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lizhly-writes · 2 years ago

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for the transmigrator KNW AU

This idea seems unlikely since KDJ would have to connect like three puzzle pieces consecutively and accept that something that didn't happen in the novel could theoretically happen without actually seeing it play out, it seems more likely KDJ would see KNW staring at a blank screen for hours and assume he's just copying him.

But say in the 6th scenario he's musing how Peaceland was a manga that got turned into reality in TWSA and now TWSA was become his reality and there's layers, or when he's in the car on the way to claim his new dukedom with a plan to manipulate his master using a message through the Wall of Impossible Communication and suddenly the idea of Peaceland and the fact Transmigrators exist are both in his head and either way he connects Kim Namwoon's new constant phone use to his own reading of TWSA as well as layered fiction becoming reality and transmigration and suddenly Kim 'Control C the Entire 999th Round for My Self Insert Fanfic' Dokja is now very aware of an already rogue element being not just irregular but with a tier greater when it comes to information.

Meanwhile Kim Namwoon is trying to glean what he can from the wiki and Discord while contracting Forty Thousand Year Old Crush disease

HI THERE IT’S BEEN SEVEN MONTHS BUT I’M HERE.

You’re right! It’s pretty unlikely! I wouldn’t say it’s impossible, because who knows what’s possible? But to be found out, Kim Namwoon would need to be actively scheming - he’d need to be DOING SHIT, and he’d have to be making obvious changes other than the ones that ensure his survival. The stupid comments and the phone staring he keeps doing is suspicious, but probably not suspicious ENOUGH.

There are simply too many pieces for Kim Dokja to put together. I think he might get a gist that KNW knows more than he should, depending on what happens, but I think the closest conclusion that he could possibly reach from that is that KNW has read Ways of Survival.

So here’s something that I haven’t disclosed: Kim Dokja can… kind of read Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window.

Well, from his point of view, Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window shows up perfectly. It’s just that, unbeknownst to him, it’s full of lies. Kim Namwoon’s Attribute Window, to everyone but Kim Namwoon himself, does not reflect the status of Kim Namwoon. It instead reflects what he thinks that Kim Namwoon, the character, would have.

This is the same skill that hides his phone screen, if you were wondering. I might call it Canon Compliance, maybe.

So. Kim Dokja, if Kim Namwoon is being especially suspicious, would probably initially think that KNW has some kind of precognitive ability or some kind of sponsor feeding him information, and then, when KNW’s attribute window reflects nothing of the sort, get incredibly confused.

The whole apostle business probably gives him the hint that KNW might have had a ‘’??th to get off” Attribute that had gotten removed very early on, since we do have an example of that happening with one of the prophets. The idea of a real person becoming fictional is quite firmly implanted in his brain, especially, yes, with the Peaceland arc happening. This could put him on the trail of “did KNW used to be a real person”, which is… sort of accurate. Certainly accurate enough for him to find hints that support it.

And he would interrogate KNW based on that.

KNW might, quite possibly, just agree with KDJ’s conclusion, because it nicely explains everything he’s doing without actually being true, and KDJ would be… not satisfied, exactly, because this conclusion has some very weird implications. Incredibly weird implications. If Kim Namwoon used to be a real person, was there once a version of WOS that existed without Kim Namwoon? How did KNW become fictional to begin with? If there was never a version of WOS that existed without KNW, then was KNW somehow fated to become fictional? Stuff like this, you know.

But! It is likely if anything weird about Kim Namwoon comes up, he would use the above as an explanation. You know, until Kim Namwoon does something that blatantly contradicts what Kim Dokja’s conclusion, which is really just as simple as exhibiting knowledge beyond what he should have as a prophet whose knowledge of the story has caught up to him, or using a skill that’s not listed in his Attribute Window. Again: HIS ATTRIBUTE WINDOW IS FULL OF LIES.

So like… maybe like this?

At first glance, the branch in his hand is utterly and completely normal. Sure, maybe the bark is a bit pale and the leaves are a bit dark, but that’s it. It’s nothing that would warrant another look. Of course, upon taking another look, there are multiple things wrong with it. There’s no color to it, for one, everything a gray monotone, and it’s strangely empty of detail. Most obviously, the leaves are less leaves than they are a mess of cross hatches, each stroke of graphite perfectly distinguishable if you pay even a little bit of attention. It’s as if God had roughly scratched this branch into existence instead of letting it grow naturally from tree. Which is exactly what Kim Namwoon had just done. “If you gave me a few minutes, I could do something better,” Kim Namwoon gripes, staring resentfully at it. He’s agitatedly tapping a pencil stub against a slightly scuffed up notebook. “Shitty fucking shading job, but for a demonstration, I guess it’s --” “It’s good,” Kim Dokja says. Kim Namwoon stops tapping his pencil. “It is? I mean--” his voice takes on a pleased tone course it is. It’s not real or anything, but it’s still super cool, isn’t it?” The branch has no weight, no heft. It casts no proper shadow on the ground. As a sketch, it would be a good representation, but hardly photorealistic. As a piece of reality that Kim Namwoon had just casually pulled from paper, it’s… slightly unsettling. “If I had some paints, it’d look more impressive. Maybe if I had a tablet? I don’t know if it’ll work with a tablet, though, maybe it needs to be traditional media specifically. It works with blood, though, I tried that already -- ” Kim Dokja remembers this skill. Some one-off character had had it in the 35th regression, using it to make illusions. He doesn’t remember Kim Namwoon having this skill. It might not be nearly as combat effective as Blackening, but it’s still notable enough to be at least mentioned. He’s come to terms with Kim Namwoon having an art hobby, but is that hobby really enough to develop into this? [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Name: Kim Namwoon. Age: 19. Constellation Support: Abyssal Black Flame Dragon Private Attribute: Chuunibyou (General) Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] … It’s not in there. “This is an artist’s skill?” Kim Dokja says, cutting off Kim Namwoon, who had been in the middle of a rant about art supplies. “Uh, yeah?” Kim Namwoon says. “Duh?” It should be in there. [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] Why isn’t it in there? [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: Unusual Adaptability Lv. 13, Knife Fighting Lv. 11, Blackening Lv. 11] [The exclusive skill, Character List is activated.] [Exclusive Skills: ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ ] [An error has occurred.] “...Yo, Ahjussi? Are you going to have a stroke or something, your eye’s twitching.”

And then Kim Dokja would realize there is something very very wrong here.

Now, I don't know if I'm going to actually give Kim Namwoon this skill, it seems like a lot, but if I DID --

The reason why Kim Namwoon knows this works with blood is because he got a cut on his hand that didn't stop bleeding for a bit, so he got bored and started using it to doodle, like a dumbass. He almost finished a red rose before the cut stopped bleeding. Yes, the thought occurred to him that he could give it to Lee Jihye. No, he did not plan on actually doing so. Yes, he ended up doing it anyway when Lee Jihye jumpscared him and he threw it at her face.

Forty Thousand Year Old Crush disease, man. It's rough.

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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years ago

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"AMORTENTIA"

summary: y/n's twitter life at hogwarts was simple. that was, of course, until her friends exposed her crush on the hufflepuff chaser, chris bang. genre: fluff, crack, harry potter social media au. pairing: bangchan x reader.

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DATE STARTED: 20th June 2021

DATE FINISHED: 8th August 2021

00. “PROFILES”

01. “OUT OF THE FRYINGPAN”

02. “INTO THE FIRE”

03. “JISUNG'S FIRST BIG MISTAKE”

04. “THE MAN CAVE”

05. “FELIX'S REVENGE”

06. “THE PROPOSAL”

07. “JISUNG'S SECOND BIG MISTAKE”

08. “CONSEQUENSES”

09. “I DESERVE BETTER”

10. “OPERATION: MINHO - PT 1”

11. “OPERATION: MINHO - PT 2”

12. “EDWARD, BELLA, AND JACOB”

13. “SUICIDE MISSION”

14. “FEather, SHit, UPstart”

15. “CRY AND SHUT UP”

16. “KIM JIYOUNG”

17. “THE DAILY PROPHET”

18. “TEN OF US”

19. “SOONIE, DOONGIE, AND DOORI”

20. “HOGSMEADE”

21. “DRAGON CLAW POWDER”

22. “BABYGIRL”

23. “TRAITOR”

24. “CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT”

25. “MAID OF HONOR”

26. “MADAM PUDIFOOT'S”

27. “KERMIT DOESN'T LIE”

28. “IT'S ME, Y/N!”

29. “FICTIONAL”

30. “HYU-HYU VS BINNIE”

31. “MINHO-Y/N-CHAN-JIYOUNG”

32. “BROKEN”

33. “AAAAAAA”

34. “I’M A SLYTHERIN”

35. “HOUSE-ELF”

36. “APOLOGY MEMES”

37. “BAGS AND KISSES”

38. “MINYOUNG”

39. “JISUNG'S THIRD BIG MISTAKE”

40. “CONSPIRACY THEORIES”

41. “HONEYCOMB”

42. “TMI”

43. “COMING AROUND”

44. “Y/N IS A POO”

45. “DIVORCED”

46. “😭”

47. “10/10”

48. “THE RETURN OF KERMIT”

49. “GUESS I’LL DIE”

50. “TRUTH IN THE PUDDING”

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inkedtae · 5 years ago

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orange tree ⇾ knj, kth. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ ares!namjoon x mortal!reader (f.) x apollo!taehyung

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Beyond the holy village of Barthes, within a meadow of sun dropped marigolds, you lounge topless underneath an orange tree. Cool winds cut the late summer heat. The breeze hardens your nipples and prickles your exposed skin with goosebumps. Hair tousled, you bite into another orange slice. He did not care for citrus, until he tasted your lips. Then, he planted you an orange tree. He promised you good fortune and a long life.

“You will want for nothing,” he told you. “Just, behave.”

Behave. A word he’d used often with you. Jaw tense, he’d hiss the warning while fondling your breasts or cupping your sex. When he is furious, he is boundless. He fucks like a titan, remnants of a gracious god completely withering away. Tight grips, rough pounds, and seething threats that promise such painful pleasure, Kim Namjoon is a red hot planet of sexual destruction. So angry, so lustful, he serves you a cockful of discipline and then some. You are helpless. To his wrath, you are subjected. But, you don’t mind. The truth of the matter is, your body is always alive when buried under his.

“You’re a minx,” a deep voice states behind you.

You sit up, fruit juice trailing down your arm. Lips in a pout, you gaze up at the tall man behind you. Blonde hair, symmetrical face, sharp collarbone, broad chest and - he smirks - and, oh so sinister. How could a delicate smile be so devilishly sincere? And he brands you a minx… what does this handsome man know of you? How long has he been watching? Swallowing your bite thickly, you try and fail to fathom his beauty.

He pushes himself off the tree trunk and circles around you. His eyes dance around the thin, red blanket, the array of fruits, and braided loaves by the wicker basket before trailing up your exposed legs. A shiver snakes around your curves. The way his eyes devour you makes you think he did not stumble upon this hideaway accidentally. Namjoon took extensive measures to ensure no one would. No, this man knows. He must. Why else would he not question your presence alone under the only tree? He accepts it, expects it.

Pushing your sticky arms around your breast, you attempt to somewhat conceal yourself and ask, “Are you a traveller?”

He shakes his head. The wind plays with his hair the moment the sun emerges behind heavy clouds. Its natural glow lights up his figure, in all its holy glory. Well-toned, pierceless, inkless, chiseled features are all too accurate to be human. He is pure. There is very little scarring on his skin as well. He looks down right angelic, prophetic, utterly godly.

Has Namjoon really entertained your fantasies? You first made the suggestion off hand, completely innocent in your phrasing, until his face fell. Stone fierce gaze slicing through your soul, you couldn’t help but describe an ocean’s worth of desires involving more than one man by your side. You were fucked to tears against the tree until it’s branches were bare and the ground was covered in ripe fruit and loose leaves. You thought that would be the end of it. But now, as you carefully stare at the god while he shamelessly sips on your near nakedness, you wonder just how wrong you might have been.

“Have you come to watch?”

“To worship.”

Your arousal slicks your thighs. Pressing your legs together, you suppress the giddy shivers that caress your spine. Though excited, you really can’t believe Namjoon did it. It was a joke but, scanning the sun god’s frame once more, you’re glad he didn’t take it that way. Face flushed, you lie back in your previous position. On your side, breasts on full display, you toss your hair aside. As your lips part to question the details of his intentions, you catch a familiar silhouette by the sea, in the distance. Flickering your gaze between the two men, you wonder if this new god was sent to test your loyalty or limits? The figure nods. You smile.

Attention returning to the golden god, you ask, “Apollo, is it?”

“Taehyung,” he corrects.

“Is that the name you prefer I scream?”

He pauses. Those mismatched eyes widen at your intrepidity. Dazed in confusion, he scans your frame once again, as if reprocessing your presence. He’s underestimated your wits, you realize, but the newfound understanding in his eyes reassures you that it won’t happen again. Good. He’s a quick learner.

Quirking a brow at the blanket beneath you, he asks, “May I?”

You nod once. He licks his lips twice, bites on the bottom one, then seats himself beside you. On his side, bare chest on display, he takes in the scenery from this new angle. Flowers bloom under a peachy dawn, and the vast fields of greenery wither to sandy shores where the sea waves as a way of greeting. His cocky stare lingers on your boyfriend before settling back to your little shrine underneath the orange tree. It’s a parthenon all on its own, with you as the center of its divinity. This detail seems to intrigue him more than it should, but you assume it might also have something to do with being watched.

Taking his hand in yours, you feel the dimming warmth of the setting sun. Who’s manning the chariot, you wonder, and would he be willing to let you ride it? Your bones tremble beneath your flesh at the impression of a distant growl. Oh, right. You almost forgot Ares can read your mind. Being something of a soulmate, he’s connected to you in ways other gods are not. Another growl slices through your thoughts. Jealousy sounds so good on him. Hearing his frustrations, knowing he’s enjoying the way you indulge, flusters the anxious bundle of nerves at your core.

Taehyung chuckles. Inches away now, his hot breath fans over your cheek. Fingers trailing up from your hand, along your arm then to your neck, he wraps his hand around your throat. He presses his thumb in the divet just under your chin, teasing a choke but never actually going through with it. You wonder what Namjoon must be hissing by the sea. What kind of curses is he throwing? Just picturing his furious eyes and cliffed jaw tickles the pit of your stomach.

“You’re precious,” Taehyung whispers, lips pressed against your chin. “I understand why he hides you from us.”

Us? Olympus knows of your blasphemous citrus temple? Usually, this kind of revelation would grant you a lightning bolt to the heart and an eternity in Tartarus. Only this wakes something different in Taehyung. His breath shallows, erection pokes at your thigh. He’s aroused by the idea of worshipping someone as powerless as a mortal. Or perhaps, you wonder as Taehyung nibbles on your skin, he simply adores displaying his power. Either or, you decide to make the most of what your Ares has granted you. Gaze finding his broad frame again, you let out an exaggerated gasp.

Namjoon flinches. However, it isn’t until you press your body against Taehyung’s that he cringes. He shifts his weight, fist clenched by his sides and you swear you can see steam hovering over his head. Namjoon is livid. But, Taehyung is oblivious. Too consumed by your pleasure, he tightens his grip on your throat and trails his open-mouthed kisses down to your breasts. Nipple between his teeth, Taehyung groans in hunger. Tongue teasing, he licks to play, not to soothe any of the stings. Your toes and legs hook around his waist. Hips rolling, you tease a preview of what you have in mind.

Taehyung shifts half an inch away though. You know it’s not because he didn’t enjoy the gesture, the throb against your hip reassuring you just how much he would really enjoy it. It still hurts your pride, however. Twinges of humiliation taint your soft features. He offers half a smirk as a means of comfort.

“He told me you’ve got quite a mouth.”

Is that an excuse or explanation? In both cases, it’s weak. He traces your face, fingertips so soft you almost forget the indirect rejection. Charming, his tiger starved gaze reflects hints of amusement. You’re easy prey, a fact that crumbles your courage. He is not here to coddle your pride, to serve the goddess of this naturous parthenon, but rather to obliviate it. A pitiful pile of pleasure is all he wishes to make of you. Though, now you wonder, is he doing this because he wants to, or because he’s ordered to?

Eyes darting between Apollo and Ares, you swallow thickly. The wondrous glow in Taehyung’s gaze makes you pause. Perhaps you’ve been too hasty. Perhaps they were both counting on that. The humiliation returns ten fold and prickles your skin upon realizing how careless you have been. Too quick to show your keen interest in devouring a different dose of daylight, you did not make Taehyung work as hard as he should’ve. And knowing that must have been what Namjoon was expecting only festers your heart with anger. This isn’t an opportunity to indulge, you conclude, but to reprimand. The both of them want to sip on your submission. The role of a meek mortal amuses them more than it should. It turns you on more than it should. So, you pull away more than you should.

Laying back on your elbows, you redirect your gaze to the sky. You can feel both pairs of eyes studying you. Taehyung props himself up on his forearm and looks over at your suddenly calmed features. It’s almost as if you’ve never exchanged a word at all.

“Funny,” you restart, all cards hidden this time. “He never mentioned you.”

Angry, confused, perhaps both, Taehyung stares. He blink, blink, blinks before he fully registers what’s been said. You can feel Namjoon’s delight though. The pride he has in the way you sassed a rival resonates deep in your core.

As you shimmy out of your dress, Taehyung finally scoffs a chuckle. You attempt to ignore the way it lights your soul with desire and focus on Namjoon’s silhouette. He looks closer, lurking by the tall grass, though still near the sand. Fully naked, you try to school your features and pretend you don’t notice the way Namjoon’s jaw clenches while Taehyung’s falls slack. Your hands rests on Taehyung’s bare thigh long enough to make him shudder and your boyfriend growl. It’s almost all too easy to push Namjoon’s buttons. He hates it when you do something simply because you can.

“You abuse your power,” he always tells you.

And, with a smile, you always reply, “I don’t abuse anything, Joonie. You just can’t refuse it.”

Taehyung seems to prove this statement now, falling prey to the way you toy with him. Half focused, you’re paying enough attention to him to feel his frustration. Displeased with the way you have your eyes glued on the god of war, Taehyung huffs and inches closer.

“Do I need to plant you an orange tree?” he teases. Well, he attempts to anyways. The resentment in his tone seeps through instead.

You bite back a smirk. “You can try.”

His eyes flash with annoyance. Chewing on the insides of his cheeks, Taehyung raises a brow. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but you can safely assume he’s highly debating it. His eyes shift around the tree the two of you currently lounge under. Sparing you a glance, he scoffs. Perhaps he doesn’t think it’s worth it, you wonder. It’s no matter to you. All it really means is more time spent frustrating him, teasing him beyond-

The ground crackles, splitting open with the presence of new roots. Bare branches rise and twist around the orange tree trunk. The deep green leaves sprout. Then, ripe figs bloom. They dangle closer to you than the oranges do. You don’t have much time to really admire them, however, as a loud rumble rattles your bones. The sound is enough to snap your fearful eyes to the seashore. Namjoon is gone.

Shit. Have you taken this too far? Namjoon did plant this tree for you. He had never so much so as looked at another mortal. His allegiance, devotion, and adoration has been declared to you on more than one occasion. You are all he ever sees, thinks, breathes. Swallowing thickly, you mentally call him back. It’s all in good fun, you try to convince him. A quiet hum from the other side of the line is enough to soothe your anxiety. You lean back into the other god.

Taehyung couldn’t be less concerned. Instead of searching for Namjoon, as you seem to be interested in doing, he latches his lips onto your shoulder, a single hand cupping your breast. You gasp. Taking this as an encouragement to continue, Taehyung trails a wet arrangement of open mouthed kisses along your neck. Lips pressed to the shell of your ear, he hisses, “Quite a fucking mouth, indeed.” He digs his fingertips into the flesh of your breast and continues, “Might need some good dick to keep it in check.”

The thought is appealing. So much so, that you cannot help the way your eyes widen and glisten with interest. Having his cock shoved down your throat while he growls at the sheer sight of it alone has compelled your undivided attention. But, Namjoon’s rage still scratches at your bones, warning you against playing too much.

You scoff. “Who says I don’t already have that?”

Taehyung does not reply. Not a smirk graces his lips nor breath escapes him. He simply leans in for a kiss. You find yourself giving in all too quickly. He slides his hand down to cup the space between your thighs and you cannot find it within you to push it away. In fact, you spread your legs further apart and tell yourself it’s reactive. The jolt of your hips up into his hand though… that might’ve been calculative.

But the simple gesture of rolling your hips into his palm has shown all your cards once more. He reclaims the power, pulling away from the kiss and your sex. He clutches onto your hair, a deadpan expression the only means of emotion now. In huffing silence, he yanks on your hair, guiding your head down to his crotch. You hiss, the gesture proving more pleasurable than painful as you feel a fresh rush of your wetness further stain your legs.

His silk skirt, pinned up and hanging from his hip by an arrowed, gold pin, lies in a disarried pile beside him. His huge cock is all that stands before you. He’s thicker than Namjoon, but, even with its impressive length, it does not compare to your boyfriend’s size. Taehyung is massive, but Namjoon is monstrous.

Your mouth still salivates all the same. Tip oozing precum, Taehyung shoves your face against his balls. His thick scent rolls your tongue out. Heavy in lust, he mostly smells of lemons and cream. You’ve always adored citrus… Namjoon knows this well. And though you expected to feel your boyfriend’s anger at this revelation, all you feel on the other side is emptiness. You wonder where he’s gone.

Or, at least you attempt to wonder. The moment you feel the impression of Taehyung’s weighty balls against your lips, all your thoughts dissipate. You swirl your tongue around each one before dropping them in your mouth. Suckling, drool dripping, your enthusiasm cannot be hidden any longer. Moaning maniactically, your eyes roll back.

Taehyung gasps and hisses. The peak of his groans, however, surfaces when you wrap a hand around his thick cock. You were ready to start pumping until you realized a single hand barely even covers half of him. Both hands wrapped around his length now, you twist and drag them up and down. Every so often, you tighten your grip a bit and let out a throaty moan. He shudders each time, legs trembling from your attention.

On your knees, with your ass up high for any onlookers to easily see, the wind lashes at your heat. You squeal, then pull his balls out of your mouth to spit on his cock. The thick wad makes it easier to pump him. Brows furrowed, he runs a hand through his golden hair and shakily sighs… then his sight sets on something behind you. He smirks, white canines a dangerous nod to his power.

A familiar hand rests on the small of your back, the other landing a harsh smack on your ass. You scream and fall forward onto Taehyung, face fully buried in his cock now. He laughs heartily, running a hand through your hair as a weak excuse for comfort.

The hand behind you does not stop after one smack. It goes in for second, then third, and before you know it, your ass is burning with stings and pussy wetter than the ocean behind you. The pain ignites something viciously erotic, cradling your heart enough to make you whimper. It’s the idea of being used, you assume, and it only makes you perk your ass up higher.

His raspy scoff makes you shiver, spine tingling with excitement. He gropes onto your ass and grunts, “Don’t try to be a good girl now.”

Tangling his fingers in your hair, Namjoon uses this harsh grip to shove your face further against Taehyung’s crotch. He pulls back and tries again, making sure your mouth engulfs his friend’s cock this time.

“You want to suck his cock, huh? Then fucking suck, you little slut,” he growls.

Your face flames with embarrassment. You can’t even bring yourself to meet Taehyung’s gaze. He merely laughs through a moan, leaning back on his hands as he watches you choke on his cock. You really can’t take him all in one go; you haven’t even found a way to take Namjoon in a single motion. But, your boyfriend couldn’t care less. He pushes your head down and keeps it there. Your jaw aches, throat burns, contracting around Taehyung’s thickness enough to make him throw his head back. Tears spill and spill and you foolishly think this will be the height of his punishment.

Then, in he goes.

“Such a wet little bitch,” Namjoon hisses as he pushes his cock into your pussy.

You let out a strangled whine against Taehyung, much to his pleasure, and attempt to spread your legs, but Namjoon keeps them in place. They’re barely a hip’s length apart. The pain prickles against your pussy’s wall, making you gag a sob around Taehyung’s cock. The pressure of Namjoon’s huge dick behind you and the weight of Taehyung’s in your mouth trembles your posture. You shake under the intimidation and it doesn’t help at all that Taehyung’s dick is suffocating you.

Namjoon pulls your head up the moment he fully enters. Gasping, you try to catch your breath. You inhale deeply each time, worried Namjoon will shove you back down on Taehyung’s cock without warning. Instead, he gives you a quick moment to breathe, ramming in and out of you like he’s riding a stallion.

Taehyung, eyes half-lidded, admires the way you drool and babble all over yourself. You heave, holding his gaze long enough to realize he’s mocking you, tongue out and breathes exasperated. Then he laughs and Namjoon laughs, and your pride shrivels up. Dignity on the brink of shattering, you try to avoid his gaze, biting your lip to swallow your moans as Namjoon works his way in and out of you.

But Taehyung will not have any of that. He nudges your wet chin back to him and teasingly pouts. “Is baby embarrassed?” he asks, tone more menacing than that taunting gaze of his. You glare at him, but he doesn’t seem fazed. Cupping your chin, Taehyung squeezes your cheeks to pucker your lips. “Answer me,” he seethes.

Parting your lips, you’re about to confirm his statement when Namjoon grunts behind you. He thrusts his hips particularly harder this time and your balance crumbles. You fall over Taehyung. He catches you with his lips, his hand trailing from your face to your neck and gripping onto it like he owns it.

Namjoon is displeased. With a growl, he snaps his hips up, balls shoving their way in you too. Your teeth knock with Taehyung, causing him to grunt and glare at the god behind you. You watch him stare your boyfriend down while tightening his grip on your neck. He goes to say something, a curse judging by the placement of his lips in his teeth, but Namjoon pulls you out of his grasp before Taehyung can even get a syllable out.

Replacing Taehyung’s hand with his own on your neck, Namjoon pulls you back up against his chest. His other hand wraps around your waist. Lips to the shell of your ear, he hammers into you and whispers, “Don’t go forgetting who you belong to.”

You hold Taehyung’s hard stare. His face reddens, cheeks drawn into his mouth as he glares. You whimper, pouting and nodding to Namjoon, but neither one of them seems convinced. Taehyung’s brows raise as if you’ve given him some sort of sign, and Namjoon’s hissing warnings against getting carried away.

“Better not say his name.”

Out of sheer spite, you part your lips to utter the other’s name. However, the word is consequently pounded right out of your mind the moment it emerges. Neither god gives you another moment to develop a reply at all as they battle for your attention. A part of you wishes that each of them simply takes turns, but you already know how useless that would be. Neither one of them will be willing to wait and watch. Namjoon already slipped himself in, the act of watching being too distant for him.

And it seems to be the same for Taehyung as well. He can’t sit still, can’t just watch you get ravished by someone else. You catch the annoyed twinkle in his eye darkening every time Namjoon makes you scream. Swallowing thickly, Taehyung shifts so that he’s lying by your knees and pulls the plump, upper flesh of your pussy apart. Then, smirking, he dips his head in and enthusiastically sucks on your clit. Teeth grazing, he bites and nibbles, drawing the most high-pitched squeals out of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his face further against your pussy.

Namjoon huffs a groan against your cheek. Pounding in full force, he loosens his grip on you a bit. Your hips jolt forward, Taehyung’s teeth clamping down on your clit. You cry out, both hands back over Namjoon’s arm. The god by your knees did not escape unscathed either, his lips slightly bruised from the hit. He drags his gaze up to you, glare deadly.

Guts twisting in ecstasy and guilt, you whimper and shake your head. “Sorr-”

Your apology clinches in your throat as Namjoon tightens his grip on it. “Shut the fuck up, you filthy whore,” he grunts into your hair.

Taehyung catches onto Namjoon’s sly gesture quickly, hungry eyes aflame for vengeance. “Keep her still, or I’ll fuck her into the ground.” His deep voice tickles the swirling pit of your stomach. So rich and raspy, his dulcet voice guides you closer to your orgasm than you’d be brave enough to admit.

Subsequently, Taehyung relatches his lips to your clit. Namjoon swallows enough of his pride not to shake him off again. And you shudder as high doses of ecstasy creep over your nerves. It pumps your veins with excitement, anticipation and sheer joy. Even when they’ve mocked you and used you as a pocket pussy- a set of holes, you cannot deny how horny it makes you for them.

Namjoon huffs your name in your ear, whispering about your tightness, about how he knows how fucking close you are. “Baby is gonna cream,” he mockingly coos. “Do you want him to taste you? Are you that much of a slut, you want another man to taste you? He’ll get addicted.” Namjoon grunts thrice before continuing, “But you already know that, right? You want him addicted. You want him to worship that little cunt of yours, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes!” you screech. Whether it is in reply to his questions or simply a reaction to the dual assault of your pussy, you’re not quite certain. But, Namjoon is. And he’s irate. Shaking with anger, his pounds reach a pace unknown to gods, even Taehyung raises an impressed brow.

Your next intake of air cinches somewhere in your throat. You try to scream, to cry, to make some sort of sound as your cum rushes out of you. Gushing, slouching, your pussy makes enough noise that your mouth doesn’t need to. Both men fall victim to it - to you - anyway. Squirming in Namjoon’s hold, there’s very little you can do. Your mind is foggy, vision blurry, but it doesn’t stop either of them. A distant clash of throaty moans fill the fields, though you can’t register much of that either. Your ears are ringing too much to hear more than your own heartbeat struggling to keep up.

Taehyung growls, his hands constantly knocking against Namjoon’s. Your dazed gaze falls to meet his. Eyes blazed with sexual frustration, he claws at your hips and pulls you forward against him. Namjoon, however, keeps a strong hold on your waist. Your torso’s his for the taking. He grabs hold of your chin and whips your head back to him.

“You look at me when you cum,” he seethes. “Or you won’t cum at all next time.”

Half a breath escapes you in response, but it seems to be half a breath too late. Namjoon emits a raspy groan so sinister it would be a crime to simply call it a growl. He roars. You feel the vibrations of the sound in your spine, another dose of your cum rushing through you. Then, all too quickly, he lets go of you. It takes his hands off your chest for you to realize your legs gave out long ago. You instantly fall to your knees. Taehyung is quick to catch you in his arms. Lips inches apart, Taehyung looks ready to share some of his oxygen with you when Namjoon orders, “Turn her around.”

Taehyung glares over your head. Gulping, his lips twitch in a fake smile as he lifts you. You, however, cannot let him give in that easily. Besides, nothing is better than angering the god of war. His stubborn, victory-bound heart will not rest until you submit to him over Taehyung. And, throwing you into the enemy’s arms does not seem like he’s trying hard enough to win, to discipline you. So, after Taehyung turns you around in his lap, you press a passionate kiss upon his lips, slipping your tongue in for good measure. Taehyung snakes his hand between your legs too, fingers playing all too much for you to stay silent. Between kisses, you sneak a glance at Namjoon, finding Taehyung already doing the same thing.

Towering over you, skin inked, nipples pierced, muscles flexed and slick with sweat, Namjoon huffs. His jaw is locked, a gesture you’ve learned isn’t at all meant to be comforting. With his cheeks sucked in and a brow quirked, Namjoon jerks himself off to the sight of you so openly defiant.

“Open your dirty mouth,” Namjoon orders through gritted teeth. “I need to clean it out.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes, his fingers ceasing their movements as he cups your sex instead. “So dramatic,” he teases, earning a cold stare from Namjoon.

You resist the urge to giggle, having to choose your battles carefully. Taehyung has already gotten too much attention anyways, you decide. Pushing his hand away from your pussy, you ignore the wet kisses Taehyung peppers upon the nape of your neck and gaze up at Namjoon with your mouth open.

He bites his lip to keep from smirking. And, with a loud, chest drawn groan, he releases his load all over your chin and breasts. The warmth of his cum sets your skin ablaze. It feels just as thick as it tastes. Licking around your face, you try to swallow whatever you can get. A little smile breaks out on Namjoon’s face, swelling your heart with pride.

However, Taehyung isn’t as moved by the gesture as you are. He tangles a hand in your hair and pulls your head back against his shoulder. “That’s enough of that,” he breathes over your face. Then he wipes the rest of Namjoon’s cum off with the pad of his thumb and pecks your lips. He rubs the cum into your nipples, teasing them between his thumb and forefinger.

You almost forget Namjoon's presence. That is, until he grabs hold of your ankles and yanks you right out of Taehyung’s hold. With a loud gasp, you’re on your back, legs spread and Namjoon at the center. He gazes lazily down at you, like handling your body is a casual passtime. There is something glittering within that suspicious ease, however. Something cocky, angry, and terrifying. Hand around your neck, Namjoon jerks you off the floor and shoves you back into Taehyung’s arms.

The golden god catches you with a grunt. He draws his brows together in confusion, silently questioning Namjoon. He parts his lips, but your boyfriend huffs, cutting him off. Namjoon grabs you by your bicep and turns you around to face Taehyung.

After making sure your legs are spread and straddling the other god’s waist, Namjoon seethes, “The simplest instructions.” His warm tongue darts out to lick the shell of your ear. Between nibbles he continues, “You can’t even follow the simplest instructions. That can’t be easily forgiven anymore, baby.”

You’re not quite sure what he means, considering he’s never punished you in this position before. Usually, being on top is a reward. He grants you a sliver of control, consequence free, when you’ve been well-behaved. This level of generosity is a rarity. However, as Namjoon pushes you further into Taehyung, with you wrapped around his torso, you begin to wonder what kind of punishment you’re in for, and which one of them is administering it.

Of course, these thoughts are fleeting as Taehyung’s fat cock prods around your pulsing hole. Sparks of bliss set to flames the nerves bunching around your clit. You shudder each time he brushes his tip against it. Petting your hair back just to grab it, Taehyung breathes a chuckle into the crook of your neck. He licks and sucks on your delicate skin like you belong to him. And for a split second, you almost think you do. The sweet, wet kisses and the way he eases into you only just has you forgetting that Namjoon is standing over you, watching as another god worships.

With a smack, your memories jolt back. The sting of both cheeks makes you all too aware of his presence now. You cry out, falling over Taehyung clumsily. The spank hit so hard, so fast that it even has Namjoon hissing from the impact. Even still, he smacks you again and again and again. “You still have no idea what you’ve asked for, do you?” he questions.

You thought you did. You hoped you did. But, as Namjoon spanks you with added force, you realize just how right he is. You whimper into Taehyung’s shoulder. He’s kept his cock warm in your tight, clenching hole when Namjoon begins to get vicious with his spanks. Chuckling and mocking you in whispers, Taehyung finds your suddenly all too obedient state entertaining. It flames your face with shame, your entire body caught between wanting another serving of cock or slaps. He imitates your whimpers, coaxing more tears out of you before hissing, “If you had any real shame, you’d get off my cock and go suck your boyfriend’s.”

“She’s a fucking slut,” Namjoon answers, landing another slap to your tenders cheeks. “Why’d you stop fucking her?”

Some humanity flashes in Taehyung’s eyes as you nuzzle your face against his. He mutters something incoherent, along the lines of, “She can’t handle it.”

“She can!” Namjoon grunts as he finally rubs your pain buzzed ass. A shaky whine escapes you and tickles Taehyung’s ear. “You can take it, right, baby?” he asks, digging his nails into your flesh.

You whine in agreement. It’s not enough. He needs to hear you say- scream it. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he peels you off Taehyung enough for him to get a good look at your face. He folds his hands under his head, smirking at the sight of you so shattered by pleasure of being in pain. Face flushed, wet, cum stained and eyes innocent, your features fold in raptured anguish.

Namjoon roughly kneads your right cheek while pressing the length of his cock against it. “Can you take the fucking like a good girl?” He mockingly coos. It juts a chorus of shivers down your spine.

You squeeze tight around Taehyung at the thought. He rasps your name. Namjoon growls lowly, rubbing himself against you as he warns, “You’re not gonna make me ask you a third time, are you?”

Taehyung shifts his hips, cinching your breath at your throat from the stroke of friction. Why did he have to be so big, so pretty and hot staring at you like that? Why’d you have to go tempting gods you know you can’t keep up with? You regret angering Namjoon, realizing that jealousy is the worst power trip you can feed a god. They both want to watch you fall apart, crumble into a pile of bones. Tears spill at the thought, pussy aching around a cock too big to adjust to. Every nerve feels so sensitive, so overused, yet you need to cum again.

No. You can’t take it. But, you’ll be damned if you tell either of them that. And as Namjoon lays another sharp smack on your cheeks, tingling with pain, you circle your hips around Taehyung’s and cry out a broken, breathy and utterly desperate, “Y-es!”

Taehyung grips onto your hips, pulling you half out. You expect to be plunged onto his cock with a new degree of force, but find another one attempting to squeeze in as well. Namjoon’s monster cock pushing into your pussy alongside Taehyung’s. Your jaw drops, eyes roll back as that viciously delicious stretch strangles your soul with bliss. He enters you slow, but sharp, knowing full well that the both of them cannot fit.

Neither cares. Both gods create a quickly speeding rhythm of thrusts into you. Body jolting forwards, breasts shaking over Taehyung’s face and ass bouncing against Namjoon’s hips. He hunches over you to groan your name in your ear, voice husky with lust and dominance. He repeats the word like a prayer. Every syllable drips slow out of his lips like thick molasses when his voice reaches such depth.

You try to lean back into him, but Taehyung keeps you in place with the tight grip on your hips. “Stay still,” he grunts against your nipple. Then, he sucks on it, teasing the little nub between his teeth.

You moan a little too loud at Taehyung’s ministrations for Namjoon’s liking. Both hands locked on your ass, Namjoon pushing your cheek up and against Taehyung. You lose whatever balance you had weighted on your arms, falling flat against the sun god with a squeal. His cock fully plugs into you and when he tries to thrust up against you once more, Namjoon growls, “Both of you stay still.”

A shiver tickles your spine with the wind. As Taehyung kisses your neck, you attempt to sneak a peek at your boyfriend over your shoulder and push your ass back into him. He’s sweaty and huffing. The peachy sunset behind him halos around his muscular frame. He’s so pretty when he’s mad, all those veins lacing his inked skin like little spider webs. His gaze finds yours, that annoyed look intensifying in his eyes when you wink at him.

And though it was completely innocent, it still switches something off in Namjoon. He shifts his tight grip on your ass to the small of your back then, all at once, presses down onto it with the entirety of his strength. A series of loud cracks elicit from your spine like the fire of a gun at the start of a race. And away go his hips as he rams in and out of your too full pussy.

Screams and sudden sobs pour out of you and onto Taehyung as the both of you get shaken by Namjoon’s force. You know your back isn’t broken, blown out maybe, but definitely not broken. You just didn’t think this would be the result of his jealousy and anger. Did he think you were mocking him with that wink, with Taehyung? Perhaps some mocking did occur with Taehyung around, but he’s always liked your snarkier side. He tells you to behave because he knows you won’t and adores it when you don’t. But, maybe you did take it too far, and give into Taehyung too much. You really wish you can say, with all this overstimulating and teasing and taunting, that you regret it all.

Only, you don’t.

Clutching tighter onto Taehyung’s shoulders, your tears fall as freely as your broken moans. Namjoon smacks his hips over your ass, pounding your pussy like it’s just you two here. It’s not as though Taehyung is lying under you, obsessing over how tight you are and just how amazing you smell.

“You know why he’s so mad right,” he questions quietly, voice strained. When you shake your head, he chuckles and whispers, “Because he knows how much better I make you feel.”

The whimper that leaves you was by no means a response to whatever Taehyung was going on about. Though he gives it to you great, he doesn’t compare to your boyfriend. You suppose Namjoon knows this too, somewhere within that deep connection you two share. Still, he holds you further down against Taehyung, practically melding your body into his, and thrusts at an ungodly speed just as he did when he caught you sucking Taehyung’s cock.

You’re not sure either of them understand the load of pleasure they are washing over you. Taehyung has his giant cock stationed in your pussy with his tip pressing continuously against your g-spot as Namjoon’s monstrous cock jabs at it again and again.

Body trembling, voice broken, you squeal, “I’m- ahhgh I’m gon-na cuu-uum.”

“Me too,” Taehyung husks in your ear. It has you clenching tighter.

Namjoon scoffs through a moan. “No, you’re fucking not.”

“But, Joon-”

A harsh smack against your ass silences your protests. “You know what to do when you’re close,” he grunts.

Yes, you do. But there isn’t much time to beg. You have two huge cocks in you and if he thinks he can coax some sort of plea-

“Fuck,” you cry as he spanks you again.

“ASK!” he roars, hands on your back just to make it crack all over again.

Drooling, whimpering, eyes rolling, you somehow find it in you to hold back your orgasm long enough to beg, “Please, fuck, just let me cum! Please, please, Namjoon!”

“Just fucking let her cum,” Taehyung grunts.

Namjoon snakes one of his hands up your spine, hips still ramming into you all the same, and latching onto your hair. Slowly, he peels you off of Taehyung and holds you against his chest. You screw your eyes shut in an attempt not to cream both their cocks.

With his lips at your ear, he whispers, “Look down at him.” After forcing your eyes open and down at Taehyung, who looks all too pleased with your ruined state, Namjoon orders, “Thank him for a good time.”

Panting, lips a spitty mess, you whimper, “Thank you for a good time.”

Taehyung rubs your thighs. “She’s just as fun when she’s a good girl,” he hisses to himself.

Namjoon chuckles, wrapping his free hand around your throat. “You’re my best girl either way,” he whispers to you. The praise makes you shiver, your orgasm almost slipping right out of your control.

“Please let me cum now,” you cry. “Please, I need it.”

Taking a deep breath of your scent, Namjoon peppers little kisses along your jawline. “Shall we all cum together?” he asks before nodding to Taehyung. The sun god’s hips jolt back to act and soon each one is back to taking turns to smash your already too sensitive spot.

You nod energetically. Truthfully, you don’t care if either one of them cums, just as long as they let you do it now.

Taehyung shifts one of his hands further up your hips, his thumb working fast and small circles over your clit. You’re quaking, head thrown back against Namjoon’s shoulders, eyes rolling and screwed shut when Namjoon orders you to look at him. You force them open enough to watch a wicked swirl of power and lust gleam in his eyes. With a single breath, lips hovering over yours, he whispers, “Cum.”

Your vision spots black before failing all together as an extreme dose of ecstasy floods your senses. Their growls collide with your breathless screams in a cacophony of pleasure with each shot of cum they fill you with. And you return the favour, coating each cock with more cum than you think you’ve ever offered. In and out, they still go, desperate to leave you dripping with the impression of both of them for days.

Namjoon spits in your mouth a bit and chuckles quietly when you still find it in you to swallow it. “You just had to be a fucking brat, hmm?” he groans as both his and Taehyung’s thrusts slow down. “Are you satisfied now?”

You hear his words and think that maybe you are processing them, but you really can’t find enough of your voice or energy to respond. Heaving, you know your body gave out well before he even got you in this position and blew your back out. You don’t even realize that you’re slobbering all over yourself until Namjoon licks it all away. Only little whimpers and whines manage to reply to him. It only strengthens that power blown look in his eyes.

Taehyung suddenly pulls himself out of you. Or rather, Namjoon pulls you up and off his cock. Then, he stands up on his knees and presses a soft kiss to your mouth, despite Namjoon’s annoyed groan. “And thank you for such a great evening, my-”

“She’s not yours!”

You watch through somewhat blurry vision as the two gods glare at each other. Taehyung then glances over at the fig vines laced around the orange tree. With a smirk, he nods. His hands fondle your breast one more time before he grabs what little clothes he came with. Then, with the sun, he’s gone.

Basking in the glow of the moon, Namjoon slowly pulls out of you. His touches are now all too gentle to even register, or maybe your skin is simply still on fire from such a rough fucking. Either way, he’s careful in how he handles you now. Cradling you to his chest, he helps you lay down. He kisses your forehead and mutters, “Take a deep breath.”

You do so. Again and again. When you’re breathing somewhat regulates, your mind finally catches up with where you are now. Resting in Namjoon’s arms, his silk skirt draped over your body like a blanket, you gaze up at the stars.

“He planted figs,” Namjoon mutters.

You shift against his chest before shrugging. “He did.” You’re not sure why that simple detail seems to tick him off so much. They’re just figs.

“Do you still like oranges though?”

It suddenly clicks in your head. His anger translating into worry. Does he really think that you’d give him up for Taehyung? He should know you well enough to know he’s your world. And if you weren’t so sore or weak, you would have gotten up and picked the ripest orange and shared it with him. Instead, you turn in his lap, suppressing the urge to hiss at the sparks of pain running up and down your back, and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love oranges.”

He fights off a smile, but relief reflects in his gaze. “I’m sure they love you too,” he mutters like he hasn’t told you so before.

It all doesn’t matter too much anyways. He’s yours and you’re his. No other god, no matter how many times they stop by, will change that. This is, after all, your orange tree.

note; please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission.

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aschlindartroom · 3 years ago

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Genre swap ask game: 18!

Oooooo a SLASHER AU.

Okay okay, let me think...

GOT IT.

SO.

Seung Kim is a new counselor at [insert oddly prophetic summer camp name here]. She's joined up and hitchhiked across the country to work there because her father-- an abusive sombitch who disappeared almost four years ago-- used to work there and tell her stories all the time as a kid. Since his death, she hasn't been able to let his disappearance go, so she's hoping to find some closure.

She arrives about a week early, as scheduled. Ehren is another counselor there, and his brother Eckehart runs the place along with his co-leader, Bhakti. Martin is the book-keeper/coordinator. Egon, Rhen, Antoni, and Kannon are also counselors.

The first night, around a campfire, Antoni tells the story of the summer over 15 years ago, when an entire group of counselors was murdered-- literally torn to pieces all over the campground. Local police determined that it was a bear or some other animal, but they didn't publicize all of the weird occult symbols that were painted all over the place.

Bhakti, Antoni, Rhen, and Kannon kidnap Seung to use her as a human sacrifice that night, explaining that during that summer 15 years ago, a few of the counselors were trying to summon a God to give them occult power, but royally fucked it up hence the massacre.

It gets fucked up again. Queue a slender man/Jason-type camp romp/escape narrative. During the ritual Seung was given strange powers.

...I'd write this. xD Sounds fun.

Thanks for the ask @aohendo!!!

#second serpent asks #second serpent #bird and fish #writeblr #writing community #second serpent wip #writers of tumblr #novel #bird and fish wip

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redactar · 3 years ago

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5 SONGS THAT DESCRIBE YOUR MUSE

1) Spectrum - Survive Said the Prophet

2) Drown - Bring Me The Horizon

3) Paralyzed - NF

4) Crossfire - stephen

5) Ghost - Au/Ra

Tagged by: @gatheringstars thx u

Tagging: @fasciinating , @dilffactory for darcy, @trepidaticn for kim ...and whoever else

#drag the lake and take me home (aesthetic)

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doiefy · 5 years ago

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rhythm // kim doyoung

genre: fluff, hogwarts!au pairing: slytherin!doyoung x female reader word count: 0.9 k

at some point while writing this I started rewatching order of the phoenix because I thought I could multitask,, boy was I wrong. enjoy my attempt at fluff.

Doyoung spun the two of you around the Great Hall, guiding your dance with a certain fluidity and grace you didn’t know he possessed. His steps were light; he was always careful but sure, perfectly in time with the string quartet.

It was a stark contrast to the Kim Doyoung you were used to: the perfect example of a Slytherin, cunning and intelligent, ambitious in every way possible. The one who had all the right answers to the professors’ most challenging questions and the one who competed with you endlessly in every class you shared. At first, his silent ambition made him seem cold and apathetic, and the way he held his head up so high had only fueled your contempt for him. You’d judged him harshly upon your first meeting, only to realize that he was much more than what meets the eye. In his ambition, there was also kindness. In his confidence, there was empathy.

Tonight, he was all polite gestures and warm smiles, gentle hands on your waist and sweet nothings whispered in your ear. Dressed in black robes with his hair parted nearly, he looked striking and effortlessly elegant among the sea of guests. Of all the Triwizard Tournament Champions dancing alongside you, he was the only one who had your attention, the only one you had bet money on—the professors might not have approved of gambling, but it’d recently become a favourite pastime in the Slytherin common room.

You wore a gown that matched his dress robes: a silver-embroidered black skirt that flowed all the way down to your ankles and an emerald green bodice to match. You’d pulled your hair into a braided bun and pinned it in place with the serpent-shaped hair clip Doyoung had given you earlier. But as much as you adored the dress (and perhaps you’d paid a bit too much for it), it weighed you down, the skirt threatening to sweep you off balance as you danced. You hung onto Doyoung tightly, following his rhythm as best as you could—as if a single wrong move could send you crashing. You felt like a child learning to walk, a young bird thrown out of the nest without the ability to properly fly yet.

But Doyoung thought you were stunning; there was a distinct brightness in his eyes when he looked at you and curiosity in the way he softly held your gaze. He’d looked at you like that earlier when Donghyuck had finished fixing your hair. And he looked at you like that now. You tilted your head up to ask, “What is it?”

He smiled. “Nothing. You look beautiful.”

You flushed at the compliment, fumbling for the right words to say. A familiar look returned to his eyes almost immediately and you prepared yourself for whatever teasing remark could come next.

“Cat got your tongue?” By now, you were used to his relentless teasing and nagging. The kind words he offered you were always offset by some sort of joke, his congratulations paired with taunts for you to do better, though you knew it was all out of good intent. Even when he asked you out to the Yule Ball, the parchment note he’d passed you in the middle of Potions was signed with a snarky comment.

“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, though you were smiling. “Yeah, you too. You... look good.”

He raised a brow. “What was that?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

“What if I want to hear it again?”

You slapped his arm gently, sending him an annoyed glare. He laughed, and to your disbelief, pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You were speechless for a moment as heat rapidly rose to your cheeks. “That bitch journalist probably saw you do that, you know,” you finally said when you remembered the obnoxious reporter in charge of covering the events of the tournament. She was always more interested in the personal lives of the champions than she was in the tournament itself. “You sure you want your face all over the Daily Prophet tomorrow? I can see the headlines already… Hogwarts Triwizard Champion caught in scandalous love affair—”

“And you think I care?” He grinned. “No one believes a damn thing she writes anyways.”

“Mm, you’d be surprised. People believe in the craziest things. Especially when it comes to you.”

His steps faltered for a moment as he slowed to a near-halt. The sudden change in pace had you stumble in your heels, but he was quick to catch you. With his hand around yours, he led you away from the mass of moving bodies and into the shadows casted by the colossal walls of the room. “Let them believe what they want to believe,” he murmured. “I don’t care what they think of me when it comes to you.”

He pulled you closer, his lips finally meeting yours. After months of mutual pining, after weeks of tiptoeing around your feelings for each other because neither of you could work up the courage to address them, something about it felt like such a huge relief. Like the weight had finally been lifted from your shoulders. You let out a content sigh against his lips, allowed yourself to fall deeper into his embrace.

Your dance continued in a secluded corner of the Great Hall, though it now followed no set tempo. The string quartet long forgotten, the two of you swayed to your own rhythm, your own melody, following a score only you could read.

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Crescent || Chapter 16

Fandom(s): ATEEZ

AU: Treasure Hunters

Genre: Action, Fantasy, Sci-Fi

Relationship: Everyone x Everyone, Established Hongjoong x Yunho

Language: English

Status: Ongoing

Chapter WC: 6,904 words

Warnings: Character Death, Stabbing, Fighting, Blood, Aliens, War, Funerals, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Mentions of Child Abuse / Child Work, Explosions, Murder Attempt, Robbery, Homeless/Runaway Character, Torture, Mentions of Slavery more will be added.

Chapter Warnings: None Apply

Summary:

"The thing I haven't told you is..." Wooyoung bit his lower lip. There was really no easy way to say it. "The eight of us are supposed to be together... romantically."

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The dream had changed. They were no longer in the gardens of the Kim castle, but instead they were at the top of a hill under the night sky. Wooyoung looked around, realizing that this was probably a residue from a memory Yunho had been dreaming about. Hongjoong smiled wide and ran to hug his boyfriend, excited that Wooyoung had succeeded.

Wooyoung stayed behind for a bit, worried that Yunho might think of him as an enemy. However, Yunho looked around in wonder, almost instantly realizing he was dreaming once he saw the place they were at. Wooyoung smiled at him, shyly raising his hand as a form of greeting. Honjoong whispered something to Yunho, quickly, before grabbing his hand and bringing him forward to meet Wooyoung.

"So you're the mysterious dream-man." Yunho said, looking down at Wooyoung, who was in turn looking at Hongjoong.

"Yes?" Wooyoung’s voice was a little thin. He knew Yunho was handsome, but he did look better seeing him in person.

"His name is Wooyoung, not dream-man," Hongjoong huffed. "He was the one who convinced me to keep Yeosang and told me how to help Seonghwa."

"So you're the reason we have more mouths to feed?" Yunho raised an eyebrow, but his tone was joking. It still made Wooyoung blush slightly in embarrassment.

"It was necessary," Hongjoong supplied for him. "He's a Somnum, so he had a prophetic dream that involves us and those two 'extra mouths', so I guess we're tied by fate." Wooyoung nodded in agreement.

"I haven't told you everything though, besides the other thing I said I couldn't tell you..." Wooyoung's volume decreased as he spoke, realizing how bad that sounded.

"Care to give me a rundown?" Yunho asked, a little bit more serious.

Wooyoung nodded. He took a deep breath and tried to organize his thoughts. He couldn't tell them about the main issue itself, yet, but he owed to at least tell them where things were going, so that they could get ready. Wooyoung knew that even without him telling them, things were already on their way there. He had seen the visions, the little interactions between the seven of them.

"Well, Hongjoong already gave you an idea of who I am." Wooyoung began. "Aside from Yeosang and Seonghwa, there's also San, Mingi and Jongho involved."

"So that's eight of us?" Yunho looked at Hongjoong for confirmation, and Hongjoong nodded.

"We're going to influence an important historical event, but I cannot tell you how yet because it might change the results and we can't afford that." Wooyoung smiled apologetically.

"And what's the thing you haven't told me?" Hongjoong asked, a little confused because he already knew those things.

"The thing I haven't told you is..." Wooyoung bit his lower lip. There was really no easy way to say it. "The eight of us are supposed to be together... romantically."

There was a prolonged moment of silence as Hongjoong and Yunho processed his answer. Hongjoong's eyes seemed to widen as he understood what Wooyoung was saying. Yunho, on the other hand, looked very serious.

"See, I told you it was completely fine if you showed interest in any of the other crew members." He deadpanned finally, looking at Hongjoong.

"Shut up!" Hongjoong yelled in return, punching Yunho on the arm.

Wooyoung chuckled, quite relieved that Yunho was taking it so calmly, and even with a little bit of humor. He had been worried at first, because he didn't know Yunho as well as the others, but he seemed by far the least concerned out of the three of them. Hongjoong blushed slightly, embarrassed at being exposed like that in front of Wooyoung.

"It's okay, I sort of had insight on what's happening already," Wooyoung smiled, once again sensing Hongjoong's thoughts. "Don't be too concerned about it, it's not going to be quite prominent yet, but I know it's already happening." He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing Hongjoong.

"So what, we're going to earn six boyfriends each?" Yunho asked, finding it a little comical.

"I mean if you're willing to take in six more boyfriends, then yes, sure." Wooyoung chuckled. "Even my visions aren't set in stone, things can change... But I'd like to think they won't. It's a little different when you can see the possible future."

Yunho stared at Wooyoung, evaluating him. Wooyoung felt exposed. He knew Yunho had perfectly understood what he had meant before. As unfortunate as it was, Wooyoung had already begun falling in love with them, getting to know them through his visions of their individual pasts and the future they could have together. He didn't want those visions to not come through, but he knew there was a chance of that happening. Yunho sighed, interrupting his train of thought.

"Well, if everyone else is here already... When will we get to meet you?" Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"Ah- Soon!" Wooyoung hurried to say. He couldn't reveal the details yet, but he knew there wasn't much time left. "I'm actually getting ready to head your way, but I am still a bit far away, so it'll still be some time until we meet."

"I see..." Yunho nodded.

"We don't need to go pick you up, right? You're not in some sort of dangerous situation?" Honjoong asked, looking a little concerned. Wooyoung smiled. Hongjoong was always so kind.

"Not at all," Wooyoung shook his head. "I'm perfectly fine, you don't need to wait for me. I'll arrive to you eventually. I do need to leave now though, since I still have to go visit the others."

"Will you tell them about...?" Hongjoong hesitated towards the end, still unable to wrap his head around the idea that the eight of them were supposed to be together. Wooyoung couldn't blame him, especially since Hongjoong had been torturing himself so much about keeping his identity secret.

"I ought them the truth," Wooyoung smiled. "Good night Hongjoong, good night Yunho."

Wooyoung is not surprised when he appears in the mines once again. He knows Mingi misses his family immensely, and he feels a little bad for always appearing there to interrupt his dreams of them. However, this time it is necessary, and he thinks Mingi might appreciate it. So he walks through the familiar path of the underground city until he reaches the nursery where Mingi reads stories to the kids.

When Mingi looks up at him, his smile grows wide and his cheeks turn slightly red. The kids disappear, but the two of them are still at the nursery. Wooyoung approaches Mingi and sits next to him, close enough that their arms are brushing. They haven't seen each other since the last time, where Wooyoung had left him after panicking for making the situation between them turn so intimate. He regrets that a little.

"How have you been?" Mingi asks first.

"Good," Wooyoung nods. "I'm sorry for last time."

"Ah-" Mingi's blush grows. "Don't worry about it." He coughs, and Wooyoung smiles, endeared.

"I'm here to give you the explanation I owe you, about who I am and why I'm visiting your dreams." Wooyoung began explaining, grabbing Mingi's right hand. "But I was wondering if you would mind if I bring Jongho here? Visiting dreams is a little exhausting and I would like to kill two birds with one stone."

"Ah, about that..."

"What? You two still haven't talked about the kiss?" Wooyoung grinned, softly pushing Mingi, who let out a strained yelp.

"Y-You knew about that?" Mingi was glowing bright red.

"Yeah, I can't really control all of the visions I get, sorry." Wooyoung shrugged, a little ashamed. "But you'll probably want to talk to him after what I'm going to tell you."

"O-Oh..." Mingi nodded. "Then I guess it's better if you bring him here."

"Thank you." Wooyoung smiled.

He closed his eyes and repeated the process he had carried out with Hongjoong and Yunho. It was far easier this time, now that he knew how it felt and how to do it. He found Jongho's dream. It took him by surprise how faint it felt, like he wasn't even dreaming, but Wooyoung managed to hold onto it and bring it closer and closer until the two dreams turned into one.

"Woah..." Mingi exclaimed next to him. "I can't believe you actually did it, is he real?"

"Mingi?" Jongho asked. "What is this? Who is that? Where are we?" He asked the questions one after another, looking around in confusion.

"My name is Wooyoung," He smiled comprehensively. "We are in Mingi's dream, although I'm a little surprised it basically didn't change at all."

"Was it supposed to?" Mingi asked, curiously gazing at Wooyoung.

"Well, at least it happened with Hongjoong and Yunho, but maybe that's because they know each other from before?" Wooyoung shrugged, not really having an answer for that.

"You... know Hongjoong and Yunho?" Jongho asked, looking a little wary. "Are you the one who told Mingi about Seonghwa?"

"Yes, that would be me..." Wooyoung nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself to you until now..."

"It's fine..." Jongho finally approached them and sat in front of them.

He noticed how Wooyoung was grabbing Mingi's hand but made no comment about it. He was panicking a little about it inside, though. Had Jongho kissed Mingi while he was dating someone else? Jongho didn't want to put Mingi in such a difficult situation. Maybe he should apologize, although it didn't seem like Mingi was too worried.

"I'll explain to you first, okay?" Wooyoung smiled. He explained first about his species, his visions and the mission they had together. He didn't tell them about their ultimate goal, like he hadn't told Hongjoong and Yunho before. "The last thing you should know is... the eight of us are supposed to uh... date? Each other." Wooyoung scratched his head, feeling awkward.

"W-What?!" Mingi yelled, clearly surprised by the revelation.

"L-Look, it doesn't actually have to happen, if you don't want it to, it's just what my visions say." Wooyoung quickly tried to excuse himself, taken aback by Mingi's surprise.

"Huh, I see." Jongho hummed, taking all of the information in.

"It doesn't... surprise you?" Wooyoung asked, disconcerted. He had expected that kind of reaction even less.

"No, of course it does." Jongho chuckled. "But I'm the kind to just... take things as they come, I suppose." He shrugged. "What do you think the three of us have a date inside Mingi's dream?"

"A date?" Wooyoung couldn't help but raise his voice, more than surprised. "W-Why?"

"Well, if this is going to happen, we might as well, right?" Jongho chuckled. He offered them his hands to help them stand up.

"Do I have any say in this?" Mingi asked, voice low and insecure as he accepted Jongho's hand and stood up.

"If what you're going to say has anything to do with you being too nervous to come with us, then no." Jongho said, but he was only joking, and made sure to let Mingi know. "But for real, this doesn't have to be serious, it's just a dream."

"Please?" Wooyoung looked at Mingi as well, a pleading expression on his face.

"O-Okay." Mingi nodded.

Jongho helped Wooyoung up and then, with a snap of his fingers, Wooyoung changed the scenery they were in. Instead of the mines, he brought them to his town in Oniris. He had only shown Hongjoong his room before, but this time he wanted to show Mingi and Jongho a little more about himself. Wooyoung desperately wanted the others to trust him and accept him, because his feelings depended on that.

The town itself was small and not very populated. Most of the buildings were small and looked like domes. The surface was reflective because of the solar panels they used to obtain their energy. Jongho and Mingi looked around in wonder. Everything in the land was so clean and open. The grass was well cut and maintained, and there were trees along the main streets. It didn't seem like the town had a defined structure, but more like it followed the shape of the earth itself.

"Welcome to my home," Wooyoung smiled. He offered them his hands and they took them. His smile widened, happy that they were accepting to do this with him.

The reconstruction of his town in the dreams wasn't perfect. It took a lot of energy to keep it up, so he was just focusing on the area they were in instead of trying to expand the vision infinitely. He took them around the town and talked to them a little about it, revealing more of himself to them than he had ever done to anyone else. Wooyoung was excited. His word had been small and confined to Oniris for such a long time, that talking about it to someone else felt unreal.

"I'll take you to see my house, and then maybe I can take you to my favorite place in the town." He suggested.

"Of course." Jongho nodded, enthusiastic. Mingi nodded too, but he was silent as his wide eyes tried to burn the memory in his brain. Wooyoung wasn't sure how much they would remember once they woke up, but their effort made him happy.

When they got to his house, he felt an immediate pang of nostalgia as he thought of his parents. He missed them both so much. He talked about them passionately as he showed them around the house, tearing up a little when he saw the empty house. Mingi stopped him for a moment to give him a tight hug. Wooyoung buried his face on Mingi's chest and took a few deep breaths, as Jongho patted his back comfortingly.

Once he had calmed down, he smiled at both of them with shining eyes and thanked them. Then, deciding he didn't want to ruin the mood anymore, he grabbed their hands and guided them out of the house. They still had one more place to visit before he had to leave and visit the other three people he was missing. Wooyoung had been thinking about it, but in the end he had decided he would be alone with San, as he knew the other would prefer that.

"Okay, here we are!" Wooyoung exclaimed, gesturing towards a dome slightly smaller than the others.

Jongho and Mingi looked very confused, but followed Wooyoung inside nonetheless. There wasn't much inside the little dome but an empty reception desk. Wooyoung went around it and guided them towards a trap on the floor. When he pulled it up, the door gave way to a set of wooden stairs.

They went down the stairs into a room carefully illuminated by candelabrum. It was like walking into another era. The room was incredibly cozy, furnished with couches and sofas all around. The walls were covered with bookcases full of all sorts of tomes, even though it was an outdated practice. In the center, there was a majestic piano. The model looked like it must be quite old, but the piano itself was so well taken care of that it looked almost brand new.

Wooyoung walked away from them and examined the piano, making sure it was in top shape, although it was a dream, so of course it would be. He sat in front of it and gave it a trial run, making sure that his abilities could correctly imitate its sound, when he was satisfied with it, he asked them to come closer.

"I'm not much of a reader, but I love music." Wooyoung explained. "My mom loves reading and she often comes here to do so, because she prefers paper versions than holograms. She started taking me here when I was a child in hopes I'd pick up the habit too. Instead, I ended up falling in love with the piano." He chuckled.

"You know how to play it?" Mingi asked, surprised. Wooyoung nodded.

"Yeah, although I'm self-taught, so I'm probably not that good." He chuckled. "I would still like to play something for you, before I have to move on to meet the others. So... Would you listen to me play?"

"Of course," Jongho smiled, moving to turn a sofa around so that Mingi and him could sit while they listened to Wooyoung.

Once they were settled, Wooyoung began playing. He didn't actually have a name or lyrics to the song. It was simply a song that his mother would hum to him when he was a child and couldn't fall asleep. He knew the notes to it by heart. It was a slow and calm song; the kind that would comfort anyone in their worst moments. Wooyoung had never shared that song with anyone, but he liked that they were the first to listen to it.

The song eventually came to an end after a few minutes, and Wooyoung stopped playing, resting his hands on the keys. He looked at Jongho and Mingi. Jongho had a gentle smile on his face, like he had read all of Wooyoung's emotions through his playing. Mingi looked like he was about to cry a little, like he had seen all of Wooyoung's past through that song. Wooyoung felt a little bad and immediately stood up to hug Mingi.

"Don't cry, it's not even a sad song!" Wooyoung chuckled, mushing Mingi's face between his hands and unconsciously pecking his lips.

"Ah-" Jongho let out, surprised.

Wooyoung's eyes opened wide open and so did Mingi's. That had not been on purpose, certainly, and Wooyoung couldn't even begin to explain why he had done it to begin with. His hands fell to both his sides and he took a step back. Mingi lowered his head, cheeks turning pink as he realized what had just happened.

"I think I'm gonna go now, I'm sorry." Wooyoung quickly excused himself and ran away.

Wooyoung appeared in Yeosang's dream and crouched on the floor, holding his head between his hands. He couldn't believe he had just done that to poor, sweet Mingi, who genuinely didn't need to feel even more confused about his feelings than he already did. Wooyoung felt so guilty. He really hadn't meant to kiss Mingi without his permission, let alone in front of Jongho. What a way to introduce himself.

Still, he couldn't allow himself to wallow in self pity. He still had three more people to meet and probably not a lot of time left. To be fair, he wasn't entirely sure how fast time went when he was inside dreams, as dreams tended to be kind of slow paced and detached from reality. In summary, he needed to hurry up. Finding Yeosang wasn't too hard, as he was dreaming once again about being home with his mother.

He couldn't quite tell if the memory of Yeosang's mother counted as a nightmare or a dream to him. The memory itself didn't seem to be positive, but whenever he met Yeosang there, he didn't seem agitated. He seemed very nostalgic. Wooyoung found him once again in the kitchen, sitting in front of his crying mother and trying to console her. It broke his heart in pieces any time he had to see Yeosang like that.

"Yeosang..." He called, trying to break the dream softly.

Yeosang raised his head to look at Wooyoung and, just like that, his mother banished in his arms. Wooyoung could see he was crying. He walked towards Yeosang and knelt in front of him, pulling him into a tight hug. He thought that maybe Yeosang would have appreciated his song a little more had Wooyoung played it for him, but he also didn't think Yeosang would focus much on it once he brought in Seonghwa.

"Are you alright?" Wooyoung asked once Yeosang had calmed down a little. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," Yeosang sniffled. "I'm fine though, thank you."

"Okay..." Wooyoung took a deep breath and gave Yeosang some space. "I really don't want to do this right now, but there's something kind of... urgent, I need to discuss with you."

"Uh, sure," Yeosang quickly wiped the tears away and nodded. "What is it?"

"Well, before that..." Wooyoung sighed. "I have to bring Seonghwa into this dream." Yeosang immediately groaned.

"Do you absolutely have to do that?" Yeosang asked, clearly displeased.

"I thought you two were getting along better?" Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, smiling.

"Well, I'm certainly trying but-"

"I think what I'll tell you today might help you get closer to him," Wooyoung insisted. It could also pretty much have the opposite effect, but he hoped it wouldn't

"Fine..."

Wooyoung's smile widened and he closed his eyes, focusing on pulling Seonghwa into the dream. It was so much easier to do it this time, as it almost seemed like Seonghwa was waiting for him to do it. As soon as he felt the dreams merge, he opened his eyes, and sure enough, Seonghwa was standing in front of them, looking absolutely star struck.

"You-" Seonghwa didn't even notice Yeosang was there until he approached Wooyoung and Yeosang stood up right in front of him. "Oh... You." He huffed.

"This might be my worst idea so far..." Wooyoung mumbled, standing up. He grabbed Seonghwa's hand and claimed his attention, smiling at him. "I'm glad to see you're doing well."

"It's all thanks to you, you found me and saved me," Seonghwa squeezed Wooyoung's hand, looking at him with such intensity that Wooyoung couldn't help but feel coy.

"It was nothing-"

"We helped too, actually." Yeosang was keen to remind him. He eyed the way Seonghwa and Wooyoung were holding hands and seethed, not liking it one bit.

"Sure." Seonghwa decided to humor him.

He was finally meeting Wooyoung again, and he just wanted to talk to him and understand why Wooyoung had saved a stranger like him. He couldn't understand why Yeosang had to be there to ruin everything, like he seemed so keen on doing all the time. Sure, he had apologized before for being rude, but Seonghwa still didn't trust him. And it seemed like the feeling was mutual.

"Look, you two," Wooyoung sighed. "I'm gonna need you to stop fighting for a minute, there's something important I must share with the both of you."

Yeosang and Seonghwa stared each other down for a couple more seconds before giving in to Wooyoung's petition. Honestly, Wooyoung just couldn't believe the people in his visions were the same when they were acting like that at that moment, but he would have to work with it. He forced them both to sit down at the opposite ends of a big table that Seonghwa's dream had carried with it, just in case they tried to jump at each other's throats.

"So, hopefully, what I'm about to tell you will help deal with whatever you two have going on," Wooyoung began. "Although I suppose there's a chance it'll just make everything worse..." He muttered, shaking his head. "So, in very simple words, I had a dream that eight of us would help an amazing cause and then end up dating, all of us."

He went straight to the point, what else could he do? Yeosang and Seonghwa looked like they were a little thick, and if he wanted to get through them, he would have to be as direct as possible. He just hoped they wouldn't start fighting again, because he didn't want to deal with it.

"By eight of us you mean...?" Yeosang asked, a little confused.

"Ah, right..." Wooyoung sighed. "Hongjoong, Yunho, Jongho, Mingi, San, you two... and me."

Yeosang and Seonghwa stared at him in completely silence for a few seconds, as they processed the information, before their expressions turned into those of disbelief. Yeosang looked at Seonghwa first, before standing up and throwing the chair to the floor. Wooyoung sighed loudly, knowing this would only bring him problems.

"Date him? Never." Yeosang stated firmly.

"What do you even have against me, huh?" Seonghwa asked, standing up as well. "I thought you recognized you were being a jerk."

"I was a jerk back at the caves, but I still don't trust you." Yeosang pointed at him, huffing.

"Can we please not do this?" Wooyoung pleaded, although his voice was low, since he didn't want to get involved.

"I have done nothing to gain your mistrust!" Seonghwa yelled, walking towards Yeosang. "Even Wooyoung said I'm part of this, so why do you hate me so much?"

"I didn't say I hate you!"

"You sure act like it!"

"Shut up both of you!" Wooyoung yelled. Around them, the dream shook and dimmed down, threatening to disappear, before it turned back to normal again. Yeosang and Seonghwa were both staring at him in shock. "This is so stupid, you don't even know each other!" He was exasperated, tired from using his abilities so much.

"That's what I'm saying," Seonghwa cleared his throat, keeping his voice down. "I didn't do anything to you, so why do you hate me?"

"And I said I don't hate you," Yeosang looked away, embarrassed by Wooyoung's scolding. "I just don't like you..."

"But why?" Seonghwa leaned down a little, looking for Yeosang's eyes. He felt genuinely curious about the treatment he had received so far.

"There's no reason," Yeosang's voice got lower, as he tried to turn away from Seonghwa.

"Then are you just childish like that?" Seonghwa scoffed, grabbing Yeosang by the chin and forcing Yeosang to look at him.

Wooyoung was staring wide-eyed at the scene. He didn't know what exactly it was, but there seemed to be a certain tension between Yeosang and Seonghwa that he hadn't perceived in his visions before. It was weird -and kind of embarrassing- to witness. However, he was also nervous that they could end up attacking each other and damaging their relationship even more, so he didn't want to leave.

"I'm not-" Yeosang bit his tongue. "Okay fine, you want to know? It's precisely because of this!" Yeosang swatted Seonghwa's hand away.

"What?" Seonghwa frowned.

"You just- Came into the ship like nothing! You were accepted immediately by everyone, yet I still receive bad looks even though I've been helping the Captain the most out of crew!" Yeosang yelled, pushing Seonghwa. "It feels so unfair. You were already living a comfortable life, why did you have to come to steal mine?"

"I stole nothing from you." Seonghwa tilted his head, grabbing Yeosang's arms so he couldn't continue pushing him around. "You literally got into the ship to steal, how can you expect everyone to just fall in love with you, huh?" Yeosang shook his arms, but Seonghwa didn't let go. "This is not a fucking competition, Yeosang. And what do you even think you know about me, huh? A comfortable life? Don't make me laugh."

"Let me go..." Yeosang muttered. He felt embarrassed about being reminded of the reason he had gone into The Crescent to begin with. He regretted making that decisions a lot, and he didn't want Seonghwa to remind him of it.

"No, until you apologize to me and stop being a prick." Seonghwa also lowered his voice, noticing Yeosang was calming down.

"I think this is enough, both of you." Wooyoung intervened, walking towards them.

He gently pried Seonghwa's hands away from Yeosang's arms and made the shorter one turn towards him. He grabbed Yeosang's hands and rubbed them comfortingly. Yeosang looked at Wooyoung for a few seconds before looking away. His eyes were red, and he looked like he was trying to hold back tears.

"It must have been very lonely, before getting to the ship, right?" Wooyoung asked, still rubbing Yeosang's hands. At that moment he looked younger, like a child in a lot of pain. Wooyoung could feel the way Seonghwa was staring at both of them as Yeosang nodded. "I don't think Yeosang likes to be reminded about his ill first attempt of getting into the ship. He's changed now."

Yeosang sniffled, looking away from both of them as a tear rolled down his cheek. It was so embarrassing that they were looking at him cry at that moment, since he wasn't someone to showcase emotions like that. But what Wooyoung was saying was true. He had felt so lonely with his dream of getting out of Tebos, that when Hongjoong had accepted him as part of the crew, he had promised himself he wouldn't let his new family go.

Wooyoung let go of Yeosang’s hands and turned away. Seonghwa looked a little bewildered at Yeosang's tears, but he didn't step away when Wooyoung grabbed his hands in turn. He was a little unwilling to hear what Wooyoung had to say about him. He didn't want to be exposed in front of Yeosang, who had been so unkind to him so far, even though Seonghwa had deserved nothing of it. Ironically, they had already told each other about their pasts, so why couldn't they put it behind them?

"It must have been hard for you too, feeling alone when you're surrounded by people," Wooyoung smiled a little. "But you know, no one is going to judge you here, Seonghwa. You don't have to keep your defenses up."

Seonghwa knew Wooyoung was right, in a way, because no one had judged him when he had confessed about his situation. It still felt hard though, to open up. Especially when Yeosang tried to attack him at every chance he got. He couldn't understand why Yeosang seemed to be so angry at him, but he wanted to understand and to fix it, because he didn't want the two of them to continue living like that.

Wooyoung let go one of Seonghwa's hands and reached for Yeosang's hand. He knew that the problem between the two of them was nothing more than a misunderstanding. Neither was very good at speaking their feelings out, and he thought that maybe if they fixed that problem right there, they would stop fighting. And maybe get a little bit closer.

"Yeosang, why did you get angry with Seonghwa when he first boarded the ship?" Wooyoung asked, trying to prompt a conversation between them.

"I was jealous," Yeosang sniffled. "Almost everyone seemed to immediately like him although he just joined the crew. And I like Mingi, but Mingi was giving him a lot of attention..." His voice lowered as he spoke the last few words, feeling embarrassed at how childish he had acted.

"It was probably pity, you know. From some of them, at least, given my situation." Seonghwa shrugged. "Look, it's not like I'm going to replace you, okay? I don't know if you noticed it, but solving the map to the Treasure is a pretty big deal." Seonghwa reached up to pat Yeosang's head, messing with his hair a little. "I think that even if you wanted to leave, they wouldn't let you go. You've become quite indispensable."

Yeosang blushed harder, a mix of embarrassment and pride at being recognized like that by someone as refined as Seonghwa. It felt good to know that he was recognized, because he had worked hard for that recognition. Of course, he wanted to help Hongjoong more than nothing, because he owed him so much for allowing him to leave Tebos, but he had also wanted the crew to see him as something different. To see him like something more than just a petty criminal.

"Also I really don't think Mingi is part of the problem," Seonghwa chuckled. "You don't seem very jealous when you see him with Jongho, unless you like Jongho too?"

"No comment," Yeosang muttered, because he wasn't quite certain what was true.

"I see we're already getting along better, good." Wooyoung squeezed their hands before letting them go. "I have to go now, visit one last dream. Promise me that you will try to not kill each other anymore?"

"Promise." Seonghwa nodded.

"I give you no guarantees, but I'll try." Yeosang sniffled again, rubbing his eyes with a little roughness.

"Good enough, just stay alive until the day you meet me at the very least!" Wooyoung yelled, and then disappeared.

The white room felt familiar. It was quite different from the first time he had visited San's dream, but it shared a similar vibe to it that was hard to ignore. The room was like a long, white hallway. The walls well lined up with rows upon rows of bunk beds, made of gray metal and covered with white sheets and pillows. Wooyoung felt dizzy just from trying to walk down the room.

San was sitting on the lower half of one of the bunk beds. In contrast with the room, he was wearing a coal black uniform, complete with pants, a long-sleeved shirt and military boots. Wooyoung knew, from his visions about San, what it was like to live there, and he could not believe that anyone could be brought up in those conditions. Yet San was there, sitting on the bed in silence, like he was reflecting on something.

Wooyoung walked towards him and sat next to him on the bed. San didn't flinch, almost like he had been expecting Wooyoung, and Wooyoung thought that maybe his training had taught him to differentiate dreams from reality, in case they needed to protect themselves from other Somnum. Wooyoung had only learned recently that he could harm people through dreams, but he hoped he would never have to come to that.

"Were you expecting me?" Wooyoung asked.

"Not you, specifically." San replied, crudely.

He knew that meant San was expecting another Somnum to come and try to kill him. Wooyoung wondered if San had had any peaceful dreams at all, since making his decision of not killing Hongjoong. It had been scary to meet him at first, but now Wooyoung couldn't help but trust San with his whole self. He knew San wouldn't betray them, it was far too late for that.

"I told the others what I told you last time, that we're meant to be together." Wooyoung explained, feeling a little shy as he remembered San's reaction to the news. He hadn't understood why back then, but now it made perfect sense.

"I told you that's not possible." San's voice wavered just slightly, and had there been any other noises in the dream, Wooyoung wouldn't have noticed it.

"It is possible," Wooyoung insisted, placing a hand cautiously on San's forearm. "I know who you are San."

"Did you see it in your visions?" San closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. "Then you know what kind of monster I am. I can't even call myself human-"

"Neither can I." Wooyoung interrupted him, squeezing his arm. "You did some horrible things, but it was not you San, and you know that."

"And how do you know that?" San's voice shook with a mix of anger, and pain. Pain like he had never experienced before, because he wanted more than nothing to believe Wooyoung's words, but he knew they were a lie. "You can't decide which are my sins."

"I've seen you fighting against it, I've seen you grow to understand there's more than what you were taught." Wooyoung explained. "Sure, you've done some horrible things before, but you've also chosen the side you're on, already."

"But that doesn't matter, I can't act upon feelings." San shook his head. "It doesn't matter how I feel about it, because I still went and fulfilled all those missions."

"You did it to survive, no one can hold that against you." Wooyoung squeezed San's arms tighter, trying so hard to get his point across.

"Not when my life is worth less than those I took." San pulled his arm away, standing up.

"You life is worth just as much as everyone else's." Wooyoung remained sat, not wanting to provoke San further, but he was starting to feel desperate.

"I am a product, Wooyoung. I am replaceable," San had his back turned to him, trying to hide the emotions flashing across his face. "I don't even have a proper identity, Lee San is one of the many I've had, he's not real."

"Well guess what," Wooyoung stood up, grabbing San by the arm and making him turn around and face him. "You don't get to decide that anymore, because you have people that actually care about you now, you're part of us. If you could see what the future has prepared for us, you could see how much we- I, have come to love you."

"How can you say that when I'm supposed to kill that which you love?" San's expression has become neutral again, shielding his emotions behind ice-cold eyes, years of training coming to him at that moment as he tried to not be vulnerable.

"Because I know you won't do it, and you know it too." Wooyoung smiled, kindly, grabbing both of San's hands. "I know you've made the decision that no matter what, you won't kill Hongjoong."

"You- stupid know-it-all." San grumbled, as he brought his head down to rest on Wooyoung's shoulder.

Carefully, Wooyoung wrapped his arms around San and hugged him firmly, hopping to transmit something more than despair to him. He was scared, as well, of everything, because he knew the others' reaction to San's revelation wouldn't be so positive. Wooyoung would be lying if he said he hadn't felt betrayed at first, upon learning the truth. However, he knew San had no longer the strength to harm Hongjoong or any of the other crew members.

"I'm going to die." San muttered, exhaling. "Once they see Hongjoong is still alive, they'll send someone to look for me, and I'll be as good as dead. I won't be able to protect Hongjoong, and someone else will try to kill him. Although I would still try to die protecting him." He scoffed, feeling ridiculous for admitting his own feelings.

"Don't worry, that won't happen," Wooyoung smiled. "I'll protect you."

"No offense, but you don't look very strong." San smiled for the first time, finding it a little funny. He accepted Wooyoung's half-hearted slap on his back before sighing. "Can I tell you something without you laughing at me?"

"Of course," Wooyoung nodded, his chin accidentally hitting San's shoulder.

"I've never been scared before, not like this," San explained, almost whispering it into Wooyoung's neck. "I've been in many life or death situations, but I've always assumed that if I die, it wouldn't matter. And now... Now I'm genuinely afraid, because I've come to find a reason to stay alive, but no matter what I choose, there's no way to get a happy ending out of this."

Wooyoung held San tighter. He had already told him he would protect him, that things would work out, but he couldn't blame San for not believing him. In the end, Wooyoung could only hope that he would be there when it was time to save San, and that he would not fail him. He wanted to believe that his visions would come true as they were, because if they didn't, Wooyoung didn't think he would have the strength to go on.

Once Wooyoung was done with the visions, he tried to let his conscience wander into a peaceful sleep. He felt exhausted. Using his powers as a Somnum was far more tiring than he had ever thought it could be, and nothing could have prepared him for the energy that it took him to keep up with all the visions and the dreams. Plus, his overall sleeping schedule was a mess, as he tried to keep up with The Crescent, and he felt like he could just sleep for a hundred years at this point.

He let his mind wander, feeling himself drift into unconsciousness... A few flashes of white appeared before him, and he felt his body stiffen painfully so he could not move. He knew those were the telltale signs of a vision, and his mind awakened to prepare him for it, so that he could take all the information he needed from it.

The flashes turned into definite forms as he saw the planet where Hongjoong's ship had been briefly captured, Silmerion. He saw the face of a leader, as he encouraged the rest of the people to fight against the corruption of the Kim Empire, and he saw his name clear as water: Bang Chan. And then, Wooyoung saw himself with the Resistance, informing them of their mission before seeing himself in a ship.

The vision ended abruptly, and sent him rolling off the bed as he struggled to control his coughing. The overexertion made him nauseous, and he had to run to the restroom of the little inn he was staying at to empty his stomach before he could even begin to consider his vision. He didn't need to do much though, as it was clear as day that the meeting with The Crescent's crew was approaching.

His heart beat quickly in his chest as he imagined himself actually meeting with the others, being close to them like all those visions of the distant future he had had. Everything was starting to fall into place, and finally, Wooyoung could stop being a passive watcher. He returned to bed with the last bit of strength he had left in him after the long day, and fell deeply asleep, dreaming of the encounter that was soon to come.

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