#ateez fanfiction teaser

[bethelighthalazia]

Family Vacation Teaser <3

Hey there my little lights <3

I was thinking to give you all a little teaser sneak peek of one of my WIPs. I am working on a mini series about OT8 of ATEEZ as dads.

The first one will be Wooyoung, because I had watched the episode where he, San and Seonghwa are out for a picnic with the three kids <3

if anyone wants to be tagged in this mini series, let me know under this post <3

teaser under the cut, as always!

lovely greetings, Kat <3

“Nabi! What are you doing here, my little butterfly?” Wooyoung asked when picking her up, a bright smile on his lips, looking around. “Eomma and I waited for appa! You bring all the samchons too!” She squeals with joy, already leaning towards her favorite uncle who quickly picked her out of Wooyoung´s arms. It didn't take long for Wooyoung to spot you on the porch, his gaze softening as he hurried over to you to help you up. “Careful, Jagi,” He hummed, pulling you into a gentle hug, making sure to not accidentally push too hard against your belly while doing so. “Please tell me that you didn't come here all alone with Nabi. You were careful and had someone help, right?” “Wooyoung, baby. I am pregnant, not sick.” You chuckled, cupping his cheek before placing a kiss to his lips. He couldn't hide a little laugh, but then got cut by a loud squeak coming from your daughter. Both of you were quick to turn around, already panicked, but when you see Yunho holding Nabi and twirling around with her, you let out a relieved sigh. Wooyoung however was not as relaxed at this sight.

[kwanisms]

A Special Look

I've been working on something for the month of August and am excited to share what I've been working on which will be coming September so please read below the cut if you're curious to see what it is!

➮ no pairing but features Seonghwa of Ateez wc: 2204 warnings: none

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Your footsteps echoed around the dark corridor as you shined a flashlight around the walls. From the outside, you would have never expected the hallway to be this long but were reminded again that if the legends were to be believed, this place could stretch and distort things on a whim.

Taking another deep breath, you pressed on, continuing down the dark hallway as you continued to shine the light around, hoping to find another doorway or even a set of doors to end this stretch. It was becoming unbearably long and starting to weigh on you just how long it had been since you’d seen light other than the flashlight in your hand.

Just as the thought to turn back crossed your mind, you froze, staring into the distance at what seemed to be a light at the end of the hallway. Your thumb hovered over the button on the flashlight and after a moment, you pressed it, the click echoing.

As the beam from your flashlight diminished, the light at the end of the tunnel did not and relief flooded your body as you turned the light back on with a click and continued down the corridor, a skip in your step.

As the light at the end grew and you got closer and closer, you wondered briefly if it was some kind of trick. Maybe it wasn’t a light at all. Or maybe, it was a light but what would you find at the end besides the light source? What secrets were hidden in the dark, deep in the Library of Illusion?

As you neared the light, a doorway started to materialize and a room within also started to appear. The doorway was a stone arch, rounded at the top and the room beyond was larger than you initially thought.

Turning off the flashlight, you looked around at the round room. It was entirely made of stone, a small platform with a small stone gazebo stood in the middle of the room. Surrounding the platform were curved bookshelves full of loose papers, yellowed with age.

Scrolls upon scrolls sat on shelves, stacked on one another in between old worn books, some even looked burned and ruined beyond recognition.

Between breaks in the shelves were six large, wooden doors. Each door had an old, tarnished knob in the middle and decorative knockers that upon first look seemed identical. Above each door, carved into the stone bricks were words.

You moved to the left, reading the words carved above the door closest to you. It read Science Fiction, leaving you with more questions than answers but as you moved further around the room, following the curve, each door had a genre carved into the stone above it; Science Fiction, Crime/Mystery, History, Horror, Adventure, and Fantasy. Between the third and fourth doors was a small square room.

It looked almost like an office of sorts with a large desk, several bookshelves but tucked under a window, between two shelves, was a bed, the sheets a tangled mess as though whoever used it had gotten up recently and not bothered to make the bed.

You moved closer to inspect the shelves, reading various titles but the one that stuck out the most was Dracula. ‘Interesting choice,’ you told yourself with an amused hum before turning to face the desk that was covered in papers.

You walked over, looking at the sheets which turned out to be maps and other pages that might have been diary entries.

You looked up at the wall opposite the bed to find even more shelves, full of the same old yellowed pages, scrolls, and even more books but also long necked bottles with bulbous bases. Each bottle was corked and covered in a fine layer of dust

The bottles themselves were thick, clear glass, distorted with age and the liquid inside was a deep, rich red almost like – ‘Blood?’ you thought as you inspected them. A chill ran up your spin and you forced yourself to turn away from the bottles, hoping your morbid thoughts were just that — thoughts.

As you turned away, another door caught your eye. Like the other doors, it was made of wood and seemed to be heavy. Instead of solid wood, it had a small paned glass window in the shape of a semicircle. The panes were a thick opaque red glass with gold in between each pane.

Under the window, in place of a knob, was a series of keyholes. Seven of them. Four on top and three on the bottom. They were old, most likely fitted to old rusted keys.

As you were inspecting the keyholes, you heard a soft whooshing sound behind you. Quickly, you stood up straight and turned around, finding both rooms empty. You walked to the round room and looked around before raising your gaze overhead.

The ceiling, which you hadn’t even noticed before, was domed and made entirely of glass with iron supports. The glass was littered on the outside with leaves and twigs and even one glass window was broken, which explained the old leaves littering the floor between bookshelves.

As you walked further into the round room, you noticed a pedestal standing in the center of the stage. You were surprised because you hadn’t noticed this before. ‘Was this always here?’ you wondered as you stepped onto the platform.

Placed upon the stone pedestal was a large ornate box.

The base of the box was wooden but it had gold plated metal fitted around the corners and where the lid met the body of the box met in an intricate fastener. Embedded in the gold were red gemstones of various sizes and cuts with the largest being oval.

As you rounded the pedestal, taking in the box, you heard a scraping sound, like a shoe against the stone and turned around to face the small room where the sound came from. Standing in the archway of the room was a man.

As your eyes adjusted to his sudden appearance, your eyes widened in shock, recognition filling your mind along with numerous questions. How, who, why?

You would recognize those dark eyes and piercing stare anywhere. It was him! The man from your dreams. The one you’d been seeing every night for months, plaguing you as you tried to sleep. The reoccurring dreams, the nightmares, all of it. He was the one you always saw.

He took a step forward, the light shining in from the glass dome illuminating him even more. He was as every bit ethereal and beautiful as he was in your dreams, perhaps even more so in person. You stared back at him with wide eyes as he watched you carefully.

You felt like prey caught in the gaze of a predator and as he drew closer still, your instincts kicked in, heart hammering in your chest.

‘Run.’

You tried to do just that, backing away before turning towards the hallway you’d entered from only to find it gone. Before you was a blank stretch of stone wall, the archway present but the gap filled with stone blocks. You turned back to find the man standing where you had just been on the platform, still watching you.

You turned to look at one of the many doors around the room and ran to the closest one, grabbing the knob and trying to twist it only for it to not budge. “Wait,” the man spoke in a clear voice. You looked over your shoulder at him.

“S-stay away!” you stammered, still trying to wrench open the door. He held up a hand, stopping a couple paces away. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he answered. “But that door is locked,” he continued. “And only I have the key.”

You gave up trying to turn the knob and let out an exasperated groan before turning to face him. As your eyes met, the man’s brows rose in what you could only assume was shock. He was shocked to see you? Had he not been plaguing your dreams?

‘That’s not his fault, you idiot,’ you told yourself. ‘It’s not like he knows that!’

The man took another step forward, eyes narrowing as he searched your face. You pressed back, hitting the wooden door as he stepped even closer until you could see his face in detail. His pale, flawless complexion, his red irises that seemed to almost glow in the low light.

‘What is he?’

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand raise and you tried to pull back as he reached up, hesitating as you flinched before he gently took your chin and tilted your head back up. His eyes scanned your face, a look of both shock and confusion on his face before a wave of recognition passed over his features.

“Blossom?” he whispered.

You froze. ‘Blossom? What is that? Is it some kind of code?’

His hand shifted, cupping your cheek as he looked between your eyes. “Blossom,” he said again, only this time, it didn’t sound like a question, more of a confirmation. You stared back at him before pushing him back quickly.

“Who are you?” you blurted out. “You don’t know who I am?” he asked. You shook your head, taking note of how the look on his face was replaced with hurt before a look of disappointment crossed it only to be replaced finally with a look of acceptance.

He straightened up, clearing his throat. “My apologies,” he finally said. “You look like someone I knew long ago.” You said nothing, continuing to watch him. “You’ve come for the Library, haven’t you?” he asked.

You stared at him until you realized he was waiting for you to answer.

“Uh, yeah,” you said softly. “Well, kind of.”

The man tilted his head to the side, giving you a quizzical look. “It’s complicated,” you explained. “But I’d heard rumors,” you continued, crossing your arms in front of your stomach, something you’d had a habit of doing when you were anxious or felt vulnerable.

“Rumors? You came here based on rumors?” he asked, tucking his hands behind his back. “I suppose that’s not the oddest thing I’ve heard,” he added so softly you weren’t sure if you were meant to hear it. “And I suppose you’re here for the treasure?”

You stared at him wordlessly, blinking. “Treasure?”

It was the man’s turn to be caught off guard.

“You don’t know about the treasure?” he asked, sounding outright confused. You shook your head. The man sighed, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “So why have you come here, then?” he asked.

Images of your dreams flashed in your mind. Images of him. Slightly different than he was now but you were certain it was him. There were also flashes of the image of another man with golden glowing eyes and a smirk. Something about the other man felt dangerous but this man, nothing felt exponentially dangerous. Not even the red eyes or otherworldly feeling.

He felt familiar. There was a lingering impression of danger but compared to the other man in your dreams, this man felt much more tame. Much safer.

“Like I said,” you started. “It’s complicated.”

The man sighed and turned around, walking back to the platform and stepping up onto it. You stepped forward and watched as he rounded the pedestal, inspecting the box as well before he looked up, his red gaze meeting yours. A vision of something similar.

An old, dusty building where he was walking around an old splintered desk and looked up in the same fashion. As you returned to your senses, you stumbled slightly, grabbing the nearest bookshelf to keep you upright.

‘What the hell was that?’

You shook your head in an attempt to shake away the lingering dizziness that accompanied the vision. You looked up and noticed the man was watching you with a concerned expression, his brows furrowed together.

“Whatever it is, your reasoning for coming here will eventually come to light,” he explained as he finished circling the pedestal. “They always do.”

He turned his gaze away from the box and back to where you stood. “You’ve entered the Library of your own volition and now you must proceed to escape.”

You felt your stomach sink. “Escape?” you asked. The man nodded. “When you enter the Library, a lock is sealed and the only way to escape is to gather the keys and enter the Restricted Section,” he explained, gesturing to the ornate door in the second room.

“It is the only way to leave. You’ve seen that you cannot turn back,” he continued, pointing at the sealed entry. “Once you pass through that arch, it seals itself and the only way out is through.”

You looked at the door at the back, the one that led to the Restricted Section.

“Who are you?” you asked, your mouth moving faster than your brain. The man hesitated before answering. “You really don’t know?” he asked. You shook your head. You’d seen the man before but you didn’t know his name.

“My name is Seonghwa,” he finally answered.

“And I am the Keeper of Keys.”

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COMING SEPTEMBER 2024 . . .

THAT'S RIGHT BAYBEE WE ARE BACK.

I have been working almost nonstop through the month of August on this and will have the prequels up VERY soon so I can focus on THIS before we get into Kinktober. We are going back to the Library of Illusion! If you want to learn more, read below for the details as well as a link to the taglist!

series summary: Y/N has finally found the place that haunts her dreams, the fabled Library of Illusion. Deep in the forests of the Carpathian Mountains, she arrives and enters to find why it and a strange man have been inhabiting her sleeping mind.

sections:

Crime/Mystery — Caught in the Middle History — The Mad Butcher of Whitechapel Fantasy — Be My Guest Adventure — On the High Seas Science Fiction — The Red Planet Horror — Voices in the Snow

If any of this sounds like something you'd like to read, you can sign of for the taglist here or leave a comment on this post! Taglist will be open until the end of the first week of September and after that, no more names will be added to the taglist!

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[fadedtoneverland]

teaser - selfish waltz | jung wooyoung

noble!exbf!wooyoung x noble!gn!reader

(since it’s wooyoungie’s bday, i thought i’d tease my next big project with him)

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“dance with me.”

your eyebrow twitched when you heard that voice. his voice still sounded so serene, like a songbird, just like when you first met him. but instead of feeling warmth and butterflies, sparks of irritation danced over your nerves.

“i’d rather not.” you replied curtly, gripping the wine glass tighter in your hands. you tried to distract yourself by looking at the other people in the grand hall, dressed in satin silk and feathered masquerade masks, but the sight of the billions of couples in the room made you feel even more pathetic.

wooyoung scoffed, his smirk even more pronounced with half of his face covered by the black venetian mask he wore. you hated that he could still look so good after all this time.

“come on, darling.” wooyoung cooed, the sound of his words coming out more mocking than honeyed. “you know you want to. or would you rather stand here looking all sad and lonely?”

you scoffed and turned away from this man, already getting agitated from the mere sight of him. though, you can’t tell if it’s agitation or excitement.

“don’t call me that.” you sassed, not wanting to meet his gaze. “besides, i thought you’d be off with your new toy or whatever. why don’t you go dance with her instead?”

a flash of irritation twitched on wooyoung’s facials.

“it’s a fucking waltz, y/n.” wooyoung snapped, getting up in your personal space and making you turn around by grabbing your wrist.

“the easiest ballroom dance in the world, and i know you don’t wanna stand here moping around. wouldn’t exactly look good for mommy and daddy, now would it? so dance with me.”

fuck. now you couldn’t ignore him. your eyes rounded from shock and being intimidated by your ex’s rather aggressive reaction, but you’ve known of wooyoung’s volatile nature for a while.

besides, you can’t make a scene, you’d rather not get chewed out by your family during their grand ceremonious event.

swallowing your pride just this once, you relented.

“fine.”

wooyoung smirked, already dragging you to the center of the ballroom, letting you and him get swept up in the materialistic crowd.

“great. let’s dance, mon amour.”

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❤︎ — dancing round and round the old ballroom that you created so many memories in, you find yourself falling into a loop where you, and the man you once loved, selfishly give into each other’s desires

[jinisnuggets]

KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH

Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.

WORD COUNT | tba

NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network @blossomnet

[potatomountain]

im so happy with how chapter 14 is coming out. So filthy. But i have a work coming out tomorrow so ill be pushing Chapter 14 back to next weekend! Since it'll be like 10 days, would you guys like a little teaser?

[txtsoobean]

This sounds so interesting, I’m already hooked! Can’t wait for it to drop!

our leaves must fall before our flowers can bloom (teaser)

genre: poly hockey team!ateez x coach fem!reader, enemies/strangers to lovers, athlete!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

length: 1.0k (teaser) + approx. 38k (full fic)

c/w: sweaty ateez (warning well deserved), lots of hurt/comfort, one of the slowest slow burns to slow burn, remaining tags to be revealed with full fic

synopsis: you become the new coach of the elite men's ice hockey team, the red devils. but with both yourself and the team carrying burdens of the past, you all find it difficult to see eye to eye. as you lead them to the championships in the korean ice hockey league, you discover that teamwork and trust is not as straightforward as it seems.

a/n: when i started writing this i really thought it wouldn't exceed 25k but here we are :D full fic will be released in about a week and i am so ready

“she’s the new coach?” yunho frowns in confusion. “no offence, but we’re not a bunch of kids for her to practise being a soccer mum to.”

“she was the assistant coach for the grey eagles,” coach cho discloses.

“the grey eagles? the under-21 men’s championship team?” yeosang looks incredulous.

mingi sceptically comments, “the fact that we’ve never seen or heard of her before probably tells us enough.”

hongjoong’s lips purse sourly as he tries his hardest to analyse the situation with the professionalism of the team’s captain. but with the sudden change in coaches and the same critiquing doubts as mingi, hongjoong cannot help but feel his personal judgement webbing over his mind. over the team’s entire career as an elite ice hockey team thus far–five years, now well into their sixth–the red devils have only ever had two coaches. coach cho has been with them for the longest and whilst it took the team a while to eventually warm up to him, he has been with them for almost quadruple the amount of time it took to trust him.

the team’s alternate captain, seonghwa, speaks to you directly, “if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not playing as an athlete yourself? you’re clearly our age–nowhere near retiring.”

you knew from the very start that your age would make your credibility as a coach much lower, and your answer to seonghwa will not help your case either. “i stopped playing.”

“how come?”

the trigger of memories fills your nose with a sharp stinging smell. you blankly reveal, “i chose to stop playing.” you know exactly how it sounds like to somebody else, even more so to professional athletes. coach cho has also told you of the team’s hardheadedness and strong will when it comes to the passions of their career, so you are expecting the cold receptiveness that you are met with.

your response strikes the wrong chord within wooyoung. there was a point in his career not too long ago when the choice of continuing to play or not was at risk of becoming a forced decision. the way you answer so callously with those very words that had threatened to tear his world apart has his jaw grinding and eyes darkening, and he is not the only athlete in the arena who feels similarly.

“i would rather choose to die before i choose to stop playing. ice hockey is my entire life and without it, i am not living either,” hongjoong jabs and you cannot help but clench your fists because you know exactly what he means. still, you stay quiet as he continues, “sorry, but i can’t respect a ‘coach’ who chose to stop playing.”

at the captain’s words and subsequent move to leave for the changerooms, the rest of the team also gather their equipment and follow his steps. san’s feet falter in front of you, expression hesitant until he decides to voice, “our team needs a bit of time. it’s hard for us to warm up to…outsiders, and i know it might not mean much to say this but we have our reasons. don’t expect us to blindly trust you just because you’re a coach.”

the use of the word ‘outsider’ does not go unnoticed as you nod, “of course.”

san jogs off to rejoin the others and coach cho hums, “guess some things haven’t changed. they were just as prickly to me when i first became their coach.”

you raise an eyebrow, “prickly? to you?”

“yes, believe it or not,” he chuckles nostalgically. “we’ve come a long way because i’ve been their coach for years now. but it took me a while before i was able to break down their walls.”

you briefly mull over the information, then ask out of curiosity, “what would you have done if i didn’t sign the contract?”

“begged you to rethink your decision,” he jokes with a pleased chortle. “i would have to start looking for a different coach, i suppose. you were my only pick.”

“but why me, of all people? there are so many other experienced coaches that you can choose from.”

he looks at you, eyes glinting with intuition and confidence as he simply says, “you’re familiar with their playing style. they play just like you used to.” at your silent processing, coach cho probes, “why didn’t you tell them the real reason?”

you smile wistfully, “i didn't tell them because i’m not here to gain their pity.”

some of the boys’ voices grow louder as they emerge from the changerooms, changed into fresh clothes and their kit bags slung over their shoulders. you hear one of them ask, “captain, is she really going to be our new coach?”

they step out from the facility’s corridor and you accidentally make eye contact with hongjoong, yet neither of you look away. maintaining a steady gaze directly at you, he responds with a slight glower, “maybe, but she’s only the coach by title. i’m still the captain of the team, so let’s see who everyone listens to.”

as they exit the rink’s arena, you feel a fire of determination growing inside of you. you have won over your own demons and you have won the championships before–this is nothing in comparison. whether your next words are for coach cho or for yourself to hear, it does not matter.

“i may not play anymore but i was still once an athlete and no athlete has ever, in their career, wanted pity. i’m here to earn the team’s respect and i will win over them, especially their captain.”

you watch the swing of the glass door as it shuts behind the players, catching a brief glimpse of the trees lining the arena’s perimeter. it is the first day of autumn when you meet the red devils for the first time and outside, the leaves are beginning to change their colours.

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[a-sky-full-of-starfish]

Finally working on Last Ditch after like two years of procrastinating let's gooooo

(we'll just ignore the fact that I'm using it to procrastinate on vendoring prep work but whatever. Updates are updates.)

I also wanted to share that this fic actually does have a soundtrack for it! Each chapter section (or planet of the journey) is named after an ATZ song so if you want a specific section just look for the song and everything after that is the OST for that planet! You can see that each planet kind of has its own genre for it. For example, this upcoming chapter has a lot of Swing/Electro Swing in it!

(spoilers for later chapters in the playlist, proceed with caution)

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Home to You (Cobra x reader)

Home to Me (Cobra x reader) (part 2 of Home to You)

Introducing Junie

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Seiji, Arata, and Noboru

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[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

Shipwright, what is your Treasure? (Crescent Teaser)

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Everyone x Everyone

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,044 words

Warnings: Child labor, child abuse.

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7 years old

He stood straight, with his back pressed to the wall, under the watchful eyes of the Headmaster. There was a couple sitting in front of him, staring him down like he was some sort of product. He probably was going to become one. Technically, he was there for an interview with the people that were interested in adopting him, but he knew better than that. He had seen it and heard about it so many times before. He knew what was going to happen to him.

“He’s a very good kid,” the headmaster explained. “He’s a bit short for his age, but he’s quite hardworking and obedient. He’s also quite good in his classes.”

“He certainly seems like a good kid," the woman smiled, pleased. "What do you think?"

She turned towards the man, who was staring at him so intently that he couldn't help but feel a little bit of fear. Life at the orphanage wasn't great, but he was certain that he didn't want to leave with that couple. He didn't think there was anything he could do about it though, as the orphanage didn't have very high standards for the future parents. There were so many orphaned kids all over Moruta that it wasn't surprising at all.

"I agree." The man nodded. "I think he'll be a good addition to our family."

Once the interview finished, he accompanied the Headmaster and the couple outside to their car. Once they were gone, the Headmaster turned to him with a smile and placed a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t like what that smile meant for him. He didn’t want to leave the orphanage.

“You should go pack your things,” the Headmaster instructed, giving him a soft push towards the inside of the building.

He packed as slowly as he could, as if it could delay his departure. Sunwoo, his best friend, observed him with pensive eyes. He had not said anything about leaving, but it wasn’t necessary. Everyone knew that packing your bags meant you were leaving. He wondered if Sunwoo would resent him for it.

“Do you think they’ll be good?” Sunwoo asked after a moment of silence. He stopped folding his clothes for a moment and looked at his best friend.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. He knew Sunwoo was worried for him, and wanted to give him some consolation, but he also didn’t want to lie. He didn’t have a good feeling about that couple. “I hope so.”

Sunwoo nodded, because he didn’t know what else to reply. He went back to his suitcase and finished folding all of his clothes. He didn’t have many, only the ones that had been given to him by the orphanage. Other than that, he had a couple of storybooks he still struggled to read properly, a very worn out plushie that was supposed to be a dog, and a toothbrush.

“Do you think we’ll see each other again?” Sunwoo’s voice was hushed, like he hadn’t actually meant to ask that question. He stopped with the plushie in his hands and turned to him.

“Of course,” he said without hesitation. He handed the plushie to Sunwoo. “You can keep it until we meet again, it’s a promise.” Sunwoo grabbed it and nodded.

He didn’t actually know if he would be able to fulfill that promise, but the least he could do was give Sunwoo one last good memory. He turned to his suitcase and put the toothbrush in before closing it. 

13 years old

“Wake up already!” A man yelled into the room as he turned on the lights before leaving. 

He groaned into his pillow and sat up, still with his eyes closed. He heard several other boys groan around him as they too woke up. There was no need to look at the clock hung over the door, it was probably around 5 am, which meant the start of another day of work. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and used the wooden ladder as support to get off. He needed to get changed and go eat breakfast before their boss got angry and left them without food.

The floor was cold under his bare feet, but it helped him wake up faster as he made his way to the shared wardrobe and grabbed his uniform. Everyone was mostly silent as they went about getting ready, probably much too tired to do anything more. He finished quickly and left the room, heading down the hall to get his food serving. Life was easier when he tried to cooperate.

Six years had passed since his adoption, and his hunch had not been wrong back then. The couple already had several other adopted kids, his “brothers”, who lived along with him in a sort of garage house. Despite how much they had to work, it wasn’t actually too bad (or at least, he had convinced himself it wasn’t). They each had their own beds, clothes and three meals a day which were more plentiful than what the orphanage had been able to provide.

He still thought a lot about the orphanage, but he was no longer sure it would’ve been better to stay there. The punishments for misbehavior were just as bad, and he had learned that the hard way. At the very least, they were allowed a small salary after the costs of their housing had been deducted, and he saved it all zealously. 

He sat on the table and engulfed his breakfast quickly. It really wasn’t that bad. He was one of the preferred children because he was quiet and worked hard, although he simply did so because he wanted to survive. It had its benefits though, as he had been chosen the previous week to be a shipwright apprentice, and not everyone had that right.

If he worked hard, he would become an excellent shipwright by the time he was of age and able to leave the house. If he was patient, quiet and worked hard, he would be able to leave and make a life of his own, figure out who he was.. Until then, he would continue telling himself it wasn’t all that bad, and that he would make it through.

[ateezs-stuffs]

"My bite is worse than my bark, though the boys always tell me my words are like venom"

- Seonghwa

[atinyidea]

Glitch | Ateez Gang! AU | SPECIAL_ONE

⟶ gang!au, hacker!au, love triangle? poly? female!original character

How curious it is, the fact that the police just gave a media conference, confirming ATZ’s involvement in Kyungri’s families newly-appointed murder, just as she sat down for her best friend, Jaehyeon, to be tattooed by one of the gang members?

⟶ glitch ml! main ml!

⟶ prologue | previous | next

⟶ note! it’s mostly dialogue and it’s quite short but I couldn’t get it out of my head so have this as a teaser!

⟶ taglist: @atinyluna @iis4d @untainted-memories @thegirlwiththedorkydad !! if anyone wants to be on a tag list for this fic just let me know!

⟶ 1000 words

⟶ edited 08.03.2020

Special_One: Warning Signs.

YEOSANG KQ HEADQUARTERS

Sunday 26 October 2025, 03:27,

It was dark, the only source of light coming from the widescreen monitor in the middle of the room. He was… observing the new targets. Well, not targets. Just people of interest.

Pyo Kyungri and Lee Chaeyoung. Well, more specifically Kyungri. The girl who hacked police files in under five minutes right in front of him, and in the middle of a tattoo parlour at that.

San had carried out his task impeccably well, the bug he placed on the girl’s laptop gave Yeosang access to her systems, though they were heavily encrypted. Yeosang had taken almost seven-hour just trying to unlock the device without alerting any kind of security system.

The girl was good, he had to give her that.

He had access to the webcam – even though the picture that came from it was very visible grainy, why the tech-savvy girl worked with such an old computer baffled him – and managed to get separate access to the microphone too, a programme on his own setup recording everything.

Currently, Yeosang thought his eyes were going to fall out as he watched the two girls switch places so the other could attend to the previous one’s hair – which had been going on for almost an hour and a half. His view of them wasn’t straight on, or from behind, watching their backs from a side angle. He could see – albeit not very clearly – what they were looking at on the blank wall opposite them, eyes threatening to close as they paused the video yet again.

When his phone rang, it hadn’t had the chance to ring out fully even once, Yeosang clicking the accept button in a flash. It was Hongjoong.

“They’re back have been for a while, boss.” He told him, eyes flickering back to the two girls.

“What’re they doing?”

“They’re watching some video feed. I think I can enhance the volume of the microphone to hear what they’re saying if you want.”

“Whatever you can do, do it Yeosang.” Hongjoong sighed from the other side of the phone. “Keep me updated.”

Yeosang nodded, though he knew Hongjoong couldn’t see him, “sure thing,” he said and with that Hongjoong hung up. Yeosang clicked a few buttons and slid the volume of the microphone up, catching the end of Chaeyoung’s sentence.

“­–seen, held conversation with and even taunted three of the most prolific members of NCT. They know my face! I got up in their faces!” The shorter girl who had become his co-worker mere hours ago was worked up in a panic, and Yeosang almost felt sorry for her. She now sat on the floor in front of Kyungri, a dark towel around her shoulders as dark hair dye was being applied to her hair – Yeosang couldn’t tell what colour it was other than ‘dark’.

“Calm down, we weren’t talking to them for more than ten minutes tops. The only features they would really remember are your bright orange hair and your sickly-sweet voice. Which is not your usual voice, and we are currently changing your hair.”

“You weren’t looking at them Ri.” Chaeyoung’s voice dropped, Yeosang involuntarily leaned forward towards the screen as if it would help him hear. “That red-haired one, Yuta, he hardly said anything. He was just looking at me. He’s definitely got my face committed to memory or something.”

So they knew who was a part of NCT, by name, or at least the members they had come into contact with. Yeosang took note of that fact to give back to Hongjoong later. He was interrupted by the loudness of Chaeyoung’s voice as she gasped. “Look! Isn’t that Mr Lover boy from your fun escapade in X-Clusive? Wooyong or something, right?”

Yeosang’s head snapped back towards the screen, watching as Chaeyoung pointed to the wall, the video paused at the opening of a door. He watched as Kyungri took out a tablet and zoomed in on the image, his jaw clenching as he made out the distinctive image of his fellow gang member.

It was indeed Wooyoung – or Wooyong as he was known as in public.

“Oh shit.” That was Kyungri.

“Do you think he saw you?”

“I don’t know!”

“What are you going to do if he did?”

“Well, I'm currently bleaching my hair blonde so.”

The girls settled into silence once again.

“Kyungri… Just, have a look at your laptop real quick. I think it may need to be put on charge or something.” Chaeyoung had broken the silence and Yeosang froze slightly. He wasn’t even a proper hacker. He cursed in his thoughts. What if they realised, he’d been listening in? His whole task would be compromised if he was found out. He got to work trying to disable the webcam, but it was too late, Kyungri was already looking straight at the laptop.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna let it sleep for a while.” She said before almost slamming the lid shut and plunging Yeosang’s screen into darkness. Now all he had was audio.

“How did it get this low?”

“Where even is your charger?”

“It might be in the kitchen, can you check?”

“Can you grab me a coke or something while you're there?”

“Here you go, one glass of coke and one laptop charger!”

“Oh shit!”

And then his connection was cut off. No more sound.

Hongjoong was not going to be happy.

[bethelighthalazia]

I´m working on a new fanfic at the moment and it will hopefully be smething really well written. it already has around 1,3 k words and it doesn´t feel like i hit the half mark yet, i hope.

It´s going to be a Wooyoung x reader one, filled with angst, horror and some fluff :3

For everyone who´s interested, I´ll put a little teaser below the cut, it´s really not long, but i hope it will get your interest <3

no warnings apply for this teaser.

Lungs burning, yearning for air, calves cramping, yet you didn´t stop running. Your feet hit the ground hard, were you barefoot the whole time? How long were you running already? Time seemed stilled. With a pained yelp, you stumbled, your foot had met a stone, which made you fall to the ground. Clouds of dust busting up when your body collides with the floor, tiny pebbles digging into the skin of your palms. Slow footsteps approach you, echoing off the concrete that formed the whole structure. You knew what it was that followed you, who it was. It didn't make it any less frightening for you though. Your scraped palms burning when you pick yourself up again, tears stinging in your eyes when you hear him breathing behind you. 

[atinytokki]

One to All (teaser)

“This entire time, we’ve been leading him right to us.” Yeosang flopped back into his chair. The ‘we’ he spoke of was really a ‘you’ and it didn’t escape San’s notice. He glowered at the navigator who went on, “I should’ve destroyed those pages when I had the chance.”

San’s glare intensified from the other side of the room. “There is useful information on them, and I’m close to figuring it out. If you can’t prove that it’s the spellbook putting us in danger, then you can’t make me destroy it.” With that as his final word, he spun on his heel and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Finally Seonghwa’s voice penetrated the thick air. “I’ll go talk to him—“ “No, I’ve got it,” Wooyoung cut him off. He felt partially responsible for all this, having been the one to put San in this situation. It was only right that he make up for it. “But we still have to do something about our tail,” Seonghwa’s response was firm.

“I say we take the fight to him,” Hongjoong finally spoke up from his desk, where he had been mulling over the facts quietly. “I’ve had enough of running away.” Mingi coughed nervously. “Going up against a sorcerer? But none of us know the first thing about magic...” “Which is why we won’t go alone.” Hongjoong smiled at him, and Mingi knew immediately what he was implying.

“Hyung, no.”

“What do you mean, no! If anyone can help us, it’s Eden!”

“Except we already tried to find him and he didn’t want to be found, remember?”

“That was then, things have changed. Why would he disappear when he’s clearly leading us back to him?”

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe because he’s done it before? What makes you think this time is different?”

“Because this time,” Hongjoong was standing now, an anger brewing up through his eyes before suddenly softening. “This time, the threat on our lives is his own doing. And the Eden I know would never allow that.”

It was unnervingly silent after Hongjoong’s response faded. They hadn’t been privy to this information until now. Mingi needed to take a seat. He gave up after several attempts to ask through his dry throat how exactly the maniacal sorcerer hunting them down was Eden’s fault but he was honestly afraid to. Wooyoung was more concerned about their present issue and broke in to ask, “Do we burn the pages?” All the heads in the room turned to him. “It doesn’t matter,” Hongjoong finally decided. “The damage has already been done.”

...

“San?”

The sickbay wasn’t usually the most well lit of places below deck, but it was darker than usual as Wooyoung stared into it, black as pitch except for the dying embers that glowed from the fireplace.

Wooyoung lingered in the doorway. It didn’t make sense. He had checked San’s room, the storage decks, the galley, the food stores, even the crow’s nest, but San was nowhere to be found. There were only so many places to hide on a ship afloat in the middle of the ocean and Wooyoung had checked everywhere but here.

He decided to step in and try to find a light in the mess covering the examination tables but the door squeaked shut behind him and he was plunged in blackness. Hands outstretched in front of him, he groped for a matchbox, a lantern, anything, when a whisper brushed his ear. Hair shot up on the back of his neck, and he couldn’t turn fast enough.

A pair of arms latched around him, strong enough to be immobilising. As Wooyoung sucked in a breath to scream for help, a hand clamped over his mouth. His air grew stale in his mouth and panic seized his limbs. He couldn’t get out of this man’s grip and the edges of his vision were shrinking rapidly. One thought surfaced as he sunk into unconsciousness.

Is this the end?

...

Waaaaahh spoopy for October ;) So yeah! I finally have a direction I’m going with this thing, I’ve made up my mind. Disclaimer, this pair of scenes does not happen until a couple of chapters into One to All but I thought I’d give you a taste of the next volume’s flavour 😏 Don’t forget to vote for spinoffs! I’m going to write one of them this week. Which one? Entirely up to YOU. Thanks :D

[looney-joonie]

When Love Gives You Lemonade - Teaser 1

A/N: I know it’s just a picture, but pictures are worth 1k words!! 😉

[jinisnuggets]

KEEPER OF DARKNESS - TEASER - J.YH

Your boyfriend had gone missing many years ago. That was the reason you became a detective, to find him. However not once did you suspect the actual culprit, and reason behind his disappearance.

WORD COUNT | tba

NETWORK | @illusionnet @k-library @starlit-network

[potatomountain]

I have landed <3 vacation time starts.

I am almost done with Hwa's piece but it will probably be posted tomorrow as I probs won't be able to finish it until late tonight [I used my layover time for a nap]

But I feel bad about the wait so how about a teaser?

Rated M so like- don't read around family [like I'll be writing this around family xD]