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wangxianficfinder · 2 years ago

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Hello hello. Thank you for being an irreplaceable source of wangxian fic ❤️❤️❤️. This time for "in the mood for", I wonder if there are fic where Lan Sect, LXC & LQ get called for their hypocrisy? Imho, they get away relatively unscathed despite standing with JGY all those years. @hid9884

恩仇仙人- Enchou xianren (Immortal Avenger) by AshayaTReldai (E, 133k, WIP, WangXian, Angst, Mental Anguish, Pining, Revenge, Execution, internalinter-clan politics, Reincarnation, TGCF notions of ascension and deity, WWX/LWJ marriage, First Time, Post-LWJ whipping, Injury Recovery, Issues of justice, Torture, Not friendly to the Clans - they all get their comeuppance, Hurt/Comfort, Dark LWJ, novel compliant characterisation)

this blood in my mouth by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, Post-Canon, POV LXC)

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2. Hello, i wonder if you could recommend any or all modern wangxian fics that you know of where they are at some kind of school. (Hs, college, etc.) idm what type of fic it is tbh i just am in the mood for more fics with that concept :) thank you very much !!!

Every park bench screams your name by AngrySteminist (T, 18k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School, Moving, Suburbia, hot jogger Lan Zhan, Rated T for swearing, Mutual Pining, Different first meeting)

避风港 by Heroine (Evoxine) (E, 113k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, College/University, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Eventual Smut, Sex God LWJ, Accidental Voyeurism, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Friends to Lovers)

Circles Pt. 1 by cicisears (M, 173k, WangXian, Huaixuan, Zizhuiyi, Modern AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Academic Fraud (Please Do Not Commit), bed sharing, Closeted Gays Working Through It, mentions of abuse, parent death mentioned, Car Accident, Referenced Social Media, Arranged Marriage, Homophobic LQR, Found Family, Slow Burn, Plot Twists, campus life, Ends on a Cliff Hanger, Hacking)

Carefully Orchestrated Plans (no strings attached) by Maledictius (T, 96k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Chatting & Messaging, Orchestra, Fluff and Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Gossip)

heart forecast by softserve (xervos) (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Confessions, Valentine's Day, High School, Fluff)

only fools rush in by justpeace (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Slow burn, Humor, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Getting Together)

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, YouTube, Social Media, Flirting, Humour, Banter, Getting Together, First Kiss, Texting,Youtubers For Social Justice, YouTube Rivals to Lovers)

sleep in your bed by copperwings (E, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Fluff, Humor, Smut, Attempt at Humor, Boys Kissing, Emotional Sex, Anal Sex)

you are safe/loved/worthy/enough by everythingispoetry (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Social Media, Mental Health Issues, Healing, self-care, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort the mortifying ordeal of self-acceptance, Falling In Love, Depression, Slow Burn)

just between you and me by starknjarvis falling headlong by floraidh (E, 14k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Public Display of Affection, Party Kissing, frat party, Mutual Pining, First Time, Alcohol, blackout drinking)

In The Quiet by Hanguang_Blue (HexWolf) (M, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Mute LWJ, Underage Drinking, Boarding School AU, Sign Language, Eventual Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Non-verbal LWJ)

Surrender by autumnprincess (E, 25k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Cheerleaders, Jock LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Harm, Angst with a Happy Ending, High School AU, Enemies to Lovers, Family Fluff Self-Acceptance, Dark LWJ, Fear Play, Physical Abuse, Blood and Violence)

Cute Robot Weird by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School AU, Fluff, Panic Attacks, Non-Binary NHS, Autistic LWJ)

sweet ink nothings by monarch_v (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School AU, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Secret Admirer, Friends to Lovers)

keep up by mimilamp (E, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, High School AU, First Time, Practice Kissing, Practice hj, Sexual Content, Compulsory Heterosexuality, Pining while fucking, Teen Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dirty Talk)

Tempo Rubato by Spodumene (E, 108k, wangxian, modern, angst w/ happy ending, romance, persuasion au, separations, pining, miscommunication, depression, self-harm, reconciliation, smut, [PODFIC] Tempo Rubato, by Spodumene by Spinifex, Mojo’s post)

Zero by @theladyofravenclaw (G, 19k, WangXian, Modern AU, Soulmates AU, Musicians, Friends to Lovers, Reincarnation)

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3. Hello again i was wondering if any of you could recommend less known neorodivergent wangxian fics. Ive read a few but can’t remember the names sry.

Wei Wuxian’s Guide to Hacking for Fun and Profit by ArgentInferno (T, 150k, WangXian, Autistic LWJ, WWX has ADHD, Modern with Magic, modern cultivation au, Hacker WWX, neurodivergent wangxian, Therapy for the win, Fluff, Shenanigans, LWJ isn't good with feelings, Fighting against corruption, Talisman-based tech, Getting Together, Slow Burn, shameless flirting)

Bunny date by Onomatopoetikon (T, 15k, WangXian, Modern AU, POV LWJ, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, First Dates, First Kiss, Holding Hands, LWJ Uses Actual Words, Neurodiversity, Developing Relationship, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, Fluff, Romantic Fluff)

KILF (Knits I'd Like To Fuck in) by ScarlettStorm (E, 168k, wangxian, modern, sex work, fiber arts, 2nd in series)

When we were small by deliciousblizzardshark (T, 7K, LWJ & LQR & LXC, LQR & WWX, wangxian, modern, kid fic, neurodivergent LWJ, parenthood, homophobia, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced underage sex, hurt/comfort)

leave all your love and your longing behind by ScarlettStorm (E, 143k, wangxian, modern, meet-ugly, panic attacks, autistic LWJ, neurodivergent WWX, hurt/comfort, pining, eventual smut, happy ending)

Couldn't Scream Couldn't Shout by mermorgie (T, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Muteness, Sign Language, references to selective mutism, Homophobic JC, canon jc characteristics, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, probably also not very Jiang friendly overall, Anxiety Attacks, Pining, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Supportive Sibling LXC, JZX Tries, LQR Tries, Protective JZX, Scheming NHS, Bisexual JZX, LWJ is Bad at Communicating, WWX Has ADHD, Autistic LWJ)

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4. hi can i request a specific type of fic where wwx is treated as lan furen/lan er furen. i really like the idea of wwx in typically feminine roles, not necessarily feminizing him but in a sort of caretaker, nurturer role. idk if this makes sense. recently read The Oubliette and it really gave me an urge for more wwx taking up sect duties that are more than night hunts and training the juniors.

The pathway to cultivating family by Lan_Wangjoe (M, 97k, WIP, WangXian, Period-Typical Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Forced Feminization, Genderfluid Character, Gender Dysphoria, Gender Issues, Genderqueer Character, Angst, Porn With Plot, Anal Sex, Character Analysis, Blow Jobs, Consensual Non-Consent, Crossdressing, Unplanned Pregnancy, Forced Pregnancy, Magical Pregnancy Mpreg, Adoption, Politics, Family Drama, Family Issues, Family Bonding, Family Dynamics, Period-Typical Racism, Eugenics, Feudalism, Lovesick idiots, Idiots in Love, Medieval) wwx might not be treated at the start as lan furen, but as the plot goes it's what the main characters are going for

The Cultivator's Cold by Court_on_Fire (G, 6k, wangxian, it’s a plain old cold, but the melodramatic summary is priceless.) WWX cares for LWJ, who has somehow managed to catch a plain old common cold; the author wins at summaries

5 Times Wei WuXian was a Domestic Goddess by DoAliensLikePasta (G, 6k, WIP, wangxian, sick fic) WWX cares for a sick LWJ, mends clothing, embroiders gifts, and gardens

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5. Hii , mods do you have A) any hualian/bingqiu being WWX's parents..B) and fanfictions where wuxian accidentally gets pet babies or human baby @selflovingmedj

5A)

Hello, Neighbor!!! By Dragon_Scribe (M, 69k, BingQiu, WangXian, Canon Divergence Demon WWX, Crossover, Found Family, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dimension Travel?, Mystery, Mind Control, Love Confessions, Self-Indulgent) BingQiu don't exactly raise him but they do sort of adopt him after he's dropped into the Burial Mounds....

a warm coal in the hearth of our hearts by eccentrick (T, 46k, hualian, hualian & WWX, post-canon TGCF, found family, fluff & angst, humor, hurt/comfort, disabled character, ableism, kid fic)

One More For Dinner by MonroeKnox (G, <1k, hualian, modern, hualian as WWX’s parents, necromancy, implied/referenced character death, fluff)

ancient couple raises baby necromancer (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) series by corduroyserpent & cringewerewolf (G, 7k, wangxian, hualian, stalking, humor, fluff)

Hua Xianle by Tiffany_Guinne (Not rated, 27k, hualian, wangxian, canon divergence, not Jiang friendly, madam lan lives, selective mutism, WIP)

5B)

Smuggle Bunny by SkieNight (T, 13k, WangXian, Modern AU, Different First Meeting, Meet-Cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bunnies!, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers)

tame by rikke (T, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Very Dumb, very fluff)

Imprints by Lisa_Telramor (G, 47k, wangxian, post-canon, humor, panic attacks, phobia recovery, poor life choices, JC & WWX reconciliation, dogs)

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6. Hey mods! Im in the mood for some body swap wangxian. The funnier the better, but im not against some drama or angst, etc. No sex tho, at least not while they are swamped and if there’s sex then the canon dynamics please!

come home to my heart by occultings (microcomets) (M, 29k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Bodyswap, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed)

So Jump (and I'm jumping) by Pip (Moirail) (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Body Swap, Fluff, Talismans gone wrong)

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7. For the next intm do you know any fics where the burial mounds is sentient and care for wwx as its/their own.

The burial mounds decree by PeTit_flUer (Not Rated, 52k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Golden Core Reveal, Golden Core revival, Sentient Burial Mounds)

You Will Be Found (I will find you) by pink-lotus-pods (Waterlogged_fireflies) (T, 1k, WangXian, BM & WWX, The Burial Mounds, Burial Mounds Resentful Dead, Mentioned LWJ, POV Outsider)

Build me no shrines by occultings (M, 54k, wangxian, case fic)

my life's journey is far from over by thelastdboy (E, 147k, WangXian, Modern AU, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Madam Lán Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, Post-Sunshot Campaign, PTSD, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, POV WWX, Slow Burn, Anxiety, Situational Mutism, YL WWX, Case Fic, Sentient Burial Mounds, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort)

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8. I'm looking for fics where LWJ falls and/or jumps off the cliff with WWX and one of the two manages to pull off a last-second save so they both survive (with or without injuries.) I swear I've read more than one fic with this premise but I can't find them now.

Blossoming flowers in a full moon - 花好月圆 by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens (T, 64k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts, make LWJ happy agenda, wangxian cuddle to immortality)

💖 catch and release (and catch again) by Gaez (bell_flowers) (T, 25k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Bloodbath of Nightless City, Loss of Limbs, just a little necromancy, as a treat, not exactly jiang cheng friendly)

it calls to those Series by Shializaro (T, 7k, WangXian, Time Travel, POV Outsider, POV Alternating, LWJ Has Feelings, Make LWJ Cry Agenda, Good Sibling JC, JC is So Done, Angst and Humor)

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9. For the next "in the mood" for, can I please have any fics in which established together/married wangxian are in their honeymoon period traveling together as in the book (post comfession)? It can be just fluff or case fics, but no angst please. Thank you ❤❤

of all that is tender and good by SoManyJacks (M, 7k, WangXian, Fluff, Post-Canon, Praise Kink, Minor Animal Injury, but it's okay I promise, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Prostate Massage, Light Bondage, Light Angst, Alcohol) It’s not angsty, imo, despite the tags, but it’s smutty

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10. A) a fic where lan wangji witnessed wwx getting hurt/ killed (preferably in his 2nd life/mxy body) and he went havoc/feral? B) a fic where after the guanyin temple incident?, instead of wwx leaving to travel alone lan wangji went with him. they did travels +++++ - @ner-u

10A)

❤️ Flawed and Free by Vrishchika (E, 18k, WIP, wangxian, time travel, dark gusu lan, angst, major character death, not JC friendly)

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11. Mods-sama do you have found any wangxian fics that have princess hours elements in it? Thank you!! 🙏🏻

for 11, can anon tell us abt 'princess hours'..do u mean the kdrama ?? I read through the synopsis of the kdrama and I personally haven't seen that type of plot because the monarchy/royalty stories I've seen tend to meld mdzs canon, and center that plot line but maybe someone else knows something ??

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12. we all know and love dark lan zhan, but IM in the mood for dark jiang cheng/dark jiangs! does anyone have any interesting recs? thank you to the mods for all they do!! ♥️

if it’s Destroying you, then it’s Not Love Series by Cy_anne (M, 27k, WangXian, Yunmeng Bros, Fluff, Angst, Implied/Referenced Abuse, NO physical abuse, Implied/Referenced Emotional Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Grooming, Dark Jiangs, WWX is a fully adopted Jiang, And the Jiangs don’t want him to leave Ever, Possessive Behaviour, Overprotective Siblings) Is a series for dark jiang clan in general

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13. Hello! I'm in the mood for Lan Zhan being panicked and stressed about Wei Ying dying again. Could be angsty or comedic. @fangirling-quietly

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (M, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Temporary Amnesia, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Trauma, Unreliable Narrator, Pining, Hair Washing, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Soft WangXian, LWJ Needs a Hug, Sleepy Cuddles)

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14. Hello! i was wondering if you know any fics like looking through a window or Harana , Have great day thank you!

yes the fics i were looking for were outsider povs thank you for all your hard work!!

hello!! I dont really mind if its canon or modern au thank you!! ^^

do they mean if we can recommend fics that are fun POV outsider to wangxian shenanigans/romance? if so:

Lan Zhan's University Days (JAFFY) by sami (T, 10k, WangXian, Modern AU, Kinda, cultivated to immortality, University, outsider pov, WWX is a chaos gremlin, ridiculous future bullshit, wwx vs Local Culture)

Now Showing: Hanguang-Jun And The Yiling Patriarch by sami (T, 3k, WangXian, Future Fic, in theory it follows on from an au, specifically The Same Moon Shines Series, movies, the rewriting of history, if the past was different the future is different, But still ridiculous, Humour)

Who Gave You All Those Charms, Lan Zhan? by Admiranda (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, College Setting, outsider pov, shameless indulgent fluff) query, does anon only want modern au outsider pov of wangxian? there are some good canon ones as well

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15. Hi, I’m the mood for fics with a system in them. Similar to the SVSSS system. Thank you~

Somewhere, in a parallel universe... by shinshin_kido (shinryuu_uroborus) (M, 78k, wangxian, major character death, fix-it of sorts, internally screaming LWJ, wangxian being teenagers)

Past, Present and Future by Cora (Cora98) (Not Rated, 22k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Angst, Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, Eventual Smut, yunmeng siblings)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

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rein4r1 · 3 years ago

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All Over Again: Chapter One

[Reincarnation AU]

Pairing(s): Eren x Female! Reader, Jean x Reader

Content and Warnings: AOT Manga Spoilers, Angst, Mentions of Depression, Mentions of Past Deaths, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Attachment Issues, Commitment Issues, Family Issues, Use of Alcohol, Mentions of Drugs. Reader has issues.

WC: 2.4k

Series Masterlist Next Chapter

You never took yourself as someone who believed in second chances and second lives, but it only took one encounter with a man whom you swore you never knew, but felt familiar, to shake the gravity of your existence.

“If there’s a next life, I will find you and love you accordingly.”

He looks at you with eyes that burn full of hope and longing that you almost believe that he was in love.

“I finally found you.”

Chapter Summary:

You indulge yourself in substances to ease the heaviness in your heart, but it loses its effect when you meet an acquaintance’s childhood friend.

Death is not in any way a complexity—life’s inseparable twin that brings balance to the grand stage, the dénouement.

You understand people who treat their lives like an expensive accessory that must be kept in a hidden compartment. Because at the end of the day, humans live, and humans die. Only fools would wish to live forever.

So when you’re walking around campus every morning, you can’t help but think how others can be happy while you suffer a seemingly endless routine of unspeakable pain.

Though, there are moments you share with your friends Sasha and Connie: moments when you get to forget this emptiness by drowning yourself in alcohol and drugs, a complete self-destructive behavior that brings joy for a moment.

“Come on, one more shot Y/N!” Connie shouts from the blasting speakers of some frat party the three of you attended on a Wednesday night.

“Fuck you Connie! I’m starting to feel like shit.” You screamed back, head in the clouds with the reoccurring substances in your body.

“That’s the point, we’re here to feel something!”

We’re here to feel something

feel

something

So you downed one more shot of tequila, dancing in the sea of drunk college students who wished knew better. You wished you knew better, but tonight, you’re going to lose yourself to the loud music from the stereo to lessen the beating sound of your heart.

You felt absolutely euphoric.

You feel someone’s arms snake around your waist; you turn around to see Jean, a man you regularly fuck. “You enjoying your time princess?” You smirked, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down so your lips meet his ear, “I don’t think so. I think I’ll enjoy something else.”

Jean takes your hand and drags you away from the drunk crowd. Upon reaching his room, Jean wasted no time pinning you against the wall and locking his lips with yours. You know where this not-so-secret rendezvous with Jean will lead to. So you wasted no time unbuckling his belt while you both made out.

“Jean, the bed please!” Jean carried you and roughly propped you down on his bed. Tonight, you’ll be enjoying yourself with some good dick.

“You look so beautiful on tonight, I mean, you always do-“

“Just shut up and make ourselves feel good.” So he did, quickly discarding your clothes and tossing them to the side, doing the same to his black shirt. You should be feeling guilty for using him to not feel death pulling you to your grave.

But fuck death and fuck life; you just want to get fucked.

Jean trailed wet kisses along your collarbones to your breasts, eliciting a moan that made him hard. He continued to kiss your chest until he reached the soft folds of your cunt. Jean looked at your desperate eyes as he began to suck on your bud, pushing two fingers inside your hole. “Does it feel good princess?” His voice vibrated through your pussy, your hands tightening the hold on his hair. “Because tonight, my dick won’t be as merciful as my fingers.”

After having rough sex with Jean, you wasted no time taking your discarded clothes on the floor which made the brunette knit his brows together. “Aren’t you tired? Won’t you stay for a bit?” You only continued to put back your slightly wrinkled clothing, “no Jean, I promised to go home together with Sash and Con.”

“But I saw Sasha with that blond dude.”

“Then Conn-“

“He’s probably fucking to Hitch.” You turned to look at Jean, leaning on the side with his head propped up by his arm. Seeing his hopeful eyes, you can’t help but sigh; he’s always like this, demanding even a piece of your time even if this arrangement you have is strictly for kissing and fucking. “Jean, I may party on weekdays, but I’m not an irresponsible shit.” Jean seemed like he gave up, again not having a piece of you. He will always be ten steps behind no matter how much he tries.

He remembered the first time he saw you during the fall of freshman year. He needed to go to the library because his printer broke down, so he opted to use the ones in the library. When Jean finished compiling his assignment, he couldn’t help but notice your presence on the lone corner; it wasn’t love at first sight, but he can’t help but stare at how serene you looked like with your nose buried inside some book he’s sure will make him tongue-tied.

He wanted to approach you,but he didn’t want to disturb your peace. So, he settled where he, is ten steps away from your table.

The next time he saw you were at a party hosted by an upperclassman named Reiner, you were dancing with your friend Sasha and this time, he saw you smiling. Connie noticed Jean’s stare, “you keep on staring at my friend Jeanbo.”

“When will you stop calling me Jea- wait, she’s your friend?” Connie mentioned your name questioningly as he downed the can of beer. “Really pretty eh? Got a lot of guys sliding in her DMs, but she won’t give them the time of day.” Jean could only stare at your figure as you sensually dance to the song the Dj is playing.

“But Jean, maybe you could try,” Jean looked surprised at his bald buddy who’s eyeing him head to toe. “She doesn’t give them the time of day because they’re not her type, but you look okay.” So Jean placed his cup down the table and started to walk towards you until he felt Connie grab his wrist.

“Jean, I love her because she’s my friend, but she’s picky and doesn’t fuck with shit like commitment.”

“It’s not like I’m wanting to-“

“Don’t underestimate her, please.”

He didn’t know how serious Connie’s advice is until your riding on his cock in some bedroom in Reiner’s house.

“Jean- fuck, you feel so good,” Jean doesn’t know if it’s how you moan his name, or how tight your pussy is on his dick, or how you looked like a complete goddess on top of him.

All he knows is he’s starting to understand what Connie said.

Don’t underestimate her, please.

And that night was the start of your strictly-fucking arrangement. As your “relationship” with Jean continues, he can’t help but want more of what you give in the bedroom.

He wanted to see more than the expression you show him, more than the expression when the two of you have sex, and more than the expression when you pretend he doesn’t exist after you’ve done the deed.

For someone who’s not into commitment, you’re committed to keeping your relationship to what it is every time he tries to initiate something more.

He should be thankful; you at least give him your time compared to other men. Jean settles with whatever crumbs of affection you give him; he knows that you’re only here because you need something physical; at least, when he’s buried deep into your tight walls, he gets to see your usual stoic face contorted in pleasure.

He knows what the two of you are, not even friends, just two people who fuck.

When the two of you have sex, he likes to believe that even though you don’t see him as a friend, he’s more than a stranger.

While he watched you leave, Jean could only hope that someday, there’ll be progress in your relationship.

“That��s not true, and you know that-“ The man slammed his hands on the table as you sat there trying hard not to stand up. “It is true. You are nothing but a slave to the idea of love that you fell in love with someone who’ll never be yours.”

Unable to hold your tears any longer, it fell down your cheeks like soft drips of rain, “I’m not a slave! And my feelings are true, why are you saying this to-“

“Because I used you and thought of someone else.” You froze, your senses becoming numb as the room became deafening and deafening with the fast beating of your heart.

“How could you say that to-“ The person beside you spoke as if they’re trying to protect your honor.

“Because girls like her are easily manipulated, all because of the name of love.” He looked at you with so much contempt, “no one will ever love you, not in this life or the next.”

“That’s not true!” you sat up on your bed, cold sweat clinging on your forehead. Another dream, iit felt so real like it happened before. You got up and went to your shared bathroom with Sasha.

While you were doing your morning routine, you can’t help but wonder about the dream you had last night. You’ve had them for as long as you can remember, and it was always with a man whose face you can’t see, but God, he felt so familiar.

You just don’t know who he is.

These dreams were weird to you; it was like becoming a different version of yourself. While the you who’s awake would never bother to be in a “loving” relationship, the you at night is someone who embraced love like it’s second nature.

“Please, dear God take this hangover away!” Your friend said dramatically as she plopped down on the couch.

“Sasha, you’re an atheist.” Sasha scoffed, “not when I have a hangover,” Sasha’s alwaus grumpy when it’s the day after a party, drinking more than what she can, claiming that “no alcohol can stop me!” till she vomits all the said alcohol on the bathroom floor together with her claim of “not” being a light-weight.

Sasha smirked, she couldn’t help but notice the hickeys on your neck. “God, Jean did you a number last night.” You raised your brow as you looked at the mirror on the left side of your dorm, “fuck! I told him not to leave any visible marks.” Sasha watched you annoyingly rub the red patches on your neck, hoping that it’ll magically come off.

“By the way, I heard Armin’s friend is transferring to Shiganshina,” you hummed in reply, clearly not interested. “I heard he’s hot, though he’s not much of a people person, says Armin.” Sasha sips on the coffee.

“Hmm, that’s good for Armin. The guy’s always alone.” You said nonchalantly. You ran back to your room, looking for a top to hide these angry hickeys on your neck. Jean, that motherfucker.

After finding a top, you went back to the living room to see Sasha still sprawled across the couch.

“Anyway, Sash I’m going ahead.”

“Have fun, hope you ran into Armin and his hot friend!”

“There she is! One of my favorite girls.”

“You’re making it sound like you have a lot of girls, baldie.” You rolled your eyes playfully towards Connie, “I told you to stop calling me that! Plus, I do have a lot of girls.” Connie smirked.

“You mean two girls, and your friends at that.”

“Wait, where’s my other girl Sasha?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Ah, why the fuck did I bother.” The two of you started walking together to your shared elective.

Ever since you, Sasha, and Connie met during your first year, the three of you have been inseparable. Being friends with the two of them gave color to your mundane life. They may look like they never take things seriously, but to you, they were the ones who understood you the most.

One of the reasons you didn’t bother to be in a relationship is that you were kind of content with your friends’ love. Plus, you didn’t want to end up like the you in your dreams.

Connie stopped, “I heard about little Armin’s friend.” You chuckled at his comment, “Armin’s not small.”

“Well, I’m taller than- wait, what kind of small are you talking about. “He eyed you suspiciously. You stared at him with disbelief, not believing what he said, “oh please, I never slept with Armin.”

“Yet.”

“Connie, I don’t have plans with sleeping with Armin. He’s not even my type.”

“Then what’s your type.” You contemplated for a bit, does he mean by face value or- then you remembered your dream last night. You turned to Connie who’s looking at you with curiosity.

You smiled sadly, “someone who won’t pretend that I’m someone else.”

Days passed, and another party came; dressed in your little black dress, you were ready to get drunk in commemoration of completing your midterms.

Everybody was talking about it; some were nervous, some were proud, and some were just happy it ended. You, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered; after all, you were the smart one in your small group of friends.

“I swear to God Connie, Sasha’s hooking up with that culinary boy!” You said loudly, hoping Connie could hear you from the loud music. “Good for you to state the obvious!” He replied, equally loud as you.

“Told you, his food’s not the only thing she puts her mouth on.” The both of you laughed. You continued to converse with Connie until he dragged you to dance. “Remember what I said we’re here to-“

“Feel something!” You giggled, feeling the alcohol seep through your system. You danced with Connie, your arms on his neck and your hips swaying to the music. In another’s point of view, they’d think that everyone at this party is happy. Maybe it’s true when you’re shit high and drunk. At this moment, you’re happy with the alcohol anesthetizes the pain. Your personal anesthesia.

As the beats from the stereo got louder and louder, so did the people. Friday nights are the best.

“Hey guys!” A voice called out to you and Connie, catching both of your attention.

“Hey Armin! What’s up man!” He walked over to the both of you, a figure following him from behind.”

“I want you to meet my friend.”

“Hello Armin’s friend, nice to mee-“ the moment your eyes landed on his, your smile failed. Your anesthesia loses its effect, and now you’re left with this uncomfortable feeling.

He looks at you with eyes that burn full of hope and longing that you almost believe that he was in love.

“I finally found you.”

AN: I finally had the chance to post this 🤩

#eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean x reader #aot #snk #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren x you #eren smut #eren x y/n #jean smut

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hufflepuffhollander · 4 years ago

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em’s mobile-friendly master list!

Here’s a directory to everything I’ve written (all links below are to original stories written by me and only me)! All Tom Holland related unless otherwise noted. I try to keep this updated regularly, please let me know if any links are ever busted! lots of love & enjoy your reads ✨

fluff ✨| angst 💥 | smut 👄 | personal fave 💌 |

One shots

Fire and gasoline (17.3k) (newest) 💥👄💌

Smile, darling ✨👄

Hands ✨👄 💌

Safe with you ✨💥👄

Off limits ✨💥💌

Heartbeat❓(it’s like sexy tension idk)

Spin the bottle ✨👄-ish

Caught red handed 👄✨

Say it best through text 💥

Prompt blurbs

Kill of the night 💥👄💌

5 times it didn’t, 1 time it did 💥✨💌!

Shirtgate 💌

Give and take💥

You over everything 💥✨

Silent treatment 💥💌

Drabbles

That outfit 👄

Scarf play 👄

Smutty sunday archive (all very 👄, obviously)

Slippery when wet | Little things | Sleepy spooning

Multi-part stories

Metempsychosis [reincarnation!tom au] (ongoing)

A young couple whose lives were both lost in a tragic accident are reincarnated as new people. As they collide as strangers in their second lives, they must try to make sense of the innate connection they feel.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Apocalypse (complete) 💌 ✨💥

A toxic storm that has wiped out most of the world’s population has you taking shelter and fighting for survival with an unexpected ally.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

Gimme some sugar (complete) ✨👄

Tom Holland decided to take you under his wing as a sugar baby as you make your way through dance school.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Fireworks (complete)

Fourth of July. A frat house. A hot boy named Tommy. Need we say more?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

#tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfics #tom holland fanfictions #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs #tom holland one shot #tom holland one shots #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland smut #tom holland master list #box-of-shenanigans

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merlinfic · 4 years ago

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group ask for lost fics #31

Hi y’all! Below are a few lost fics that us mods just can’t seem to find. That being said, we’re hoping that you lovely followers are able to help! If anyone knows any of the fics below please reply below or send in an ask with which anon/user and group ask that the fic corresponds when the ask is back open!

Note: previous group asks and all lost fics!

Anon 1 asked:

Hello! I’m looking for a fic i read a long time ago but the details are a bit fuzzy. It was a reincarnation fic where Gwen was Arthur’s PA and she was trying to keep Arthur and Merlin apart because she remembered their past and she wanted him to choose her. I remember her yelling that Arthur always chose Merlin in the end and it wasn’t fair or something along those lines?

Anon 2 asked:

hi guys! thank you for all your help and support to this community :) anyhooo could you find me a fic?

i remember it was 14 chapters long, ao3, and an arthur returns fic. the twist was that albion’s greatest need was merlin turning dark after being alone and tainted for so long (without an anchor). gwen’s reincarnation brought back arthur from the lake and freya put a barrier on him so merlin couldn’t see him. arthur stayed with gwen (who used to be merlin’s student and is again later). arthur moves in with merlin and so does gwen later on. merlin’s getting corrupted by his ‘darkness’ that is obsessed with serving arthur and only listens to him. i know the magical council tried to execute merlin but he transported them to australia or something. they find leon later on in the fic and morgana bonds with him as well. merlin blows arthur in the kitchen in one scene i think?? and they become guardians of earth at the end or something with this tattoo bonding ritual. thank you!!

Anon 3 asked:

Hi i was looking for this merlin fanfic based on the wild hunt i remember that merlin got possessed after touching something meant from arthur left by morgana after she was defeated. i also remember the arthur hot possessed by a goddess to “defeat” merlin.

Anon 4 asked:

Hi! I was hoping you guys could help me find a fic. I don't remember much of the setup, but Merlin ends up being kidnapped by an assassin/serial killer? Merlin couldn't defend himself because he kept seeing the future instead of the present? The killers son ends up helping the knights find Merlin. There was also a tree that he'd hang people from. Canon era, very dark. I'm almost certain I found it from this blog, but I haven't seen it in the tags and stuff I've looked through. Thank you so much

Thanks to @vaksurik-ozhika for suggesting Overheard by hujwernoo!

Anon 5 asked:

Hey guys, hope you're all okay, I wonder if you guys could help me find a fic that I've lost?

I don't remember much, but here we go:

Merthur and the knights were traveling to another kingdom or in a quest of some sorts, Merlin and Arthur were bickering like the old married couple that they've always been and the knights point out to them that they behave like that, they just dismiss it. They stop by a village and are welcomed by an actual old married couple, seeing how their behavior was similar to his and Arthur's merlin freaks out, try to call Arthur out for it, but Arthur simply kisses him. One of the knights, probably Gwaine, finds them and says something around the lines "it's about time", hope you can help me, kisses <3

Thank you @annielisiel-w-l for sending in Like an Old Married Couple by PJOfanatix!

@the-tortoise-lady asked:

Hi :) I hope you're all well!

I love your blog, it has guided me to most of my favourite fics ever!! And for that I will be forever grateful!

I remember reading a fic (a year ago?) Which was in a modern setting where Merlin and Arthur worked together and merlin still kind of had magic (which Arthur doesn't know) and tried to protect arthur by giving him lots of little charms like enchanted stones or sth, I think it was a magic reveal in the end

It was really cute, but I don't remember the name of the author sadly, maybe you can help?

Thanks to @kardolsher for suggesting Get Sick Soon by Polomonkey!

Anon 6 asked:

Hi! There was this one fic I read that I can’t find, it had merlin sitting on arthur’s lap and they were fucking a leon walked in and they didn’t stop. Do you guys know what it is? Thank you so much!

Thanks to @thelady-mary for suggesting A partner for life by ohmerthurcharm!

Anon 7 asked:

heeey you! I am searching for a fic and who else could I ask for help? It was something along the lines of Arthur being in a relationship but growing to slowly realize he was in love with Merlin. Arthur had this dream of eloping with Merlin so the knights along with Gwen (I believe Morgana also) made a plan so they would go on a quest and Arthur would “die” there, leaving Gwen to rule alone. Also, Morgana and Gwen were secretly together.

Anon 8 asked:

I’m looking for this story where it’s a modern au and Arthur thinks Merlin and Gwaine are dating but Gwaine is just a really bad boyfriend, but it turns out they were never dating. Does that sound familiar? I think it was on Ao3. Thanks in advance.

Thanks to @take-me-to-a-time-of-magic for sending in Getting It Right by SPowell!

Anon 9 asked:

Hello darlings! I wanted to know if any of you could help me find this fanfic. It was set on Canon Era and Arthur was split into three versions of himself, I remember one Merlin called Prat, and another he called Hero but Arthur called that one Coward. I don't remember much, but could you please help me?

Thanks to @dracopottermalfoy for suggesting Split by TheAsexualofSpades!

@alsomabs asked:

Hi there! I remember a fic — but only by this one segment of a battle, and have been desperately searching for it.

In this battle, Mordred is on Camelot’s side. An angry Wyvern is involved, who if I’m not wrong! Was spelled by Morgana? Merlin then falls off a turret because of the wyvern, but is protected by both his and mordred’s magic. Leon or someone afterwards is secretly feeding the wyvern I think. I’ve been going through so many tags but I can’t find it 😭

Part 2 of my ask is — how in the world do you remember fics (that you recommend!)? Do you catalogue them when you come across them, and store that to recc/help other’s find?

Thank you for the work you do!

To answer the second part of your question: personally, I don’t catalogue anything other than what gets posted here lmao. Finding fics, for me, just comes down to knowing how to search for things if I’m honest (I say as I’m making a massive post about fics we can’t find lmaooo). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Glad you found it! For those interested it’s so close and I'm halfway to it by ariadne_odair, which you need an ao3 account to view!

@graceworm asked:

Hi! I'm looking for a fic I read a while ago. It's a modern au in which Arthur + knights are frat boys, and Arthur has to have sex with Merlin in front of everyone (maybe as hazing? not sure), and in the end we learn that they're together and I think Merlin planned it. I looked through AO3 and the tags but I couldn't find it. Thank you!!

Glad you found it! For those interested it’s the lure would prove too much by minor_hue!

Anon 10 asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could find a very specific fic for me. So Arthur Merlin and the knights get kidnapped by like 6 mages and they force Merlin and Arthur to have sex to get Merlin pregnant (there's a ritual involving potions and runes) and then after they are free to go with one mage (who they don't know is a mage) and they live in the castle until Merlin is going to give birth then the mage that come with them tries to kill Merlin and the baby cause she doesn't want to die, because the mages linked their life to the ritual to ensure that Merlin could get pregnant as one can't create a life without sacrificing another. I can't remember much else but I really hope you can find it for me! as I've been looking for years.

And as always this post will be updated if any fics are found!

#other: group asks for lost fics #other: lost fics #other: fic find #mod danielle

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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▨ WIP LIST ▨

メ all plots and titles are subject to change because my brain is wild and I honestly cannot control it so...

The King (Chapter 9 of The Alpha)

Masquerade (Alpha Werewolf Jungkook x Omega Reader • set in the same universe as The Alpha)

Season of the Witch (Alpha Werewolf Min Yoongi x Witch Reader • set in the same universe as The Alpha)

A Thousand Years for You (Ancient Sorcerer Taehyung x Archeologist Reader • Reincarnation AU)

Tiger Flower (Militant Enemy Prince Jungkook x Tiger Hybrid Princess Reader • set in the same universe as The Mark of Yun-Ki)

To Tame a Tiger Prince (Tiger Hybrid Prince Kim Taehyung x Mysterious Reader • set in the same universe as The Mark of Yun-Ki)

Ballad of the Broken Crown (blonde ex-emperor Yoon-Di [its Yoongi basically] x Fox Hybrid Guard Reader • set in the same universe as The Mark of Yun-Ki)

The Golden Fox (Golden Fox Hybrid Jimin x Spoiled Official’s Daughter Reader • set in the same universe as The Mark of Yun-Ki)

Calling Cinderella (Popular Frat boy College Podcaster x Shy Nerd Girl)

Love Like Strawberries (Taehyung x Reader • Enemies-to-Lovers)

A Christmas Jimin Story (Jimin x Jungkook’s Sister • set in the same universe as All I Want for Christmas is You )

Ghost of You and Me (Ghost Hunting Frat Boy Jungkook x Wealthy Spoiled Reader with a Poltergeist problem • based off that one episode of gravity falls where Dipper and Pacifica work together to save her haunted mansion)

Heat Run Chapter 2 (Alpha Mafia Lawyer Kim Taehyung x Omega Lawyer Reader)

Love in Handcuffs with Cheerios (Best-Friend CEO Kim Namjoon x Businesswoman Reader)

The Mentor (Idol Jungkook x Noona Idol Reader )

The Chance (Minor Noble Kim Seokjin x Princess Reader • set in the same universe as The Choice)

The Devil Wears Balenciaga (Meanie CEO Jung Hoseok x Sassy Executive Assistant Reader • set in the same universe as All I Want for Christmas is You)

Kim Seokjin and the Very Mean Omega (Shy Dorky Alpha Seokjin x Bratty Mean Girl Omega Reader)

Legend of the Golden Knight (Royal Dragon Rider Jungkook x Common Blood Reader • Dragon Rider AU)

#WIP List #originally it was a game but I changed the post lol...#WIP game #ask game #just for fun

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fullsunalicia · 5 years ago

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May I request a werewolf au for jaemin please?🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I’m a sucker for supernatural aus and your writing ‘s are extraordinary!! I absolutely love them! So please?🥺🥺

destiny — NJM

you’re not close with na jaemin, but you know plenty of rumors to give you a vivid expectation. so when he starts courting you, you’re not sure if you can believe him. you learn, though, that it’s so hard to resist a womanizer when he’s as charming as jaemin, and is destined to be yours forever.

jesus christ na jaemin is too pretty to handle. look at that gif omg / hello love! thank you so much for your kind words. i’m glad i can please someone with my writing 🥺 i hope you enjoy wolf jaemin

werewolf!jaemin x witch!reader / college au

Temptation is a sin. So is Na Jaemin.

There’s just that hazy air around him that makes everyone look again. Too gorgeous to be real, and yet he’s standing here, gifting you with a smile that knocks the air right out of you. God’s favorite, falling from heaven. That’s how you’d describe the stunning boy who has been trying for the past few weeks to convince you to go on a date with him.

His face may seem innocent, but the glint in his eye says anything but. You have heard about the many girls, how the shards of their hearts form a trail behind him. Jaemin is easy to please, but hard to keep. Attention is a precious thing, time is money. In his case, time is pleasure. A pretty face may lure him in, but nothing ever makes him stay.

And yet he’s been chasing you for a month now. The first to pick you up from your locker, a freshly brewed coffee in hand just for you. For someone that walks the earth as a god in a human body, Na Jaemin shouldn’t bother to learn your coffee orders by heart. He shouldn’t be the one making you laugh out loud in your least favorite classes and he should not be making the effort to make your heart skip.

Love is discardable, recycable. Never long-term. That’s what Jaemin says. So why is he sitting here, pouting, because you’re denying him the affection he so desperately craves? There are thousands of girls who’d kill to take your place. It drives you insane to be kept in the dark - you want to crack the wolf boy’s head open and look inside, cast a spell on him and make him spill his guts.

Nobody can know you’re a witch. Especially not Na Jaemin, part of the wolf pack that despises your kind. Everybody knows the stories, of Mark Lee and the woman he gave his heart to, cursed by a witch’s envy. That’s why you stay quiet and endure Jaemin’s flirting, and the only reason you resort to investigate the human way.

“What are you doing here, Nana? Be honest.”

Jaemin furrows his brows. “Now, what’s that supposed to mean, baby?” The nickname falls so easily from his lips. It feels just right, because why wouldn’t you be his baby? Who would pass up the chance to taste the honey dripping from his lips, the lies he speaks that taste like bitter-sweet candy? You’ve met plenty of guys who play hearts like a particularly interesting game of cards, but never have you seen someone like Jaemin. Love is like a lottery to him, and you’re the billion dollar prize - the way he treats you makes you feel like the most precious thing in the world, of undescribable worth. You know Jaemin is affectionate with everyone, and yet it makes your heart burst when he cradles your waist like it’s fine china. Carefully. Respectfully. To him, you’re art. Sadly, he’s not a critic - only the collector.

You let him rub his cheek against your stomach as if he’s a needy cat. There’s no use stopping him, since Jaemin gets the attention he desires one way or another. It should make you feel sick. And yet you only pray that he continues playing this game of push and pull, hope that he keeps trying. You’re a masochist, an addict. Na Jaemin is your fix.

The sunlight frames Jaemin’s face like a halo when he leans back and smiles at you. This is the face of Michelangelo’s David, the perfect reincarnation of Adonis. His looks are surreal. Like cut-out diamonds, Jaemin’s jawline seems sharp, but is soft to the touch. Beauty in controversy. Lust and virtue in one. Any angel at the gates to heaven would rip their hair out of trying to sort Jaemin - too gorgeous for hell, too sinful to stay in paradise. “Go bother someone else,” you mumble, desperately trying to break the spell you’re under. Na Jaemin makes you dizzy, and he knows. “I bet Haechan’s going to cuddle you. So go, shoo!”

“I don’t want Haechan.” A loud yelp is tugged out of you when Jaemin tugs you down to sit next to him, and in the next second you’re being embraced. Strong arms curl around your body, holding you close, hiding you away from the world. The most wonderful feeling in the world. “I want you.”

Love has never treated you right. Several nights have been wasted on boys and their white lies, on let-down crushes and unrequited feelings. Maybe it’s because you’re a witch, and bad luck follows you everywhere.

Just for once in your life, you want to be treated like a princess. You want Jaemin to look at you and see everything he ever dreamt of coming true. But that’s impossible. You know it very well.

That’s why you untangle yourself, sad smile on your lips, sorrow weighing heavy on your heart. Love is for girls that aren’t afraid to fall. “Sorry, but no,” you tell Jaemin, and tears prick at your eyes when you stand up and walk away.

You will never fall again.

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Sadness tastes like cheap raspberry vodka and salty tears. Atleast that’s what your intoxicated brain thinks it is, as you lean your head against the bathtub and close your eyes in an attempt to drown out all the loud music outside. It’s not like you to get wasted beyond control, but it’s hard to look at Kwon Eunbin’s face and say no when she begs you to take a shot with her. And another one. And another one after that.

Did it matter to Eunbin that you don’t like alcohol that tastes like disinfectant? No, of course not. Your best friend’s only job is to get you drunk and make you forget about your stupid infatuation with a certain blueberry-haired boy. Rosé wine and cocktails are long forgotten the second Eunbin takes you into the kitchen and makes you play drinking games against the frat brothers living here. Now it’s landed you in the only free bathroom inside this house, while Eunbin is searching for some water for you.

Not like she’s too drunk to take care of even herself right now. You’d bet fifty dollars she‘s already forgotten about you because someone lured her to a beer pong table. It’s alright, you forgive her. But it’s not that nice to sit in the bathroom and ponder over the meaning of your existence alone. Your conclusion of what sorrow tastes like isn’t that deep, but it’s the perfect description of the miserable shape you’re in right now. Who the hell even drinks raspberry vodka? It tastes nothing like that. It’s just drinkable bleach that your stomach barely handles.

And yet it’s enough to numb out the butterflies Na Jaemin brings to life inside you. When you close your eyes, his laughter rings in your ears, as if he’s right here with you. The sound is pleasant, calming. Like good music to a trained ear. This is what happiness would sound like if it were a noise. No matter how Jaemin treats love interests, he’s a good person at heart. That’s what makes it so hard to get over that stupid infatuation. It’s impossible to forget about his advances when all you can think about is him volunteering at a shelter and secretly adopting rescue kittens, because his best friend loves them. You think of the adorable smile on his lips when he’s suprised with his favorite snack, and how he gushes love declarations to his friends just because they thought about him. His kindness to strangers. His loyalty to the pack.

Na Jaemin. End of sentence. That’s it.

Perfection is unattainable, a ridiculous concept. You know that, and you still think it’s the only word to properly grasp Jaemin’s personality.

The vodka is doing a bad job from getting your mind off him. You groan, moving to hide your face in your hands. Is the room spinning or is that just you giving out on reality?

“(y/n)?”

It’s not Eunbin. When you look up, you lock eyes with Lee Jeno. It’s heartwarming how concerned he looks, even if you don’t talk that often. You’re only acquiantances. Despite that, Jeno moves to sit down beside you, carefully putting a hand on your shoulder. “Everything alright?” he asks, voice quiet. You strain to even hear him properly, booming trap music making the house rumble.

It’s ridiculous, but your inebriated brain doesn’t even think about worrying about yourself. Grinning, you point at the boy’s blonde locks, tousled and curled. His girlfriend liked to play around with his hair often. It’s cute he lets her style it. “Since when’s your hair dyed?” You drawl out. Your tongue feels weirdly heavy, as if it’s not supposed to be there. Something makes you want to bite down, but the very small part of you that’s still sober screams not to do it. “Last time I saw you, it was still black. Did your girl do that?”

He laughs. It’s a nice sound, but it’s not like Jaemin. It doesn’t make your heart skip several beats and stutter like a broken record. “You’re about to pass out in our bathroom and yet you ask me about my hair?”

“Yeah. It looks really, really cool. I didn’t think any other hair color would suit you, but now that I see it, I dig it. Good job to the hair dresser.”

“Thanks.” Jeno chuckles, and then he helps you sit up. The many shots took their time to hit you, but now they all mess with you at once. Thankfully, you have a very good friend who keeps you up. “I’ll pass it along. But first, can I get you some water? Do you want to lay down? There’s a spare room downstairs because Renjun’s out of the house right now.”

Fear suddenly floods your senses. Eunbin hasn’t returned, and you don’t want to be left alone again. If Jeno goes now, you’ll probably start crying from the amount of overthinking you’ve been up to. “Don’t leave, please,” you plead Jeno. He pets your hair, like you’re some sort of cat. It’s strangely enjoyable.

“(y/n), you need some other drink besides alcohol. You’re going to have the biggest hangover otherwise.”

Oh, there is no way to avoid that. If Jeno knew how much you had downed this evening ... But you don’t tell him, instead shaking your head. “Don’t wanna be alone. ‘M sad.”

Jeno cocks his head. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t read, unfathomable. Like this, he somehow looks younger. You wonder if cocking his head is a habit he picked up from being a wolf, but asking that would be weird. The man seated infront of you takes the decision out of your hands. “You want me to get Jaemin?”

You don’t know what possesses you, but you nod instantly. Moving on instinct, of course. The second Jaemin is mentioned, your fears settle. Your heart calms down. What is it about that name that makes you feel so much at home?

“Okay,” Jeno breathes out. He squeezes your shoulder one last time, before standing up and leaving the bathroom. Time seems to pass so slowly. Being in a bathroom drunk always feels like staying in an alternate dimension. It’s just God and you now, no matter if you’re religious or not. It’s an unwritten rule.

Your audience with a deity doesn’t last long, though it feels like eternity. When the door opens again, Jaemin enters, the door clicking into the lock as he closes it. “Baby,” he laughs. How dare he mock your misery? “I didn’t even know you drink at parties.”

Your actions are out of your control the second Jaemin settles beside you. Without hesitation, you move to climb on his lap, arms moving around his waist and keeping him there. This is fine. This is okay. He wouldn’t mind, right?

For a moment, Jaemin tenses below you. In that split second, you think rationally again. Maybe you had crossed a boundary. You should’ve asked before initiating this. What the hell were you thinking? But Jaemin bows over you, and then your mind just blanks. You get lost in the way he embraces you, strong body hiding away yours as he buries his face in your hair and breathes in deeply. Jaemin is warm, like a furnace beneath your touch. Wolves tend to run a little warmer than normal people. The boy in your arms seems to burn you, and yet you wouldn’t move away for a single thing in the world. You’re perfectly content with where you are.

If this is what loving Jaemin feels like, you think that the pain to be endured is worth it. This feels like your own personal heaven. Soft lips meeting the shell of your ear. Whispered compliments. Someone chuckling alongside with you when you comment sarcastically. The universe comes to a halt whenever you’re with this wolf, whether that’s a good thing or not. You don’t want to know. You want to stay like this forever.

“Still with me, baby?”

“Mhm.” You hum, repositioning yourself on his lap. Sadly, he leans away when you lock your arms around his neck, laughing at the whine you let out at that. He’s really enjoying seeing you suffer today. Maybe this is why his friends beat him up all the time. You’ve seen their play fights, both in human and wolf form. “Tired.”

Where Jaemin’s hands meet the exposed skin of your waist, the butterflies come back to life. You weren’t able to drown them, no matter how much vodka you drank. “Did someone ever tell you how cute you are when you’re wasted?” he mumbles, tugging you closer. Your breath hitches when his chest meets yours. He smiles. “Now I need to follow you like a guard dog at every party so nobody else gets to see this. I’d get too jealous.”

“Don’t worry,” you mutter. A hiccup makes you jump on top of him, and you miss the way Jaemin silently groans at that. “Nobody wants me, anyway.”

It’s quiet for a long time. Surely, this would make him stop chasing after you, and now you’ll have to learn how to survive every day without the wolf boy making you feel better with his words. The reassurance he showers you with. The many thumbs-ups, his constant encouragement. Though, now that you think about it - this is the longest Jaemin has ever put up with a girl. Is he humoring you? Did he know about what he made bloom inside your chest, and is hoping you choke on the petals?

When you look up, the wolf’s eyes are in disbelief, almost enraged. It’s a reaction that you didn’t expect, sobering you up just a little. “Is that what you think?” he inquires, the underlying tone in his voice deadly. You gulp. “(y/n), you must know about the many guys standing in line behind me. Are you unaware of all the attention that you draw to yourself? How stunning you are?”

The words tug at your heartstrings. Still, you tell him, “It’s never made anyone stay.”

It’s the truth, a truth he’s going to confirm himself. Na Jaemin can’t be held down. He’s the fleeting warm wind kissing your skin, the sun breaking through the thunder clouds to save your day. He’s not meant to be there forever. Witches don’t run with wolves.

You’d give it all up for him. The spells, the magic, the spirits. Toss everything away to offer Jaemin the world. But Jaemin has galaxies inside his soul, and the universe inside his eyes.

What would he want with your world?

Jeno coughs awkwardly when he enters. It’s the only comment he lets slip about the position you’re both in, instead kneeling down to offer you the glass. The water’s freezingly cold, but you gulp it all down, heart soaring at Jaemin’s praise. Both wolves briefly talk about what’s going on downstairs, and you yawn. Jaemin’s head snaps to yours. Seconds later, you’re lifted off the ground.

“Jaemin!”

Jeno laughs at your shocked squeal. He turns off the lights in the bathroom while you’re carried out, and you lose sight of him as Jaemin brings you to bed. Sighing, you rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. You just want to sleep. Forget about this conversation, deal with the problem later. In the morning, you’d let your heart be crushed by the boy who was never yours. And then you’ll have to learn how to survive that.

Jaemin sets you down on a soft bed. His hands cup your cheeks, thumbs swiping over your cheekbones. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he says. His tone offers no room for discussion. So you nod obediently, and hug him. Maybe you shouldn’t be doing this, but something just keeps urging you to. To feed into the addiction that is Na Jaemin. The more you consume, the more hooked you get. He just laughs when you kiss his cheek, lets you tug him down so he hovers over you. “Stop acting cute. You’re still in trouble.”

“Okay.” You kiss his other cheek. His eyes slip closed when you dishevel his hair, tugging at the locks in an affectionate manner. The color suits him.

You don’t know why you’re feeling this way. The flutter of your heart is a foreign feeling, as weird as the sadness you feel when Jaemin moves away from you. You’re not ready yet, not able to face the flood. You grip his shirt, your legs wound tightly around your waist. The immense wish for him to lay down beside you makes you feel lightheaded.

“(y/n),” Jaemin groans, but he still hides his face in the crook of your neck. You’re aware he can hear your heart racing at his actions, but you can’t find yourself to care. All that matters is that he’s here. You sigh in content when the wolf kisses his way up your throat, dangerously close to your jaw. “Acting cute is not gonna save you.”

You shrug.

The room is dimmed, so you can’t see the look on his face. “Stop,” he deadpans. “I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk. Be a good girl.”

“Will you kiss me, then?”

“When you’re sober and still willing.”

You tighten your grip on his shirt. “Okay. That’s a promise, right? Because otherwise, I’ll get really, really, really upset...”

You wish he wouldn’t tease you by pressing a kiss to your cheeks. You can’t see him, but you know he’s grinning. You just know. He’s Na Jaemin. “Be a good girl,” he repeats. “And in the morning, you’ll get a reward.”

— ❦ —

Your head feels like it’s been split apart. Someone’s punching holes into your temples, and you wince when you move. This is the reason you never drink high-percentage alcohol. It messes you up so much more than your trusted wine.

The bed you slept in feels empty without a body to hold you warm. It smells like your favorite wolf, but you know for a fact he hasn’t been in this room once after you fell asleep. He wouldn’t do anything without your consent. Especially when you’re under the influence. You long for another hug, but once you realize what you’re feeling, you freeze. Everything from yesterday comes rushing back.

“Oh my stars,” you murmur.

Embarrassment feels very hot, and somehow chilling at the same time. It makes the blood rush to your cheeks, your face turning into a heating pack for the hands that move to cover them. You rarely allow yourself to get so intoxicated in public. So why’d it have to happen in near proximity of Jaemin, so you can mess up and spill your secrets?

There’s still a reward to claim, though. You were promised something, and you intend to get what you are owed as a last goodbye. Before Jaemin shifts his attention and forgets about you, as if you were a star in the sky dying and leaving nothing behind but dust. You can still feel his hands on you, the touch imprinted into skin and soul. Many boys had gripped you with the sole intent of using you to their own gain, but Jaemin had held you like you were the most valuable thing in his life. A treasure. A blessing. With just a few soothing words, this wolf had managed to fill the cracks in your heart with his appreciatiation. It’s not enough to make you believe in love, but it’s enough to finally return your bravery to you. So you can finally step over the edge and fall, to surrender to another person. Your heart is battered and bruised, but you’d give it to him without hesitation.

Life isn’t meant to be spent dreading everything. You’ll regret choosing pain over caution, but it’s better than rotting away alone. There is no way to look past all the beautiful things life has to offer. It gave you Jaemin, even if it was for a little while. In his smile, you see the honesty you’ve been craving all your life from other people. His touch makes you forget about the men who treated you like their servant and not the queen they were supposed to worship. When Jaemin listened, you remembered what it felt like to be taken seriously. It doesn’t matter if he’s going to reject you. Anyone who makes you realize your worth again is a person worth let in. So you slip out of bed and start searching for him.

You’re still owed a kiss.

The house is littered with plastic cups and empty bottles. A peek into the many rooms reveals sleeping pack members and girlfriends, and some friends scattered over the couches in the living room. You can’t find Jaemin anywhere, so you head to the kitchen. Maybe he’s already preparing breakfast?

Mark Lee is seated at the kitchen table.

He sits there, looking like he was waiting for you. Perhaps he was. He’s a supernatural creature, blessed with heightened senses and perfect hearing. Your little footsteps must have sounded like booming fireworks to him. The rumors made him out to be a scary person, and if he wasn’t looking at you with such a blank face, you’d be willing to overlook them and call him cute. But it’s not a boy staring you straight in the face; it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Mark doesn’t speak for a long time. His eyes wander over your appearance, your body still clad in the outfit from yesterday. The house had been too hot several moments ago, but now you feel like shuddering. Nothing is more terrifying than looking someone in the face and being aware of much they loathe you.

There’s no other explanation for the glare etched into his face. No other reason for him to despise you, even though this is the first time he ever saw you. He knows. Knows about the powers you carry in your blood, the very same ones someone else used to curse his girlfriend. The story is widely known, almost a myth, if it weren’t for the many people that watched her collapse straight into Mark’s arms as her veins turned black. A forbidden spell, and yet it was used in broad daylight.

Mark hums. It would’ve sounded nice, if it weren’t so ominous. “Jaemin’s gone to the bakery,” he says, voice cold and void of politeness. This man can’t stand the sight of you. Honestly, if you were in his place, you wouldn’t be able to either. “He told me about having a girl sleeping over. Someone he likes. Someone who’s been toying with his feelings.”

Your throat closes up. You don’t like where this is going.

He pushes away the empty cup he clutched, revealing the claws extending from the tips of his fingers. You try to remind yourself that he can’t control it, that he’s just angry. It’s hard to do when everything inside you screams for you to run away.

The table creaks loudly when Mark leans on it. You can see the sharp nails more clearly now, deadly to the touch. “He didn’t tell me it was a witch,” the wolf continues, as if he wasn’t aware of how much he’s scaring you. “Though that clearly explains why you’re breaking his heart and enjoying it. All you witches can do is destroy and demolish. Is that why you sent us the vampires? Even though you were fully aware they’d turn on you? Did that not matter to you, if it meant being rid of us wolves?”

“I don’t enjoy it,” you whisper. You know hearts can’t physically break, but your chest is hurting, and you’re afraid Mark is going to shatter you instead of Jaemin. This is what you get for believing other people over the person themselves. If only you had realized that Jaemin was serious; the amount of time he had spent on you, so unusual for a boy of his kind, his respectful behaviour, everything. “I didn’t mean to...”

“I don’t care!”

Mark has finally cast aside the cool exterior. Visibly fuming, he watches as you tremble because he had raised his voice. The wolf shakes his head, then his hands, tries to shake off the anger. Stop the transformation. He wouldn’t turn in his own kitchen, would he?

Maybe you should just let him shred you to pieces. It’s what you deserve for treating Jaemin like some boy without feelings. You feel terrible.

There’s a gaping ache growing just beneath your lungs, swallowing up your heart like a black hole. The feeling is excruciating, almost unbearable. You force yourself to bear it. You deserve it, you tell yourself. You deserve it. The words ring in your ears and in your entire body, making way for the hollow feeling that imprints itself inside you.

Mark never looks away. He gauges in your reaction, the dooming realization of the consequences to your actions. “Stay away from him,” he finally tells you. It’s the last nail driven into your coffin. Everything seems to fade away. “Stay away from that boy. He doesn’t deserve to have his heart broken by someone who’s never learnt to appreciate it. You know that. Spare him. Leave, and spare him.”

As a child, you had once swallowed a potion on accident. Your mother tended to leave all her cups and cauldrons everywhere, often forgetting that curiousity manifests itself in her daughter. The liquid had been thick and had burned, all the way down to your stomach, spreading through your body as the agony swallowed you up. Like someone biting away at your organs, ripping a big chunk out of your heart and paralyzing your tongue. You had been lucky the potion wasn’t deadly, only intended to torture, to coax the truth out of someone.

This is a fresh serve of that very potion. The memory is suddenly clear as day, every detail repeating in your mind. The same fire. The same torment. And you’ve ingested it on your own accords again. You never learn.

“Okay,” you say. It’s not you speaking, but it’s your voice, an odd out-of-body experience.

No one stops you as you walk out the house. You never look back.

— ❦ —

Magic in a way, is like poison.

It’s uncontrollable sometimes. When your senses are flooded with intense emotions, it splinters of your fingertips like the sparks of a fire, just as dangerous. It burns down villages and gives life to dead forests. The earth splits to obey it, raising the ocean and capturing the stars to bend to your will. It eats away at your energy every time you use it, sends you straight to the ground after a particularly powerful spell. No one ever taught you how to turn it into a cure. It doesn’t mend the wounds of your soul, only the superficial ones grazing your skin. Humanity does not need magic to save lifes. Medicine reaches out way further than magic does, tackles the problems more effectively. Scars fade away with time. Wounds close up. But your soul never recovers. It remembers everything, for now and eternity. It is going to replay the moment you abandoned Jaemin forever.

The ground is strangely comforting. You’ve been resting on it for a while now, even though your bed is right beside you. The cold is numbing, keeps you awake. Haunted by the many months Jaemin spent chasing after you, you stare at the ceiling and pray for karma to have mercy on you. How blind you were. Now that you’re given the sight, you’re not sure you want to keep it.

You spent many days counting the what if’s. What would’ve happened if you weren’t so stubborn, so gullible. You count them, once, twice, infinitely, then you repeat. Only the stars listen. They hear the secrets you whisper to them, the stories of your burden, and they guard that secret forever. It’s the only thing they can do for you.

When witches mourn, nature mourns with them. Eunbin watches as the weather starts to follow your lead. Thunderstorms darken the skies for days on end, the blighting thunder lighting up your face. She watches as flowers start to wilt at your touch, how your tears make the rain knock at your window like an old friend. You only let her in at night, when the moon watches over you both, heightened magic coursing through your veins. You’re always stronger at night. It’s a trait you passed on to your first creation, the werewolves. The very first curse you ever casted.

“All you witches can do is destroy and demolish.”

Mark is very right.

Eunbin moves to hold you close, but she could very well hold a desk plant. Or a lamp. You never stir in her hold, as motionless as an inanimate object. Once, you had helped her through a very similar phase. The world had come crashing down on Kwon Eunbin the day she lost Yeeun. Nature had suffered under her sorrow, flooding streets and cities as you had desperately tried to anchor Eunbin in the waves trying to drown her. In a sense, witches are very selfish.

She believes you’re anything but.

“(y/n),” she mumbles. The ground groans below her when she shifts her weight, the old wood barely doing its’ job. “Please talk to him.”

You laugh, but it’s void of emotion. Eunbin can’t recognize her best friend in that sound, the woman she considers a sister. You’re like a poltergeist, born out of heartbreak. “And break up the pack because of my stupid feelings?” You scoff. “Sure. Because I couldn’t possibly be more egoistic than that.”

“You’re suffering.”

“I feel like I’m dead, Eunbin.” It’s quiet for a very long time. You finally move, the life returning to your limbs. You twist and turn, clinging to her body like a toddler in need of affection. She graps that chance, embracing you tightly, her arms forming a cage. If that bothers you, you don’t complain. “Just dead. I can barely feel anything. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me - every second I spend thinking about us separated... It’s a vicious cycle. I can’t get any rest. I can’t stop thinking about what could’ve been.”

Eunbin knows about the tales of the children of the moon. How the moon had turned away from the witches and gave her attention to the ones who needed it most, and she gifted the wolves with all her blessings. The promise of a life-changing love, returned in full. Two souls connected by fate. Kindred spirits finding their way back to each other.

But it couldn’t be. No, absolutely impossible.

Eunbin thinks about Yeeun. She thinks of a big, grey wolf, giving her life for Eunbin, fulfilling a promise untold. And she reconsiders.

Some people aren’t meant to be seperated. Eunbin wonders if a long time ago, someone had written your story into the stars, moonlight-tipped fingers connecting your soul to another. Destined to be with the boy with the unruly, blue hair.

It’s been sometime since she last visited the Dream frat. Maybe it was time to return.

— ❦ —

Never in your life has someone thrown stones at your window. You must admit, the experience is more scary than romantic, and you curse all the movies in existence that made you think this was cute. It’s almost embarrassing that some minerals knocking against glass is the reason you snap out of your trance, but you try and pin-point the blame on the fact that nobody’s ever done this before.

A stone flies past your cheek when you open the window. You almost scream.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! I’m so sorry!”

The voice is oddly familiar - and the instant remedy to your vicious cycle. All the sleepless nights melt away as you peak down and look Na Jaemin in the face, a big smile on his lips. Something inside your soul finally clicks and rests, never moving again. Not until something makes the boy below your window walk away. “What the hell?” you exclaim. “What are you doing here?”

Jaemin spreads his arms. “Giving you your reward, of course.”

Guilt pools in your stomach, almost as overwhelming as the happiness that floods you at the realization that he’s really here. Sweet Jaemin, with the honest eyes and heavenly smile. The one you hurt terribly... “Jaemin, you can’t be-“

“Move away from the window, baby,” he interrupts you. Irritated, you lean away; shouldn’t he be angry with you? Upset or disappointed? He’s not even listening to you, but it seems like there is no reason to. Something claws at your window, swinging in without fear.

Now, you really do scream. The rocks were one thing, but Jaemin climbing through your window? This apartment complex is huge, for god’s sake. Did he just scale the side of the building? “Jaemin!” you hiss. “What the hell...”

You never get to finish your sentence. The wolf boy tackles you, pushing you on your bed as he firmly embraces you and rests his head on your chest. Like he’s supposed to be there. Not like you’ve been avoiding him for weeks because Mark Lee was going to rip your head out if you even breathed in the direction of Jaemin. His arms are locked around your waist, holding you there. You’re effectively trapped.

You can’t complain.

Jaemin hums in content when you hug him back, and he eases his weight off of you so you can move and sling your legs around his waist. He nuzzles his face against your throat, breathing in deeply. “Missed this,” he mumbles. “Missed you.”

You let him tug your shirt up so he can rest his hands on your naked waist. It’s like giving him a gift - his eyes light up in giddiness when he finally touches you, feels the warmth of you below his fingertips again. A child seeing the presents on christmas morning. “Missed you, too.” You bite your lip. “But aren’t you mad?”

He ignores you for a very long time. Instead, the man between your legs bunches your shirt up and covers your stomach with his own hand, as if he can’t believe you’re actually there. Beneath his skin. Holding him close. You would’ve never realized that Na Jaemin would be in disbelief of a girl wanting him, but look at him now. Your heart soars at the admiration in his eyes, and they meet yours when your pulse speeds up. It makes a smirk adorn his lips; he’s satisfied with the effect he has on you. For a moment, he looks down again, to the place where your hands hold his against your body. “Did you know that your little witch friend can be really vocal?” he says, ignoring your question completely. Lips leave a trail of heat down your skin as Jaemin traces the outline of your jugular vein. “She looks fairly small, but you should’ve seen her when she scolded the hell out of Mark. Really funny, actually. Wish she would’ve done it sooner...”

“Eunbin?” you inquire, puzzled. “What would Eunbin want with Mark Lee?”

Jaemin stops leaving kisses on you, sadly. He raises his head to look at you, offering you a look right into his soul. You see where the moon had fallen in love with Jaemin, where the lines of human and wolf blurred. Memories that gather and bundle, a messy clutter of emotions. But beneath it all, you find the boy you’ve fallen in love with. In his eyes, you find salvation.

The blankets rustle when Jaemin moves on top of you. He shifts his weight, gripping your waist a little bit tighter to hold you closer. When your chests meet, your hearts start syncing up, shaping a melody of their own. A few moments pass as both Jaemin and you concentrate on it; concentrate on where love meets forgiveness.

It’s weird. When Jaemin had just been an unknown face, you never managed to read him. Now, he’s like an open book that he pulled out himself for you. Put it on your lap and asked you to read it to him, as if he doesn’t know what’s inside it. In your hands lies his heart. Does he know that he’s clutching yours? You hope so.

“Well, you see.” Jaemin presses a kiss to your cheek. “She came in really calmly, actually. Wanted to see me and confirm something. Renjun was about to call for me, but Mark interfered... she brought herself into a lot of danger, coming to our house when she’s a witch. She did it for you. Told Mark that I should talk to you, and he in turn told her it’s best if you stay several continents away from me... I broke his nose for that.”

“Jaemin!”

He shrugs. “Eunbin yelling at him was pretty nice, but not enough to settle my anger. You think I’m going to let him talk about my mate like that?”

This is it. The explanation you’ve been begging the stars for, the root of your vicious cycle. Your mouth falls open in shock. Jaemin watches, half amused, half expectant. Like he’s waiting for something. “You mean to tell me...”

“Yeah. Eunbin found that out. She came to ask me if it was true. It’s what Mark didn’t know, because I didn’t tell anybody except Jeno. You should’ve seen the look on Mark’s face...” Jaemin halts. Worry glazes over his eyes, and it takes you several seconds to understand that he’s worrying about you. “Baby, are you alright? You’re all pale. It’s alright if you reject me, don’t worry, as long as you’re hap...”

Jaemin is suprisingly easy to push down. Usually, you wouldn’t be able to pin down a wolf, but the shock gave you an advantage. Straddling him, you lean down and finally kiss Jaemin.

It’s the key to your cage. The funny tasting cure your mom brewed for the potion you accidentally drank. If sadness tastes like raspberry vodka and salty tears, happiness tastes like chapstick and chewing gum. It’s the only thing you register before Jaemin flips you over and kisses you breathless.

You had been shy, but Jaemin is ruthless. His canines tug at your lower lip, a silent order for you to obey and part your lips. If your fingers clawing at his shoulders hurts him, he certainly doesn’t mention it, too busy drowning in the overwhelming feeling of your tongue moving against his. When you finally push him away to catch your breath, the wolf feels like he got drunk off of you. “That’s one way to claim your prize,” he breathes out.

A long time ago, the moon had mercy on your poor soul. This is what had been waiting for you all your life, hidden in the looming shadows of the supernatural world. A soulmate, born to love and adore you. Destiny feels a little bit like contentment.

You can finally laugh as the wounds that had been inflicted on you heal over, making way for the only emperor of your heart. “This kiss isn’t the prize,” you reply. “You are.”

#this is a mess i’m sorry #lmao can y’all tell i was walking on the edge of involving some smut #physically had to restrain myself JSNSHSM #na jaemin #nct dream #nct #na jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #na jaemin fluff #nct dream fluff #nct fluff #na jaemin one shot #nct dream one shot #nct one shot #na jaemin scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios

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Unfinished Stories

So, I have a few never-gonna-finish-or-edit-them or too short to stand on their own pieces and I wanted to post them in order to clear them and move them around in my folders, so...here we go. AU is listed before each story, and some end abruptly. Enjoy <3.

Reincarnation AU

Felasel drops his stack of files and papers onto the conference table where Selene is already seated with an echoing 'BANG'.

"Alright," He starts "So, this man has his fingers in a lot of our partners pots, so to speak. He's been angling to get a meeting with us for a few years now, and his portfolio is finally extensive enough to bother."

"What does he do?"

"Sales, mostly."

Selene flips open the first file cover with a frown "We don't need sales people."

"He disagrees," Felasel shrugs "If you hate him, we never have to meet with him again, but at least I don't have to listen to my assistant complain that he's left me 5 messages in a day again."

Selene merely makes a skeptical noise in return, but her skin turns cold as the salesman enters the room. Dressed in a fine suit, with a nauseatingly familiar head of orange hair, cut short this time around, but that same smile that had tricked her so long ago.

"Hello there!" he grins :"I had no idea this company was run by such beautiful elves! No wonder you are in such high demand."

"Ugh," Selene mutters with a roll of her eyes.

Felasels head whips around in surprise at Selenes unprofessional reaction, before he extends a hand to the salesman

"I'm sorry about that. She hasn't had her coffee yet," he lies. "I'm Felasel Lanuris, and that's my associate, Selene Lanuris. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well" he smiles as he shakes Felasels hand and turns to face Selene "My name is Haleir, in case you hadn't heard it yet," He tells her with a wink.

"I have heard your name all too often, I assure you," She grumbles back, not even bothering to rise out of her seat.

Haleir blinks as Felasel releases his hand, and tries to shake off Selenes abrasiveness. "Ah, were you the young woman I left all those messages with then?"

"No. I run this company, and I promise you that if I had received any messages from you, you would not be standing here now," she growls, fingernails elongating where her hands are clasped in her lap.

Felasels eyebrows crease, as he politely asks Haleir to step out of the room, closing the door behind him and turning to Selene with arms crossed.

"You haven't even heard his pitch yet."

"And I don't need to to know we will not be doing business with him."

"...Someone you know?"

Selene sighs. "We dated. Before I met your father, and before your father threw him through a window."

"What happened?"

Her nails drum thrice against the wooden table before she simply states "My concept of 'consent' when I was younger was not very good."

Felasels eyes flash, an echo of extra accross his face as his head whips towards the closed doorway "I'll kill him myself."

"Unless you find evidence he's still pulling the same or similar crimes in this life, there's no point," Selene dismisses. "I'd rather just keep him as far away from us as I can."

Felasel nods, pressing a button beneath the table for security and indicating towards Haleir with his head as they ascend the stairway.

Ghost Hunting AU (x)

Serahlin and Adannar(both mentioned) belong to @scurvgirl

Dirthamen, Mythal, and Lath belong to @feynites

Ana (mentioned) belongs to @lycheemilkart

Selene let out a heavy sigh as she tied her hair high upon her head.

Today's the day.

The state had sent the notice a week ago; “Your Match has been found. Please report to the main office in Denerim,” with an appointment time that is about...two hours away, now.

Snagging her bag off of the hook, Selene exits her apartment, locking the door behind her to meet her government mandated partner.

–

They stick her in a waiting room. Which is...worrisome.

Serahlins partner had practically tackled her to the ground at the door when they were matched. Which was unconventional, sure, but they seem happy enough with the arrangement. Selene's pretty sure Adannar is planning on proposing soon, even.

Ana never mentioned being stuck in a waiting room when her own partners were found, and she ended up with two.

Maybe something's wrong?

Selene is fidgeting with the strap on her bag, worrying it through her fingers when the door opens, and an older woman with sharp eyes and grey hair enters.

She closes the door behind her.

“Oh, hello!” She stumbles, practically knocking her chair over in her haste to stand “I'm Selene, it's nice to meet you.”

“That's very kind of you child, but I am not your partner,” the woman informs her as she pulls out a stack of papers, and a pen.

Selene raises an eyebrow at the woman, skeptical.

“So...are you with the company, then?”

“Something like that,” she smiles, though it doesn't quite reach the womans eyes. “Why don't you tell me about yourself. Your paperwork claims you are a fighter, is that correct?”

“Yes, that's cor-”

“But I can also see that you are Dalish. I was lead to believe that the Dalish do not fight their ghosts.”

Selene fidgets a bit more and sits back into her seat. “Well, that's true, yes. Our Keepers typically handle all of our ghostly encounters.”

“So that makes you rather redundant, wouldn't you agree?”

“That's-that's not really-”

“So you have no experience actually encountering ghosts? No training in how to defend yourself, or your partner? Wouldn't signing my son over to your care be something like a deathwish, then?”

Selene frowns, straightening up in her seat. “That's not- my heritage has nothing to do with my capabilities. Most fighters don't have any experience until they're matched. I'd keep-wait, did you say your son?”

“I did,” she answers, turning the stack of papers towards Selene with a pen sitting on top. “You will need to sign these papers and agree to our terms before you will be permitted to see him. We have an appearance to maintain, and I will not tolerate sloppy work marring my families name.”

Selene flips through the paper, sighing. It would take her weeks to decipher all of this without Serahlins help. “I have to meet your son within the allotted time, or we both go to jail for treason,” she attempts.

“Then I suggest you sign quickly.”

Selene sighs, and grumbles as she signs through the appropriate paperwork while the woman watches.

She gives a Selene a smile as the paperwork is shoved unceremoniously back towards, tucking it under her arm.

“Welcome to the Evanuris family,” the woman states and walks back out of the room.

Selenes brain short circuits for a moment.

What.

She doesn't have much time to process before a man walks into the room. Tall, and handsome with a square jaw, dark hair, and stunningly blue eyes. She startles and practically leaps out of her chair.

He pauses when he sees her.

“Hello.” Selene squeaks.

“Hello,” he nods back. “I hope my mother did not give you too much trouble.”

“Is she going to kick off all of our encounters? Because I'd like to get some notice next time, if so,” Selene jokes, attempting to ease some of the tension out of the room.

“She will not. There was a dispute when my match was found. My brother had wanted to meet you first, but...My mother was more suitable.”

“Right. Sure.” Selene nods, because she probably shouldn't insult her partners family immediately after meeting him. She holds out her hand “I'm Selene. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Evanuris.”

He eyes her hand for a few moments, before taking it in his own. “Please call me Dirthamen. It is a pleasure to meet you, as well.”

She smiles at him.

Another woman steps into the room, in a pencil skirt and button down blouse with pink curls that cascade down the whole of her, and a name tag that reads simply 'Lath'.

“Are you two ready?” she smiles.

Dirthamen nods, and Selene swallows as she leads them out of the room.

They follow her down long hallways filled with unlabeled doors, as she explains their next steps.

“First you two will need to forge your scythe, to allow Miss Selene a weapon to fight with. Scythes vary from person to person, they're a symbol of your devotion to one another. Some couples have issues getting their energies to coincide, and there are various methods you can use to forge your creation.”

High School Rivalmance AU

“There's no way that's right,” Selene squints through the frames of her glasses.

“You've been dethroned,” Melanadahl nods sagely.

Selene huffs, and nudges him gently in the side with her elbow before striding out of the classroom, hand gripped tight around the strap of her bag while he follows alongside her.

Second.

She got the Second highest grade on the test.

Selene has had the best performance in every mathemagical course she's taken since she managed to squeeze her way into this stupid elite school. It's the only way she can prove she's supposed to be here, that she isn't some pity case for the school to boast about, or some number for them to check off on their 'diversity' reports. Her written exams have been perfect, her practice exams have gone off without a hitch, and she hasn't lit anything on fire in over 6 months!

The nerve of her teacher.

“Should I start carrying a fire extinguisher?” Melanadahl teases as she continues her path through the halls to their instructors office.

“No. I just need to find out what happened,” she grumbles.

Knocking three times on the door, their instructor bids them entry and Selene doesn't bother taking a seat as she demands “My grade is wrong.”

One grey eyebrow arches over their teachers face as he glances up from the pile of papers beneath him.

“Your grade was fine. You're doing exceedingly well.”

“Someone outranked me.”

“Yes, that happens.”

“Who was it?”

“The point of using student ID numbers rather than names on that list, is to protect them in situations like this, you know.”

Melanadahl snorts, while Selene's fist tightens.

“I didn't make any mistakes.”

“You rounded incorrectly on your written exam.”

“The actual answer was 3.049! The nine rounds the four to a five, which rounds the zero into a one!”

“You only needed to round to the hundredths, not the tenths.”

“The instructions on the test said differently.”

Their instructor lets out a long suffering sigh as he leans back in his chair and slings his arms over their rests. “Fine, then I will adjust that in your scores. He still outranked you in the practical.”

“My practical was flawless, you said so yourself!”

“His gestures were more solid than yours, as was his focus.”

“That's a load of nug shit, and you know it,” she argues.

Their instructor rubs gingerly at his forehead. “Selene, sometimes people appear who are better at things than we are. Whether it's a product of their upbringing, private tutelage, or simply natural talent. You will have a far better life if you strive to better yourself from their presence, rather than fight against them. Now, I have 5 other classes with tests that need to be graded. Please see yourselves out.”

Selene opens her mouth to argue again, but Melanadahl drags her back out into the hallway before she has the chance to speak.

“He's right you know.”

“Oh, et tu, Melanadahl?”

He shrugs, before leaning onto the tips of his toes and whispering “I know who beat you.”

Selenes head whips towards his “Who?”

“The new kid. Dirthamen Evanuris.”

“...There's a new kid?”

Melanadahl just lets out a laugh “You've met him!”

“What? No I haven't.”

“You have though,” he points out “In the library, after school on Monday? He was the guy that nabbed the Magical Applications for Trigonometry in Warding book from the other side of the shelf. You chased him down!”

Selenes eyebrows scrunch together before she recalls the blue eyes on the other side of the book case, and dark hair walking away before she had darted around the corner and asked (very politely, she insists) to borrow it instead. He hadn't argued with her, just seemed sort of...stunned? And handed it right over.

Guess he didn't need it anyways, really.

Stupid perfect-score-on-his-practical-getter.

“Oh,” she admits.

Melanadahl teases her for the rest of their walk back to his home for their usual Thursday study session, Selene slipping her shoes off as she enters and follows him up the grand staircase towards his bedroom. As they reach the hallway, Selene rushes to press herself up against the wall as two dark blurs go rushing past them, landing in what she's pretty sure would be best described as a 'jumbled heap' at the bottom, skateboards clattering to the ground.

“Nah, the one at my house gets better air,” Complains the blonde one.

“Whatever man. The others should be here soon, you ready to practice?” Melanadahls brother intones as he stands and brushes off his pants.

“Yeah, I guess-” The blonde ones eyebrow raises as he notices Selene and Melanadahl at the top of the stairs and lets out a lewd whistle “You should wear a skirt next time! Give us something to look at!”

Selene rolls her eyes while she and Melanadahl both jointly flip him off.

“Your younger brother is fuckin' rude,” The blonde elf complains to Enastaren.

“Not my fault, that's on our parents.”

They both laugh over that and wander off to the oversized garage while Melanadahl lets out a groan and walks with Selene to his room.

“I hate that guy,” he grumbles.

“Who is he?”

“Falon'din Evanuris. Your competitions twin, from what I understand. He's been hanging around Enastaren a lot this week. They're doing some 'rock band' thing together.”

“Your brothers taste in people hasn't changed, I see.”

“Listen, he hit on your dad one time-”

“And I'm still not gonna let him live it down,” she reminds him while shrugging off and unzipping her bag to begin their studies.

–

The next day in mathemagics class, Selene does keep an eye out for Dirthamen, though. She finds out he actually sits a couple seats over from her, and never speaks unless called on. As the class draws on, she also notices he tends to favor traditional pencils to mechanical ones, keeps three different notebooks out at all times (One scrap, one work, and one graph), and has a tendency of staying unnervingly still while he's thinking something through.

And also his eyes are piercingly blue, and maybe his jawline looks pretty good, and the school uniforms blazer actually suits him pretty well.

But that's all secondary, of course.

Melanadahl groans when she tells him about her discoveries at lunch “Don't do this to yourself.”

“Do what?” Carina asks as she plops down next to Selene with her lunch bag.

“Selene's got a boner for the new guy because he did better on a test than she did,”

“Ooooh,” Carina nods “Is that all it takes? Because I kick your ass in chemistry, Selene. You wanna catch a movie this weekend?”

Selene throws her hands up in frustration while Carina takes a bite out of her apple, staring up at her from beneath her own square frames.

“Are you serious?” Selene finally asks.

Carina shrugs “Depends on if you say yes.”

“...Yeah, alright. Are you paying?”

“Sure,” she agrees with a grin.

“Woah, woah, woah! What about me?” Melanadahl pouts.

“You have enough significant others, and Selene deserves someone who can treat her special,” Carina points out.

Melanadahls pout deepens.

“Plus I don't put out,” Selene states bluntly.

“Oh. Well, then I don't care,” Melanadahl finally settles before taking a bite out of his salad “You two do whatever makes you happy, just don't phase me out of the group.”

“Deal,” Selene and Carina agree in unison.

–

The movie actually goes...weirdly well, Selene thinks.

Carina found a small theater showing slightly older movies for cheaper prices, and buys both of them tickets for some cheesy sci-fi movie they enjoy. Selene takes her to a local coffee place that gives her a discount because she helps cover breaks sometimes after school in exchange for their wi-fi password.

They've been friends for a little over a year already, but there's still a lot she didn't know about Carina. Like how her parents fled Kirkwall after their debt to the Carta was technically paid off, or that she has an extensive collection of horror stories and movies, or that her favorite color is midnight blue. Carina ends up asking why they always study at either her or Melanadahls house, and never Selenes, and she has to explain that her parents aren't usually home, and she also, technically, doesn't have a key to the apartment ever since she enrolled in this school. But the fire escape leads right past her window, so she can get in and out that way on her own, and her scholarship gives her a stipend for transportation and uniform pieces and things that she budgets into food or things that she needs.

Carina just shakes her head, while Selene tries to change the subject.

They hold hands on the walk to Selenes apartment building (and Selene tries not to be awkward when she goes to the bottom of the fire escape instead of the actual entrance) when the sun starts to set, and Carina stretches up to kiss Selenes cheek before they part, and thank her for the date.

“Are we....dating then?” Selene asks. She hasn't really done this before, and she's not sure where to go from here.

“Think on it,” Carina suggests “We can be, if you want to do this on a regular basis, or we can just have had the one good date and leave it here.”

Selene nods, and rocks on her feet before bending over to place a return kiss to the dwarfs cheek. “Thank you,”

Carina smiles, and sends Selene off with a wave before leaving.

After crawling through the window, Selene kicks off her shoes and flops back onto her mattress.

Dating could be nice. She likes Carina, certainly. And they get along. But with school, and her studies...maybe this isn't the time for it?

Especially not with someone around and looking to push her out of her top spot.

Resolving herself, Selene sits back up, and pulls out her practice books and some paper, and gets back into her usual routine of study.

#Rambles #Reincarnation Frat AU #Ghost Hunting AU #Rivalmance Dirthalene AU #Selene Lavellan #Felasel #Haleir #Melanadahl #Enastaren #Carina #I'm going to try to get something else up later too but we'll see

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