on that you feel the slight burn on your back.

“I think I have scratches on my back from that tree bark.” You groan, shaking some feeling back into your legs.

“Sorry, baby.” Xiaojun kisses your shoulder. “When we get back to the house, want to shower off with me? I can lock my roommate out and we can have some more comfortable sex?”

You smile and reach your hand up, pushing your fingers through the hair at the back of Xiaojun’s head. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

So you definitely don’t come in first in the race through the maze. Actually, by the time that you and Xiaojun wander out together hand-in-hand, a few of his frat brothers are standing around nervously, but upon laying eyes on the pair of you and the rumpled states of you--torn stockings, wrinkled shirt, grass and leaves in your hair and clothes--they laugh and turn back to the house.

Xiaojun shakes his head, and holding your hand in his, you walk together back toward the party.

Maybe this party wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

a/n: this isn’t the xiaojun fic I set out to write, but I’m happy with it nonetheless, and I hope you all are too! Happy Halloween (or day after Halloween or whatever day of the year it is when you’re actually reading this)! 🕷🕸🍂👻

I did consider making this a werewolf au since I never posted the third part of the vampire jungwoo thing in which xiaojun made an appearance as a werewolf, hendery as a vampire, and yangyang as a witch

#xiaojun #xiaojun smut #nct #wayv #wayv smut #nct smut

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i feel like anakin's brain just went to static when he first met danny, ANOTHER sweet. handsome man who looks exactly like his master??? ruined.

that was exACTLY the premise we run off of. every time. like, here’s a rundown of the premises of the 5 rps we’ve done with danny (4 completed; the 5th one is underway) and the quotes of anakin and danny’s first meetings:

- danny is a slave in the outer rim. anakin crash landed on that planet and danny tends to anakin till he awakes.

There’s the sound of shuffling, and movements, and Anakin can feel the man’s presence in the Force so vividly. His signature is uncannily familiar, and so is his voice. And then he sits down and... “Master?” Anakin makes to sit up by reflex only to promptly wince. He’s forced to lay still, shivering while the pain ebbs away. He breathes, and takes a closer look. The man looks exactly like Obi-Wan when he was younger - or Obi-Wan under that beard, really, because Anakin suspects his master hasn’t aged a day since his own knighting.

- right at the end of AOTC, anakin is rejected by padme and in a fit of despair, comes straight to palpatine and falls right there. he’s been vader for a year when palps manages to buy danny as a slave and gives him to anakin as a “gift” but more like a test. (jokes on him, they fall in love)

For all of his lauded perception and ability in using the Force for premonition, he has not expected it to come in the form of this.

The human man is dressed scantily in a way that reveals more than conceals, and certainly insufficient to fend against the cold of space travels. He is leashed, collared, and his mannerism is awfully submissive. Vader can viscerally sense the press of a tracking chip, an explosive device, a catalyst, installed somewhere in this man’s flesh. It’s a buried memory he does not want to excavate.

Most of all, the man looks identical to Obi-Wan Kenobi.

For a moment Vader’s mind has stuttered - just briefly, before he regains composure and examines the man’s signature. Very similar, but this is not Kenobi. Relief courses through him before he could analyze it. There is no time to dwell on the sentiment. His master is waiting for due gratitude.

- a modern fantasy au in which vampires qui-gon (born in the middle ages) and obi-wan (born 1886) adopt 9yo human child anakin who lost his mom. anakin grows up, goes to college in a different city, and comes across danny (who’s also immortal bc he’s a witch).

"Sorry! Sorry, I wasn't looking." Anakin says, stumbling back. Without thinking, he reaches up to stabilize the person by the shoulders. And then he looks up, and—

"Master?" Anakin blurts, a little too loudly. No, wait, that's not him. He's clean shaven... But what the hell: pale, kind eyes; hair auburn in the sunless afternoon - he looks exactly like Obi-Wan otherwise.

Shit, does he have a kid?

- danny is kidnapped by a bunch of pirates who think he’s obi-wan. they torture him and send a holovid to the council, demanding ransom. obi-wan and anakin engage on a rescue mission. here’s when they first watch the holovid:

Anakin’s stomach gives a vicious lurch. He‘s taken a small step forward without even realizing, hand latching onto Obi-Wan’s forearm in a vise-tight grip. He’s no stranger to seeing decimated bodies and flogging wounds, ever since he was four. But that... that’s Obi-Wan’s face. Even when washed in blue, it is unmistakably his master, from the downsloped crease of his hooded eyelids to the mole in the middle of his right cheekbone. Whoever that is - a clone, a transfigured person, an animated puppet, - he looks the way Obi-Wan does when he exits a battle worn and wounded. Anakin feels sick to the point of vertigo, even though Obi-Wan is standing right next to him in flesh and bone, hand warm under layers of robes, solid in his grip.

“We have to rescue him,” Anakin blurts, at once. “I don’t ca— It matters not who he is.”

- obi-wan, age 14, has horrible nightmares of the overlook (yes it still exists; we keep all of danny’s shine power and just make it Force-related stuff). qui-gon brings him to stewjon and they discover danny there, alone and orphaned. danny’s too old to be a jedi so qui-gon asks dooku to help out and dooku gives him some lite-training. the kenobi twins don’t rly grow up together but remain close. Fast forward to around the time of TPM, danny becomes a healer at the temple. here’s his and baby anakin’s first meeting:

Anakin does know that he’s really sick of the infirmary.

It’s not that the healers are unkind; they’re okay, they’re a lot nicer than the people he’s grown up around. It’s the infirmary itself, and the smell of bacta, and the beeping of monitors, and all the steely instruments that makes it really cold here. Not cold like the air is cold, just... cold, in the feeling. And nobody really talks to him. They’re too busy, he knows, so he can’t bother them, but he really, really wants to see Obi-Wan maybe, because he doesn’t know anyone else here—

Oh, there he is!

“Obi-Wan?” He perks up in his bed. The other healer circles around the bed, and Anakin leans forward. “Hello! How are you? Are you okay?”

“Oh, no, I’m not Obi-Wan,” the man says, holding out his hand. “I’m his brother, Danny. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Anakin.”

Anakin’s eyes widen. “He has a brother? Wow... You look just like him!” He takes Danny’s hand with both of his own and gives it a hearty shake. “Nice to meet you too.”

actually we have a 6th rp with danny but it’s a... modern au where anakin is a cat so it’s kinda different lmao none of that first meeting stuff here. but YEAH, like, dammit. it’s great, i adore each and every single iteration of danakin first meetings and i could write that shit over and over again

#anon #ask #danno kenobi #anakin skywalker

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bang-to-the-tan · 5 years

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Moth to Flame

Chapter 14

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Anal Sex, Slight Stockholm Syndrome?, Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry…

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“And how are we doing today?”

You hum into your coffee with a grimace, eyes not straying from the television.

Hoseok somehow takes your grim silence as an invitation to get closer, vaulting himself over the edge of the couch and plopping down beside you with a deep noise of personal satisfaction. A sharp breath of pain leaves your throat when the bounce jostles you, your legs, your abused holes.

“Sorry,” he adds, quick, and you almost believe him. When you throw a tired look his way, he’s got this weird half-smile on, lips stretched straight across his face. It pushes his cheeks up into his eyes. When your gazes meet, he waggles his brows at you. It’s so close to cute, but you aren’t in the mood. “How are you feeling?”

“Are you going to keep asking me that until I answer?” you mutter, turning back to the tv.

“Yeah, probably.”

“I’m feeling shitty.”

“How’s your ass?”

“Feels shitty.”

“Yoongi really gave it to you yesterday.”

“He did indeed.” You take another careless sip of your coffee. This morning, you managed to complain loud enough to Namjoon that he went and got you milk and sugar for it before he left to go and do his mysterious ‘vampire stuff’. It’s still way too strong, but at least palatable. You even had a croissant when you got up—real food. Not exactly a king’s breakfast, but something. He promised to fill the cupboards for you when he got back, and you intend to keep him to it.

“When is it my turn?”

“We aren’t taking turns.”

“Weird, that’s not what you said yesterday.”

“Can I help you Hoseok? I’m trying to watch my show.”

There’s a pause.

“Animal planet?”

“I like the little furry things.”

“Same.”

“I’m not talking about genitals.”

“Oh. Then I take it back.”

Silence sinks back in and you go back to absently imagining throttling him, half-listening to the narrator talk ceaselessly about mongoose. Mongeese? The little guy on the screen takes down a snake and damn near bites its head off. Wouldn’t it be cool if you had sharp little teeth and quick reflexes like that? Not sure the ego trip is worth it, though. Present company very much included.

“You aren’t getting rid of me today.” Oh, good. He’s decided to continue talking.

“Am I not?”

“No yoga studio today. Joon’s going looking for covens. Even Yoongi’s headed out. It’ll just be you and me.”

“Oh, good. Just what I wanted.”

Hoseok chuckles, the sound far too low in his chest. “I know it is.”

“No fucking today, Hoseok,” you throw pleading, exasperated look at him, shoulders sagging. “Come on, I’m seriously hurting.”

He raises his hands, palms forward, in a sign of surrender. He makes an expression that’s all innocence, wrongfully accused. “I’m just teasing you, pretty girl. It’s okay. We won’t do anything. If you wanna chill and watch your boring animal planet, that is all you’ll do.”

Uh-huh. Right.

“I’ll tell Namjoon.” You threaten.

“Ooooh. Wouldn’t wanna get in trouble with the boss.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Hey.” Yoongi’s deep drawl comes from behind the sofa. You pay no mind to the shiver that slinks down your frame at just the sound of his voice. “I’m going out.”

“Hey.” you and Hoseok echo at the same time.

“Did a good job on the couch,” Hoseok pipes up, cheerful. “Can’t even really tell there was a foursome on it 24 hours ago. Mostly.”

“Thanks.”

You don’t hear him moving. Is he watching the show with you? You can’t tell. What do you suppose Yoongi’s opinion of mongoose is? Are?

“Hey,” he says again, quieter.

“Hey?” you mumble, sensing that he might be addressing you.

“I...I’m sorry. For yesterday.”

“Sorry about fucking your ass like a maniac,” Hoseok clarifies helpfully. “Imagine that on a card.”

Yoongi ignores him. “I’m gonna go...try and get something to eat. I’m sorry...for what I said.” He draws a breath through his teeth. “Threatening.”

“...it’s okay.” you say after a beat.

“I’m sorry for the other things I said, too. Calling you stuff.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi.” It isn’t fine, not really. You aren’t sure how you feel about being called a slut when they’re no better, but the threatening to kill you feels like it should be crossing a very specific line. On the other hand...you can’t shake the sense that he’s being honest. Like he’s actually sorry. You won’t look at him, though. You know exactly what kind of look he has on his face. The kind of deeply hungry look etched into his very skin. And if he’s any worse off than he was yesterday, you aren’t sure either of you would survive if you made eye contact.

Out of the corner of your vision, you catch movement. A long, veiny hand, hovering over the couch. You’re afraid for a moment that it might be reaching for you, but instead, he drifts towards Hoseok’s shoulder. It hesitates, as if waiting for a reprimand, but eventually touches down and curls faintly, familiarly.

“Sorry for hazing you, Hope.”

Hoseok snorts. But his tone is genuine as you’ve ever heard him. “It’s alright. I know you aren’t okay.”

“I mean it.” He's oddly insistent. “I won’t do it again without permission.”

Hoseok nods, pouting absently. “‘Kay.”

Yoongi’s hand lingers before it slips off, and you aren’t sure what, exactly, sort of vibe is filling the atmosphere.

“Good luck,” Hoseok adds, oddly gentle.

“Thanks.” You can hear him travelling down the hallway to the front door. He has a habit of dragging his feet. The door is, by comparison, almost unbearably loud, and when it shuts, it shuts everything into a muted silence.

There’s a blissful quiet, but you can tell that Hoseok isn’t the kind of person to stay quiet for very long. He starts twitching, sniffing, scratching his neck, trying and failing to feign interest in your show.

“Heard you met Jackson.”

There it is. It’s begun. You resist the urge to sigh. “Yep.”

“What did you think about Yugyeom?”

“Who?”

“The baby of the coven. Sweet kid.”

“I didn’t meet any of the others.”

“Oh.”

Again, a silence settles between you. The mongoose on screen darts furiously, little legs spurring it over terrain with that kind of desperation that small animals are so good at.

“Mark’s nice, too.”

“Do you really have nothing better to do?” You crane to peer at him in exasperation, brow furrowed.

“I want to hang out with you.” Funny, considering he isn’t looking you in the eye.

“We haven’t interacted at all unless it was for sex.”

“I know!” He throws up his hands, flopping backwards dramatically. “That’s the thing! But Namjoon seems to be really caught up in you. I’m curious, okay?”

“I don’t know what to tell you but all you’re doing is making things awkward.”

“No.” There’s a weird tone in his voice that convinces you to look back to him. His grin has disappeared, and when he shrugs, it’s heavy, like the world is up there. “No, I don’t have anything better to do. And, I...honestly, not to be mean, but I can’t stand animal planet, alright?”

“What psycho doesn't like animals?”

“Animals are fine, it’s not the animals, just—like, okay, I get it!” He waves at the screen. “He’s really fast and he’s gonna eat smaller things and something bigger is probably gonna eat him. I get it. Once you’ve watched one, you’ve watched all of them.”

“What would you rather do, then, huh?”

“Anything! Let’s go out.”

“I’m not leaving this couch. I cannot walk.”

“We can do anything else. Anything.”

“What if I don’t want to do something with you?”

“Sheesh, I just want to get to know you.”

“I don’t know you!” you burst, throwing your own hands ceiling ward, rolling your eyes. “I don’t know any of you! I don’t know me! So sorry not sorry, it’s tough that you’re bored, but what I wanna do is sit here and watch animal planet until my taint stops fucking hurting!”

“Do you want to?”

“Do I want to what.”

“Know me. I don’t mind talking about it.”

“You don’t seem to mind talking, full stop.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he adds, “Anything to distract from animal planet. Anything.”

“Alright, fine.” you lean back with a huff, rolling your eyes. “Tell me your story, Hoseok. Animal planet stays on during.”

“Poor family.” he starts off much less dramatically than you’d have thought he would, just diving right into it. “Really poor. Dirt poor. Ma and Pa worked triple, just to keep food on the table. Me and my sister worked too, soon as we could, delivering papers and stuff.”

“...You have a sister?”

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah.” You can hear the shuffle of the fabric, feel the displacement as he moves to copy you, sinking further into the sofa’s cushions. “I did. I got really into music, too. Music, y’know, it doesn’t care, where you’re from. What you know, who you know. Started making it. Shitty stuff, really bad.”

“How bad?”

“Incredibly bad.”

“I believe it.”

“Don’t be rude.”

You shrug, watching a mole dig a hole and wiggle into it with a faint feeling of jealousy. “Beginners are bad.”

“Yeah, well. I got better. Once Yoongi and I met...I mean—”

You crane your head, throwing him a surprised raise of your brows. “You knew each other? Like before?”

The dark expression that flits across his face reminds you of who he is. Who he’s been to you, regardless of the person he’s talking about now. His grin isn’t friendly. “What did I say about interrupting?” he muses, low, but he cocks his head and returns his empty stare to the television. “It was like magic. He could write like the devil, make all these tracks that made you feel things...He was a music god and I prayed in his church every day I could.”

“So the…” you make fangs on either side of your mouth with your fingers. He pretends he doesn’t see you.

“I don’t know where he got it. He said he knew a way to the top. He said...we’d never die.” Here, he chuckles, but like the smile, there’s no warmth in it. “I thought he meant by being famous. Y’know, like a sane person.”

“Yoongi changed you?”

“Yeah. He did.”

Hoseok shifts on the couch again, his gaze turning into thoughtful as he reminisces. The light of the television plays off his hair, his fine cheekbones and long eyelashes. You think briefly of how that must have looked. A different version of him. A hardworking boy promised a way up through the rungs of his passion. He’s kind of understandable when you think of him that way. Doesn’t excuse his behavior, in your opinion. But understandable.

“We fell out for a while. My family grew old without me. I went to my mom’s funeral in a disguise. My sister...I mean, by the end, she didn’t even recognize me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It’s how things are supposed to be. I’m just not...supposed to be stuck for them. I’m supposed to go through them too. But he was still there for me. And eventually I came back to him. Scared of being alone, I guess. Together, we met Jin and Namjoon. And that’s...I mean, that’s pretty much it.”

The tv switches to a commercial break, and above the glare of super-powered objects that will surely change your life for the better, the shouting people telling you exactly what you’re missing, you finally enjoy a pause of real silence that lasts longer than two minutes. Hoseok seems to have fallen out of whatever chatty mood had spurred this impromptu baring of his soul, but you aren’t sure, now that you have it, whether you preferred it when he was talking. The commercial break turns to a news report and suddenly Jin’s face is appearing on the screen, handsome eyes dark and expression serious. Suit sharp, hands clasped businesslike on the table in front of him. He’s reporting on this and that, talking about celebrities you don’t know, people in offices of power that you don’t remember. None of it particularly interests either of you as far as you can tell. Neither of you really belongs here anyways.

Until a picture flashes on the screen that you immediately recognize.

“Oh shit.” Hoseok exhales sharply next to you. You’re inclined to agree with him.

It’s you. Standing next to Namjoon in his hoodie and Yoongi’s sweatpants, scarf wrapped carelessly about your shoulders. It’s a little blurry, but there’s no mistaking either of you, even with Namjoon halfway turned away from the camera. Ahead, the sharp lights of the store, and all around you the racks of reasonably priced outfits.

“In other news, we’ve received an anonymous tip about the whereabouts of a local wanted criminal—” Oops, you’re having a really hard time breathing. Local wanted criminal? Namjoon. Oh, fuck. “—posted on social media, with the comment, quote, ‘look at that guy—”

Hoseok moves, scrambling for his phone stashed away in his back pocket, brow furrowed.

Those kids. Those teens. Oh, shit.

“—do not try to engage, and instead call law enforcement with the street address—”

How can Jin stay so calm, ratting his brother out like that? You scrutinize his face in shock, looking for some indication, some way out. But he only continues on, steely, unmoved.

“—for her involvement in the riots that have been plaguing—”

Wait.

Did he say “her”?...

“Namjoon,” Hoseok says from next to you. He must have gotten his phone out, punched in the numbers to connect him to the other man. “Yeah, uh, everything’s okay with us, but...”

Another picture flashes on the screen.

It’s you again.

But this time, it’s a mugshot. Your hair’s wild. Your makeup is smeared. And there’s a look in your eyes you don’t remember ever wearing in your life. But it’s you. You see that face in the mirror as often as you can bear it.

“—while authorities confirm, and continue the search for the suspect.”

“Again, if you see this woman, do not engage. Report to your nearest law enforcement office as soon as you can. Stay safe.” Jin finishes.

“Namjoon, I think we have a problem.”

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#moth to flame #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts vampire au #bts x reader #HI KENNA HOW ARE THINGS HOW ARE WE FEELING #congrats babey you got itttt #yeah this chap fuckin fought me idk #better luck next time champ lmao peaceee

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AU: Helloooo how are you all ? I hope you’re all doing fine and that you’re safe. I haven’t posted anything for a quite long time, sorry, collège is stealing my time ahah. Here is one fanfic I wrote on a break at college! Hope you’ll like it!

Summary: Sam is so done to be stuck in the middle of his brother and his angel’s constant flirting. This has to end, he has a devious plan to make them both confess their feelings.

A devious plan (Destiel)

That day, Sam Winchester had enough. The sexual tension between his stupid brother and his stubborn Angel was becoming unbearable. Yet, neither of them had the guts to admit their feelings.

Sam was powerless in this exhausting situation. He was always in the middle of those two, and every time it was like he was caught up in a couple fight. It was enough! Today he’ll break this infernal spiral because it was Toxic and heartbreaking for the three of them.

The younger brother had conceived a whole plan in his head, a truly devious plan. Since his brother was too proud to admit that he really liked Castiel, Sam will make him spit the truth by force. He’ll make him believe that he’s interested in the Angel to drive him mad until Dean loses it. Sam will play dumb like he had no idea of their feelings. That was gonna be a sweet revenge for Sam.

He will teach both of them a lesson they will be force to learn and that they will remember for sure.

They were on a vamp nest case today. Some kids went missing and people reported strange sounds coming from the street. A woman even claimed she saw a man covered in blood yesterday. Of course, the first question Sam asked her was pretty obvious.

« Miss Pratt, why didn’t you call the police yesterday then? When you saw that woman? »

As usual, Sam was staring at the potential suspect with his piercing eyes. It was like he knew everything you might possibly tell him and therefore, he was only testing you. He could either make you freak out so bad that you needed to confess right away or make you weak in the knee. I must say that either way you ended up telling him everything he needed. This was how Sam Winchester worked.

In this precise case, the woman seemed to have been the victim of the second option. She was staring back at Sam intently with shiny blue eyes. She was pretty good looking even considering the recent events which were noticeable due to the bags under her eyes. She was about Sam’s age and the hunter decided he would take advantage of the situation. He wanted her to hit on him in front of his brother so that he could nicely turn her advances down. That will definitely catch Dean’s attention.

« I guess I was scared, and I wasn’t sure of what I saw, what I think I saw. I thought nobody would have believed me. But now I realize that I should have called the police. I’m sorry. » she answered with a shaking voice.

« It’s okay, as long as you’re telling us the truth now. Was there anything weird on that woman ? Except the blood of course. Any detail could be important. »

She hesitated for a moment and then she started to talk again with an uncertain look.

« I’m not sure, but ... »

« You can tell us, me anything Aria. We will believe you. » Sam added with a little smile.

« I might be crazy but I think she had fangs, like vampire fangs »

« You’re not crazy, thank you for your time. »

Sam leaned forward to pick his phone that « accidentally » felled from his pocket and « inadvertently » knocked the cup of coffee on his way up. The cup shattered on the wooden floor and the brown liquid spread everywhere. Of course, Sam pretended it was an accident and Dean mocked his little brother for being the trouble maker for once.

« Oh my god! I’m really sorry miss Pratt, can I help you clean this mess? » Sam asked with little concern in his voice.

The woman, -whose name was Aria- had a quicker reaction than Sam and caught a napkin on the table before he could.

« Oh no no don’t worry! It happens! » She answered.

When she bent herself in front of Sam -which, Sam was certain, she did on purpose- Dean winked at his brother.

« Come on dude, don’t you see the signs? That woman is blinking like a traffic light.» Dean whispered

Sam couldn’t help a little chuckle from his throat. He couldn’t get enough of his brother and his constant sex allusions which, by the way, didn’t make any sense sometimes. The woman interrupted his train Of thoughts as she got up.

« I would have offered you another cup but, I’m afraid I’m running out of coffee. » she made a small pause as if she was scared of her next words. « But, if you like, I can offer you one » she almost whispered.

This was exactly what Sam wanted to happen. Everything was just perfect for now.

« Oh! I’m sorry but I have to refuse. It would have been a pleasure but I need to focus on the case right now. »

If Sam hurt her feelings nobody would have known.

« Right, of course. Good luck to you gentlemen. »

She then, gently directed us towards the way out and the second Sam crossed the door Dean went completely hysterical.

« What the hell Sammy? This woman wanted you and you refused? Have you seen her? We don’t have any research to do we both know that it’s a vampire nest that we’re looking for. »

Dean almost yelled.

« Yeah so? She was hot but not my type. » Sam said whilst trying to look enigmatic.

« Not your type? Are you sick Sammy? Is there anything I need to know ‘bout you ? » he said with a truly concerned tone.

« No I’m not sick Dean. I’m just not in the mood. Besides, I have someone on my mind and I can’t do that. »

There, Sam said it and Dean was now staring at him with wide eyes.

« WHAT? Who is she Sammy? Another crazy ass bitch like Ruby? » he screamed

« That was low Dean. He’s not crazy, he’s different. »

Dean stopped in the side of the road.

« A he ? You’re thinking about a he ? You’re gay? »

Dean was so surprised that it looked like his eyes would just pop out of his head.

« I’m not gay, I’m pan. »

« What is pan ? » dean asked suspiciously

« It means that I do not care about the genre of the person. I only care about the person and his or her mentality. »

« Well, okay. Who is he then ? »

« I’m not sure if I should tell you. » Sam said playing dramatic.

« Oh come on Sam! I’m your brother. Tell me. » Dean was starting to to be annoyed. Perfect.

« Okay I’ll tell you but you can’t tell anyone. »

Sam suddenly felt like a teenage boy again and he was dying of amusement inside. Dean made no answer but it was pretty clear with the look on his face that he wanted Sam to continue.

« Ok, it’s Cas. »

For a minute I though that Dean had an attack. When he finally moved again I could see a very weird expression on his face. My revelation hurt him because he finally realized that Cas was not to take for granted. As long as their relation was blurry anything could happen. If someone had the guts to make a declaration to the Angel and that the Angel accepted it Dean would be left aside. He’ll end up blaming himself because he left the only good thing in his life.

« I like him, like, really really like him. I think I might be in love with him. » Sam added.

« No you’re not. You’re definitely not In love with Cas. » Dean reacted.

« What do you mean I’m not in love your Cas? I just told you I am! And I’m gonna ask him out today. »

Dean got out of the car and slammed baby’s door. Sam followed.

« What’s wrong with you Dean ? Dammit get over yourself you can’t stand that I like an other man ? Really ? »

« No Sammy it has nothing to do with you. You can like anyone but not Cas. »

« But why ? Why not Cas ? » Sam asked again

« Because Cas is mine okay! You can’t be in love with Cas and ask him out because I do ! I won’t watch my brother kiss the man I am so desperately in love with! » Dean finally shouted.

The plan had worked. Dean had confessed his love for the Angel.

« Of course you are, and of course I’m not Dean. »

When Dean understood the meaning to that he started to cry and I thought he was about to kick my ass.

« Why did you ... why would you do this? »

« Trust me I’m helping you right now Dean. Turn around. »

Cas was there. He showed up minutes ago when he heard his name being said again and again as we were fighting. He needed to hear this too.

« You like me ? » Cas asked

« Of course I love you stupid Angel. Don’t you dare like someone else. »

« How could I ever? I love you too Dean. I thought it was pretty obvious when I saved you all those times. I even abandoned heaven and God for you, only for you. »

And so the story ends, the beautiful story of how Sam Winchester help the two men in his life to get together. We always knew you were such a fangirl Sam.

Please let me know what you think about this story and support me on Archiveofourown ❤️ my username is « ClaireMcKenzieFraser »

#supernatural #supernatural family #supernatural fandom #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #castiel novak #deancas #jensen ackles #misha collins #love #cute #sam winchester #jared padalecki #angel

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hils79 · 4 years

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Fic Tag Game

I saw this on @kholran’s tumblr, liked it to fill in later and then promptly forgot. Don’t check Tumblr as soon as you wake up, fam. You will forget what you did an hour later. Anyway, this looks fun and now that I’m actually writing regularly again I thought I’d give this a go.

Name: Hils

I am an ancient internet crone who, when I set up a Livejournal back in 2001, decided to just use a version of my actual name. I’m some version of Hils most places.

Fandoms: Since this is specifically about fic, I’m going to limit it to fandoms I’ve written in. Because otherwise we’d be here all night. I’m also not going to include fandoms where I only wrote one fic on a whim. All of the below are fandoms where I’ve written two fics or more.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: This was my first experience with online fandom and still the longest and most prolific time I’ve spent in any fandom I think. My ship of choice was Buffy/Spike. I’ll be honest, when it became canon on the show I kind of lost interest. Be careful what you wish for :D

Pirates of the Caribbean: Yeah, I have a think for enemies to lovers. Jack/Norrington was my ship of choice here. This was also my first m/m OTP.

Lord of the Rings RPF: This was my first RPF fandom (I know it's not for everyone don't judge me) and my pairing of choice was Sean Bean/Viggo Mortensen. It was a pretty small pairing even in terms of LOTRRPF but I had a lot of fun.

Smallville: I started shipping Clark and Lex from pretty much the first episode. Which was funny because I’ve been a Superman fan since I was a little kid and never expected to end up here. This was another big fandom for me where I wrote a lot. It’s second after Buffy for number of fics I’ve posted.

Merlin: This was another one where I started shipping Merlin/Arthur from pretty much the beginning. It’s funny that, as a Brit, this is the only British fandom I’ve ever been in.

Supernatural: Another big one. I’d watched the show from pretty much the beginning but it wasn’t until Castiel arrived in season 4 that I started writing fic. This is my third biggest fandom in terms of number of fics published and it’s also responsible for my two longest fics

Marvel: I’m using this as a broad umbrella to cover a bunch of different MCU movies, the comics, and the Agents of SHIELD TV show. Pairings I have written are: Tony/Pepper, Tony/Steve, Steve/Bucky, Phil/Clint

The Man From UNCLE: I grew up watching repeats of the old 60s show which I adored, and then the movie came out and was also fantastic, so my fics cover both the movie universe and the TV universe. Mostly Napoleon/Ilya with some Napoleon/Gaby/Ilya thrown in

Check Please: My introduction to hockey and I’m ashamed to say I still haven’t read the end of it despite owning a hard copy of it. Jack/Bitty are so sweet but, again, I kind of lost interest once they actually got together in canon

Hockey RPF: Sort of a natural progression from Check Please really. All my hockey fic is locked and comment moderation is on but it’s there if you feel the need to look. Pairings I wrote were Sid/Geno, Gabe/Tyson and Phil Kessel/Carl Hagelin which was a nice little rare pairing to play with.

The Untamed: My introduction to cdramas. I’ve only posted a couple of fics because I find the fandom quite intimidating in terms of volume and quality. Weirdly this is one of the few fandoms where the pairing being canonically together just inspired me to write instead of putting me off. This fandom got me writing again after a couple of years of barely posting anything at all.

Guardian: I fell into this one HARD. I posted my first fic about a month after I finished the show and I still have ideas for more. This was kind of a turning point for me in getting me to write regularly again.

DMBJ/The Lost Tomb: This is where I pretty much live at the moment. I don’t know what it is about these silly shows that inspires me so much but I love them and the characters dearly. This is one of the few fandoms where I’m just as happy writing gen as I am writing shippy stuff. I just love the Iron Triangle friendship so much.

Tropes: Hurt/Comfort is the big one for me. Pretty much all my fics involve this trope in some sense. Other than that I think it depends on the characters and the fandom.

Fic I spent most time on: Definitely Misha Collins Makes A Match (yes it’s an RPF fic). I had to plot out a whole road trip route set in a country where I don’t live.

Favorite fic(s) you’ve written: Ooh, that’s a tough one. I generally don’t read my fics after I’ve published them and once they’re out there I consider them Done and move on to thinking about the next one.

And There's That Pesky Thing Called Reality - I had a lot of fun playing with the meta aspects of fandom. It’s dated quite badly now but if you want a taste of what fandom was like in 2010 this is it.

He's My Brother - I enjoyed exploring different characters’ points of view for this one and how they see Wei Wuxian at different points in the show

Fic I spent least time on: I think I wrote and posted Love On Ice in one evening.

Longest fic: Discounting things I’ve written with other people it’s Misha Collins Makes A Match again

Shortest fic: According to AO3 Three Little Words which is a 200 word Buffy/Spike fic

Most hits/kudos/comments/bookmarks:

Hits: The Truth About Cats, Dogs and Penguins which is a Sid/Geno hockey RPF fic

Kudos and Bookmarks: Unleashed which is a Steve/Bucky AU where they meet in their local dog park

Comments: He's My Brother. The Untamed fandom might be a bit scary but they are also very kind

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: I’m already planning at least one addition to the Zhu Yilong/Chen Minghao series I wrote for this year’s Sundial Exchange

Share a bit of a WIP: I generally only have one WIP on the go at a time and I just write outlines for any other ideas I have. So, this is a bit of what I’m working on at the moment. This is not, despite the below snippet, a Zhu Yilong/Chen Minghao fic.

“Do you want his number?” Chen Minghao asks with a grin. “You can ask him yourself. I’ll need to check with him first but I think he’ll be fine with it.”

Something drops in Zhu Yilong’s stomach. He’s a mature adult who has met plenty of famous actors during his time in the industry. But there’s something different about being introduced to someone you admire. He’s not going to let his shyness get in the way of this opportunity though, not when it could help with his current role.

“That would be great. If you’re sure it’s no trouble.”

Chen Minghao waves a dismissive hand. “Of course it’s no trouble. All I need to do is send a text.”

I tag: ALL of my writer friends. I want to know all about your projects. TELL ME.

#my fic #about me #kind of

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Jungkook’s FIC REC | OS 2

I had too many links on the other post. Here is the second part of my Jungkook’s fic rec but with others themes.

Again, all those fictions belong to the amazing authors who wrote them, not me. I want to thank them once more.

(f) = fluff

(a) = angst

(m) = mature

magical au

— Trick or Treat: Howling for You (F) (M) — by @fortunexkookie

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew.

werewolf au | established relationship | +14k

— rottenfolk (M) — by @junqkook

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

faerie au | royalty au | +13k

Commentary - If there’s only one one-shot I could recommend you to read of all tumblr, it would probably be this one. For me, it is rare to acheive such a level of mastery in fantasy fictions. Writing is already complicated, but when you have to place the readers in an unknown universe, it is even harder. However, the real brilliance of this story is the end. Because the end is supposed to satiate the reader in a way or another, it is supposed to offer what all the reader craved: a sort of closure. But here we all are, waiting for a sequel, because this story will make you want a next episode. And that is the brilliance, because you will surely never forget a story with that kind of power. So those are some of the reasons why this fiction is for me a mix of art, smartness and excellence ; and also why you would be missing something huge by not reading it.

— overdrive (M) — by @junqkook

you thought meeting jungkook was just a coincidence, but the universe didn’t deal in coincidences.

vampire au | soulmate au | enemies to lovers | +13k

— Crescent Bound - Jungkook (F) (M) — by @parkhabits

A pact bound by the moon. A secret kept only amongst themselves. Each of them experiencing their own cycles of heat.

werewolf au | friends to lovers | +12k

— Room 109 (M) — by @lavishedinjimin

Having Jungkook as your apartment buddy was a lot to get used to. But with one early day, your heat comes up much stronger than usual, and you were desperate for an alpha’s touch.

werewolf au | roommate au | alpha!jungkook | +6k

— after dark (M) — by @seokoloqy

Jungkook has served the royal family for generations, seen them live and die countless times. When it comes to you, he can’t watch you wither away too, but your lust for one another makes it harder and harder to stay apart.

vampire au | royalty au | knight!jungkook | +8k

— Life’s Blood (F) (A) (M) — by @littlenoona

You produce blood cells at an increased rate when blood is lost, effectively, you cannot bleed out. This ability has served you well so far, even gaining you a rare friend, and you’ve made it your source of income, but it also has its downsides, one of which you’ve managed to avoid successfully, until now.

vampire au | +13k

— you come in waves (A) (M) — by @angelguk

if jeongguk had a choice, he would destroy the sun. it’s not like he needed it for warmth due to his werewolf abilities making him a scorching radiator. it would also help his heart. because you look delectable in that stupid bikini.

werewolf au | friends to lovers au | 4k

— tell me your secrets (i’m all ears) (F) — by @jinpire

You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too.

shifter au | college au | bunny!kook | +6k

drabbles: nooks and naps - foxie moxie (don’t pull my tail) - look before you leap - fluffles and kerfuffles

— Pomegranate Seeds (M) — by @taetaebaepsae

Jungkook thinks he’s found the perfect new roommate, but little doesn’t he know you’re just aching to corrupt him.

demon au | roommate au | virgin!jungkook | +4k

other themes

— Every Kind of Way (F) (M) — by @taehyungforreal

{Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK.}

strangers to lovers | established relationship | +14k

Commentary - I remember when this fiction was posted. I read the teaser a few days before, and I was waiting for it. I remember the exact date of the release of this story, and let me tell you it never happens to me. But this is how much I liked this story. This masterpiece. This fiction is 95% made of smut. This is a warning if you don’t like that. However, what I like about Ashley’s works is that smut is not only smut (okay, sometimes it’s just pure filth but whatever). It’s not the first time I’ve read a piece of work of her and that I’ve been so thankful of reading her. Because the stories she writes are realistic. Sex is not always perfect. Sex is not always like in porn. Sex can be embarrassing. And this is why I love what Ashley writes, because she always have that realistic point of view on life. And sometimes it’s also nice to not turn everything into porn. What is very likeable - I said likeable? I meant loveable, sorry - about that story is also the three different stages of the relation of Jk and reader. This is also something I like about her writings. Life evolves, relationships evolve, and so does sex. So in this story, you will experience three different Jungkook. And it’s three reasons why you should read this fiction, three reasons why you will probably love it. One thing is sure, this chef-d’oeuvre will leave you wondering if your eyes have been burnt by the smuttiness or blessed by all the talent of this writer.

— tattooed two (ft. kth) (F) (M) — by @httpjeon

your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

tattoo artist au | established relationship | poly au | +8k

— Inkling (A) (M) — by @gguksgalaxy

Jungkook is your brother’s boyfriend’s co-worker, they own a tattoo and piercing parlour. In other words, he’s tall, gorgeous, has his passion literally etched into his skin, looks incredibly good in a man-bun, and is semi-unattainable for you. Why? Well…you’re not entirely sure but him ditching right after a very heated make-out session sure isn’t a good sign. His extremely poor mood the next week sure isn’t either, but the only way to fix it is to face the beast head-on. Right?

tattoo artist au | +17k

— Freak-quency (M) — by @taehyungforreal

His eyes sparkle and he fights back a smile when he asks you why. “Is it because I didn’t give you something else to swallow like I said I would,” he questions, halfway through a much less subtle adjustment of his growing erection. Yoongi was right, he wants to be in trouble.

rockstar au | established relationship | +8k

— Boots (M) —

3000+ words of Ashley kinking on Jungkook’s boot. That’s it.

rockstar au | established relationship | part of Freak-quency | +3k

— Heartbreaker with a Heart of Gold (A) (M) — by @filmflowersbangtan

It was around this time almost three years ago when Jungkook moved to LA after his band got signed to a famous record label. He told you that he’d keep in contact with you. That he’d visit as much as he could. That he loved you. But about a month after leaving, he stopped texting and calling as much. And then a mere week after the band’s first EP dropped, Burning Rabbit was a sensation.

rocksatr au | ex lovers | +3k

— Brother’s best friend (M) — by @lavishedinjimin

In which Y/n owns a smut blog dedicated to her crush and brother’s best friend, jungkook. it was all fun and games until he finds out about it and acts it out with you.

brother’s best friend!jungkook | +5k

— Sugarplum Elegy (F) (A) (M) — by @bymoonchild

You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while.

friends with benefits | college au | idiots to lovers | +17k

— The Kids Aren’t Alright (F) (A) (M) — by @sketchguk

Sneaking around with Jeongguk during your Christian retreat is complicated when you’re both dedicated to your jobs as co-youth group counselors at your father’s ministry.

friends with benefits | pastor’s kid!reader | +10k

— Gym (F) (M) — by @hobiwonder

Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

business woman!reader | fratboy!jungkook | older reader | +8k

— Gravity Check (M) — by @gimmesumsuga

The one where Jungkook is your oh-so-handsome climbing instructor.

climbing instructors!jungkook | strangers to lovers | 14k

— The Monogamy Monologues (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash

The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend. (Part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series)

fuckboy!jungkook | wedding planner!reader | strangers to lovers | +42k

— The Virgin Volume (F) (A) (M) —

This fic exists in the RMCC universe. It takes place before RMCC and is the story of how Jungkook lost his virginity. To quote Seokjin/Namjoon: “What Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him and – let’s be honest – his story is hilarious. One pump,” Seokjin laughs, sounding like a hyena. “One pump and he’s done.” // Ducking his head, Namjoon tries not to smile. “It was a rookie mistake,” he protests, defending their friend. “Jungkook was overexcited and couldn’t control himself. He got better.”

college au | friends to lovers | prequel to TMM | +6k

— everlasting (A — by @kimvvantae

being able to love the same person forever is a blessing given from the heavens. to you, however, eternity has become a curse.

reincarnation au | 18k

— Performances (M) — by @littlenoona

The same handsome guy has been appearing at your performances and you become more and more interested in who he is - now you’re dancing only for him, despite a hall full of people.

strangers to lovers | professional dancer!reader | +6k

— Matching Hearts (F) (A) — by @gukwluv

a drunk call to your ex boyfriend leads to a night of fun adventures that make you wonder why you even split in the first place.

exes au | +3k

— locker room talk (M) — by @minnpd

You end up having a rather heated talk with Jeon Jungkook in the locker room when he announces he has been chosen for the audition you both participated to.

dancer au | enemies to lovers | fuckboy!jungkook | +5k

— not quite lovers (M) — by @junqkook

hiring jeon jungkook as your personal assistant happens to have more than one perk.

workplace au | friends with benefits | ceo!reader | +15k

— By Its Cover (M) — by @gimmesumsuga

The one where Jungkook makes a very bad first impression.

workplace au | enemies to lovers | 21k

— Mind in the Gutter (F) (M) — by @kpopfanfictrash

Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?

workplace au | bowling au | strangers to friends to lovers | +18k

#fic rec #jungkook fic rec #bts fic rec #jeon jungkook

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jadienjaystoriesandart · 5 years

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Thomas Sanders Highschool AU Idea

Title is a working progress, but me and my sisters best friend sat in the kitchen and came up with this idea. Context with characters, ages, and roles. Got this idea from reading @fangirltothefullest idea.

CHARACTERS

Virgil Arachna-Crofters: Senior who is forced to take theater due to their being nothing else, that he hasn’t already taken for that time slot. Techy nerd guy, and godson of single, young dad Logan Crofters. He is seventeen (17), and wants to go into Computer Science for college and has already applied for a few. Reclusive, Geeky, Socially Awkward Emo Kid.

Roman Prince: Senior who is the popular theater kid, very handsome and very dramatic. He’s the president of the Drama Department, and is in Track. He is the youngest son of ‘Mom Deceit’ Prince. And younger twin brother of Remus Prince. He is eighteen (18), and comes from a well off family, and enjoys public school over Private School. He wants to go into the drama arts and his ‘mom’ has gotten him some deals. Outgoing, Loud Mouth, Drama Bitch Kid.

Thomas Sanders: Virgil’s best friend, he is a Junior who is a band kid. He plays the flute. He is sixteen (16) and has been friends with Virgil since they were only six (6) as Logan is best friends with Thomas’s parents. He is looking for scholarships currently and looks to go into animation or advertisement. He does on the side of band the Career Technical Center near the highschool and takes classes there in Advertisement. Nerdy, Quiet, Kind Kid.

Patton Heart: Romans best friend who is a Senior as well, he is seventeen (17) and will be by the end of the semester be eighteen (18). Guys a sweetheart and helps Roman out with costumes and play writing, he is looking to be a Seamstress with a minor in writing. He is vice president of the Drama Department and makes most of their play sets and costumes with Remus. Happy go lucky, Extroverted, Obviously Bi-sexual Kid

Remus Prince: Romans older brother, by ten minuets and is a Senior as well. He is eighteen (18) and drive a rainbow colored sports car. Remus loves theater as well, but he’s more into the darker aspects, loves to play the villain and enjoys making set pieces and is learning to make costumes with the help of Patton, his second best friend. His first is a guy in college who is year older than him, but he isn’t very important to the story. Remus is looking to go into theater also, but more so want to be in Art and looks to be a designer for sets for movies and such. Creepy, Weird, Loud and Proud, Hella Gay Kid.

Micheal ‘Deceit’ Prince: Roman and Remus’s ‘mom’, single and young parent with a business of his own making selling mostly jewelry, but along with other accessories, but mainly the deal in rings, earrings, necklaces, things like that. But will sell hats, scares, shoes, and smaller things like that. Deceit is twenty-seven (27), and likes the nickname ‘Deceit’ due to most of his partners saying he ‘lies’ to them on deals. Which actually he never has done but once or twice, shockingly he is a honest business man, (90% of the time) but he likes to mess with people. He and his wife divorced, when he was twenty-three (23) when it was found she was going hard drugs and cheating on him with another man. He adopted Roman and Remus at twenty (20), the two were eleven (11) at the time. He found his business going well, and his wife didn’t want to birth a child, so they adopted. He easily kept custody of them as he was well off and well influential to the kids. Smooth, Sly, Composed Man.

Logan Crofters: Science & Philosophy Professor as the University of Arts and Science in their area. This place is actually rather big and accepts only the best students in there art programs and their science programs, (Still working on a name for it though). He is a hardass professor to his students, but to his only son, Virgil, he is the sweetest man you’ll met. A devoted godfather and actually rather heartfelt to him, Logan tries to make his godson happy after the lose of his wife. Logan is only twenty-one (21) and is a very young professor/father, but don’t let that fool you. Guy is six foot two inches (6ft 2in) he is lanky but shockingly is very strong. He adopted Virgil when the other was sixteen (16), he was the boys Godfather, Logan was only nineteen (19), but already got a good job at a professor and was being paid rather well and his wife was doing well too. A year after that his wife died, he still kept Virgil, mainly because Virgil was happy with him. Smart, Sassy, Takes No Shit Man.

PLOT

Virgil has had it rough these past few years, having lost his mother to a car crash and taken in by his second godparent, as the first couldn’t take care of him. Logan Crofters. He took on Logan’s last name with a hypen of his own so that Logan could claim him on insurance. Life has been alright, Mr. Dad tries rather hard to make sure Virgil is coping well, even after three years, Logan knows the sting of losing someone can linger for a while. Things are looking up though, Virgil has applied to the University his dad works at to go into Computer Sciences there, and maybe look for a more specific filed of study. His godfather helped him make his portfolio and they hope he’ll get in.

Senior year comes, Virgil has a rather nice car, nothing fancy, but for used it was working well and in good condition. He signs up for classes only to find that there is no classes other than Theater/Drama open having taken all the other classes in that area, and the classes for core are all full, Virgil is forced/recommended by his adviser to take Drama. To say he’s having an anxiety attack inwardly would be in understatement. Virgil is PAINFULLY shy and dislikes being on stage. But, maybe he could convince the teacher to let him be the backstage techy guy?

First day of class, and Virgil is on edge, the class is somewhat full, only three seats are open in a class for twenty-six (26) students. Half are seniors, so about eleven (11) of them. There are five (5) juniors, four (4) sophomores, and three (3) freshmen. Most of the seniors Virgil doesn’t know that well, either because they were big bullies of his in the past or because they are WAY higher than his social standing. Being the reclusive emo kid who likes his black and enjoys not being the center of attention, he already feels out of place. And can actively hear people talking about him. Gods he hopes he can just disappear behind stage.

Then, enter in Roman Prince, popular kid, mostly because he does some sport, Track and Field, has won arts awards for the school. He is very handsome and to top it all off he’s rich. Girls and some guys swoon over this guy, who Virgil can’t even call a moron as he actually does well in school! However, the rumors about him also are dark, stating he’s rather emotionally controlling of anyone he dates. But, doesn’t stop some from trying. He has to spend his last year with this ego guy, just great.

Now, what Virgil doesn’t know is each year Roman chooses someone from the class to be is... left hand. As Patton is already his right, said ‘hand’ will do anything he asks in return he gives them lessons on being the best, often times it’s a Freshmen he likes. Rarely is it a Junior or Sophomore, once it was a senior in his Junior year. Roman sees it as he gets someone to help him and Patton with all the running they do, and helps mold a ‘new star’ out of someone. Which actually he has made some Freshmen open up more, even if later he dumps them for another next year. So win win.

And this year, he eyes up the out of place emo in the far back corner of the room. Was this guy even in here, did he show up to the wrong class. No, not many do that. So this kid clearly was in the right place. To Roman, the kid looked like he needed help, and clearly none of the others were going to do anything about it. So might as well being the ‘Prince’ he is and help the poor boy.

Thus, he offers to Virgil this, a contract he and his ‘Mom’ made. Virgil just has to do every little thing he says in the Drama Class and in return, Roman pays him twenty a week and offers him lessons on how to be a good actor. Virgil, too shocked for words and a little scared of what will happen if he doesn’t sign, signs the papers.

This spirals into Roman slowly pulling Virgil out of his shell and making the kid be more sociable. While lowkey looking like to Virgil’s friends that he is controlling his life. Then shenanigans happen all year, which include:

- Patton having a crush of Virgil’s dad Logan and lowkey they start to grow feelings for each other. - Thomas and friends of Virgil trying to ‘save’ their friend from Roman, who they think is seeking to use Virgil and hurt him feelings later. - Roman actually developing real feelings for Virgil, something that has never happened to him. And starts to try hard to get Virgil to like him. - Virgil coming to terms fully with his moms death with people who know what it’s like. And lowkey starts to fall in love with Roman. - Remus being a dick/sweet older brother who really Ships Virgil/Roman. - And general highschool shit.

SIDE CONTENT

- Logan and Deceit know each other, were going to have a partner ship until Logan left to marry his wife. Not great feelings there, Deceit is able to hold a grudge for a while. - Roman seems like a controlling person to Virgil to anyone out of his circle of friend. But Roman is actually a Bitch, he’s a bratty bottom and very much a submissive But he actually finds it funny how much more submissive Virgil is and finds it kind of fun to play dominate for once. - Virgil later though grows a spine and finds out just how submissive Roman is. lol - Virgil’s friends throw out some outlandish rumors about Roman and Virgil. Ranging from Roman has Virgil in a contract to be his slave, to Roman has brainwashed Virgil to be his wife and servant, to Roman is a vampire who is using Virgil as a Bloodbank. It gets rather funny after a while. - Remus is a conceiving Bastard who finds it hilarious that everyone thinks his brother is being emotionally controlling of Virgil and is being a abusive dominate. Like do these idiots even KNOW his brother - Remus also bets on how long it’ll take for Virgil to grow a spine and for Roman to cave, and bets on when Patton and Logan will get together. Remus knows ALL guys and sees EVERYTHING. - Thomas is the first to find out that Roman actually cares for Virgil and starts to help Remus plan to get them together half way through the year. - Legit there is a scene on Logan’s twenty-second (22) birthday where Patton comes over when Virgil is out shopping with Roman, and they come back to see the two kissing in the kitchen. All sorts of awkward man! NOTES

- To start the reason for young parents is explained at least, I try to get my story consistency and some realism. - I wanted a Logicality pairing, however I wanted Logan to be ‘Teacher’ in this, so that’s why I man Logan and young dad and Virgil’s Godfather. So that way it wasn’t weird or not age correct. As I know having some thirty-year-old (30) man with a teenager is all sorts of weird for some people. - Also I wanted some drama with Logan being unapproving of who Roman’s dad is and kind of dislikes that Virgil is friends with him due to this. But slowly comes to see that this Roman guy is making his godson happy. - Debating on a pairing with Remus and Thomas in this, comment if you want that. - I also wanted to name Deceit ‘Dominic’ but decided against it and instead when with Micheal, finding that it actually fits. - I might add more to this later, but I don’t have much time to type out a full story so this was a better thing. - Hell, might even do Headcannons for this if you guys want me too. - If you guys WANT me to write this as a story then please comment or PM me. - Also, if you guys want to write this yourself the PM me to let me know, and please don’t just steal my idea. I rather dislike people doing that. And dudes, it is illegal. - Speaking of which I used SOME small ideas from the creator I mentioned above, not along. Just that Logan is a teacher with the last name Crofters, and Remus being in an outlandish car. Small things. But it gave me this inspiration so yeah...

That’s about all I got, though lowkey would LOVE to see fanart on this idea.

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Gods’ Children AU

OOPS IT’S ANOTHER AU. Lol will I ever stop thinking of these? Probably not.

So yeah, once again, I in my infinite sappy dorkiness have come up with yet another KISSteria AU. I’m only a little sorry if this is incredibly stupid, but I thought it was a good idea, so I decided to write it out. Shout out to @cosmicrealmofkissteria for letting me ramble to her about this AU idea a couple weeks ago :) Hope you guys enjoy this!

So in this AU:

The Gods of Sphynxia’s pantheon are all regular old mortal humans. They’re just humans, that exist on Earth, and do human stuff.

The Patron Gods of the Warrior Troupe, however, are their parents.

What does this look like, you ask? WELL...

SET AND SEKHMET

Set and Sekhmet have the kind of relationship where everyone’s lost as to how Sekhmet puts up with him.

They bicker like, a lot.

But that’s just how they work. There’s no malice in their bickering, and they would rather hurt themselves than even dream of hurting each other. And if it ever does turn into a full-blown fight, they’re able to work it out eventually (it definitely involves angry sex).

Also Sekhmet doesn’t put up with Set’s shit, because she’s kind of a badass.

Set owns a biker joint, and used to be a biker himself, but left his gang after he opened his bar. He was known as the gang’s resident hothead with a “temper of chaos”.

Sekhmet is a kickboxing instructor that used to be a full-time prizefighter. She doesn’t anymore, however.

Bomani is their adopted son; his parents were murdered when he was very young. Set and Sekhmet were their next-door neighbors in the apartment building they lived in, and offered to take him in afterwards.

Well, I say offered; it was more like they fought like hell to make it happen because they were both VERY aware of what the foster system is like, and Bomani was so young and for crying out loud hE JUST LOST HIS PARENTS.

The murderer is, thankfully, in prison. For a while he received letters from both Set and Sekhmet that… let’s just say if the murderer got killed while in prison, the letters would lead to Set and Sekhmet being potential suspects.

Sekhmet and Bomani are the only people you’ll ever see Set be soft around. Everyone else gets his “I have no feelings dumbfuck” side. But it doesn’t change the fact that he would take a bullet for either of them.

SOBEK AND THOTH

Sobek and Thoth are awkward soft gays that are a beautiful blend of jock and intellectual.

They actually knew each other in high school, and funnily enough had crushes on each other. They ran into each other years later, realized their old feelings were still there, and started dating… and years later they got married.

They like… almost never fight. Sure, they debate, and when they’re tired they’re a little snippy, but they almost never argue. And when they do, they talk it out and have sweet make-up sex afterwards.

Sobek is a professional swimmer and is seriously dedicated to it. The amount of trophies and medals he has is certainly proof of that. Maybe he’s not the quickest-thinking person, but give him time and he can come to a solution for a problem eventually.

Thoth owns a bookstore that has a pretty respectable vintage collection. He’s probably the definition of academia. He’s very smart, has a career as a bookbinder and loves to read, and can quote word for word the beginning paragraph of Pride and Prejudice and the entirety of The Tell-Tale Heart. He’s a skinny, glasses-wearing guy who has really nice handwriting, and loves his husband and son.

(And no, he totally doesn’t stare shamelessly at Sobek when he’s not wearing a shirt… just kidding he totally does)

Dalila is their son, born from a surrogacy, that again, both of them would take a bullet for. They both love to smugly boast about him taking after them; he’s a really good swimmer, and he loves to read.

One of their biggest “proud dads” moments was when Dalila got sent to the office by his first-grade teacher after he kept speaking out in class… by protesting that Christopher Columbus didn’t actually discover America and his voyage led to Indians becoming slaves. (The teacher, of course, neglected to mention that part)

PTAH AND KHONSU

Ptah and Khonsu are long-term boyfriends that banter with but will raise hell for each other and for Masika.

Like with Set and Sekhmet, they banter, a hell of a lot, but there’s never any malice in there.

What’s funny is, whenever they do argue, usually it’s about a little ridiculous thing. And there will without fail be a point where they stop, take a step back, think about what they’re doing… and crack up laughing.

Ptah is an architect, and he does a very good job; his architectural firm has gained a lot more clients thanks to him. He also likes to build things himself.

Khonsu is an ethologist with a specialty in nocturnal animals. He is very passionate about his job; he will literally go on rants about how intelligent bats actually are and how people zombify them simply because of their connection in fiction to vampires. One time it actually led to him calling someone out on their evident racism, and to Ptah dragging him out of the room before he got into a fistfight.

Masika is actually Ptah’s godson. Though a series of unfortunate and very messy events for all involved, Masika was transferred into Ptah’s custody, and he and Khonsu now co-parent him.

Officially it’s co-parenting; but Masika’s considered them his actual parents for years now.

Masika has a troublemaking streak, and likes to pull admittedly-impressive pranks on people. Ptah blames Khonsu as an enabler, and Khonsu doesn’t protest that because he knows it’s true.

Not that Ptah can say anything—he loves Masika.

Their snark definitely rubbed off on Masika; there’s been many a time where he’s come home with a note from his teacher for being “disrespectful”.

But as mentioned before, even though he’s a snarky, wild little shit, both Ptah and Khonsu would raise hell for him.

ISIS AND HORUS

Isis and Horus are… pretty much couple goals. They’re a dynamic duo. They’re so in sync with each other. They just… work.

Basically they’re the relationship everyone wishes they had, and that some people are skeptical of its existence.

Isis is a therapist, and has a big clientele because of how good of a therapist she is.

Horus is an ornithologist—or as Sobek calls him, a bird nerd. In fairness, he really loves to study birds. His office is filled with statues of different birds, posters of bird anatomy, the works.

They adopted Vinneketh as their son when he was a little boy. Vinneketh was literally dropped off at an orphanage by his parents, who never explained why and instead just left him there. This, as a result, left him with deep abandonment issues.

And his biological parents better hope they never run into Isis and Horus, because these two are prepared to fight them over this.

A memory that still breaks their hearts to think about is from about a month after they adopted Vinneketh. He decided he was going to wash the dishes for his new parents, and while doing so accidentally dropped and broke a plate. He instantly burst into tears, desperately apologizing and begging them to not send him away.

It’s still a long and winding road, and has involved a lot of therapy and gentle reassurance, but Vinneketh is doing much better.

Also, in the future: Bastet and Hathor are the lesbian power couple that declare themselves Ayesha’s moms, since she already has two dads. Vinneketh and Demon know better than to argue against that. Ayesha’s just stoked to have two moms alongside her two dads.

In summation: all these couples would all take a bullet and/or raise hell for their sons. So even though they may not be their biological parents, they’re incredibly capable of loving them just as much as a parent should.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #even tho it's like... really not #kissteriaverse modern au #even tho again it's like... really not #why do i keep doing this? i have no clue #the bigger question is why do i keep thinking of angsty stuff to write for vinneketh #bc istg it's so sad that he even felt compelled to wash the dishes in the first place #also i'm probably not gonna do anything with this au #this was just an idea that i decided to flesh out in greater depth so...#make of this what you will #hope you enjoyed it at least #kiss au writing #my writing #my random bullshit

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