#bts superpower au

[fruitmins]

Seven Deadly Sins / BTS OT7

➭genre: oneshot, superpower au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, slow burn-ish

➭summary: hiding from the law isn’t easy nor comfortable and even after doing it for months it doesn’t get easier. it’s exhausting and draining, especially when you sleep next to a living oven with a temper… but he tries to cool it down just for you. and despite feeling drained, his fire still burns.

➭warnings: mentions of suicide(GULP), a few cuss words, not properly edited, he is kinda a butthole but stay with me now, that’s about it..

➭notes: new mini series maybe? maybe?? just oneshots/requests about the members with their own powers with some lore sprinkled in. do we see the vision? yoongs gives off a little self sabotage vibes which is honestly so me..

You glance up at the small dirty clock on the top of the wall for what felt like the tenth time within the past half an hour. You read it and let out a sigh, your leg bouncing anxiously as you glanced at the door.

Yoongi got off at eight and could usually make it back in twenty or so minutes. But it was eight thirty and there was still no sign of him.

It’s dark and there’s light rain hitting the windows of the motel, a perfect night for patrollers or some pedestrian to catch sight of him or his *abilities* and report him.

The thought causes a shiver down go down your spine. With no phone to communicate with him by, if something happened to him it’d be hours before you’d even realize or have the courage to go out looking for him.

You looked down at your plate, half empty and cold before sighing and leaning back against the couch. You closed your eyes, trying not to focus on the time in order to not have a panic attack or a full on breakdown. It was weird how dependent you became to Yoongi, in every sense of the word.

He stood up for you when you couldn’t do it yourself, he helped you survive when you were almost dead. He took you under his wing and took care of you, showing you tricks on how to get through the cruel world. And then after a while, he cared and protected you. Showed you love and other things you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You remembered the first time he smiled at you when you went to hop trains or showed off how the could twirl a stick that had fire at the ends without dropping it (even though at first he was hesitant to use fire at all around you). You smile at the memories, relaxing slightly only to be jolted back to life when the door to your motel room flings open.

Startled, your eyes shoot open and to the door, trembling at the loud sudden sound of the door swinging open and hitting the wall when it collided. You stood up for the couch, ready to fight or flee when your eyes meet the one who dramatically entered.

“Yoongi.. you almost broke the door. And you’re super late.” I said through my breath of relief, muscles relaxing when I see his familiar figure and face before he closes the door.

“Not now, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled, his hands working to take off his soaked black hoodie as he tosses it lazily onto the couch.

You were silenced, watching as he walked to the bedroom. An upgrade from the last motel since there were no real rooms and it was all one tight space. You leaned next to the doorframe, watching as he took off his shoes and white t-shirt, revealing his huff chest underneath.

“Rough day in the kitchen?” You asked as you watched him gather his things for a quick shower, like always.

“Yup. And the rain didn’t help.” He mumbled, tilting his head slightly as he thought about it. “Oh right.. you okay?” You asked, slightly concerned.

“Fine, just makes my skin all hot and my body heavy. Hard to control my fuckin ‘ability’ too.” He rambled half heartedly as he rumbled through his things. Most days it was like he never stopped moving. He was anxious, irritated but you knew it was just because he was worried.

He was never used to staying in one place so being in the motel for so long was making him antsy. His mind was always on go, like it had always been.

“Did you need something?” Yoongi’s slightly annoyed voice came through to you, blinking at him as you noticed his slightly confused and irritated glance.

“I.. There’s food in the microwave.” You muttered as he got his towel and walked past you. “Do not need to be around anymore food, Y/N.” He mumbled as he passed me and into the bathroom, silent as the door closed.

You sighed, leaning your head against a nearby wall as you listened to the shower run, feeling exhausted yourself. As ironic as it sounded, he could be cold sometimes.

You made your way into the bedroom, lying down and covering yourself in the sheets as you tried to keep the bad thoughts out of your mind. Thoughts about not running anymore and accepting the fate you were bound to have. Alone or in some lab for studying. Thoughts of having to live your whole life in some motel, rotting away as fear swallowed you hole.

No matter what Yoongi believed, a part of you hoped and wished that there was something more. That something would change for the gifted people. Or that things would go back to a more carefree time where you jumped trains with Yoongi or slept at his parent’s house and played with his dog.

With a burst of determination and sadness, you hopped out of bed. With one swift movement your shoes were on and you were going to the couch and getting his hoodie. You stopped, listening as the water still ran in the shower before making your escape out the door.

It had been a while since you were outside. The rain wasn’t so bad, you liked the feel of the water in your hair and on your face. You walked past the other rooms of the motel and onto the sidewalk.

It was dark, not much traffic and not others walking. You hummed to yourself, a peaceful song you heard while watching an anime once. Not allowing your mine to eat you alive with memories about your childhood like it had gone with Yoongi.

You simply, walked.

You walked and walked until your legs finally got tired, and you could hear crickets in the grass and fighting in the alleyways. You hadn’t noticed the rain stopped, making you glance up at the sky. You looked up at the stars, making a small wish, no matter if the star wasn’t moving. Just like you in the motel, the star stood in place. Shining brightly throughout the dark night sky. It gave you hope.

You looked at the clock as you entered the motel, a little bit past ten o’clock. You glanced at the couch, Yoongi not being there like you had been waiting for him earlier. You didn’t know what changed. What happened for the relationship to be like this.. Dry and cold like it had been outside. But.. the star still shined.

You quietly took off your shoes by the door and hung up the jacket before slowly and quietly making your way to the bedroom. A dim lamp was on but Yoongi was fast asleep, small breaths being heard as you saw him cozied up in the bed. You couldn’t help but smile softly. You never stayed awake to see him sleep, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t seem as tense or stressed. Like he was free in his sleep.

You climbed into the bed next to him, he was on his side, his back turned to you and you decided the let him have his peace and faced away from him also. The walk made you realize you needed your peace to. Away from him and everything else. It helped you fall into your own peaceful sleep.

🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

You woke up to the feeling of being warm. Very, warm. Arms were around your waist and a you could feel a body pressed up against yours. As you accepted that fact, a small smile wiggles onto your face. You could feel his hair against yours as his breath hit your neck. As much as you loved the cuddles, you took a minute before wiggling out of his grasp and out of the bed. His arms loosening around you as you managed to make it out of the bed without waking him up.

He stirred slightly when you winced, clenching your side as it started to sting. You knew why, and took a breath as you shakily went to the bathroom.

You opened the cabinet and ruffled through all the other products before your eyes landed on something and you tightly grasped it with one hand. Burn cream.

You lifted up your shirt slightly and looked at your side. The shirt itself was fire resistant to an extent, but the heat from the oven in your bed had managed to make the shirt hot enough that it still burned your skin and the wetness from the rain made it worse.

You sighed, taking off your shirt with another wince as you opened the cream and started to dab it on the bruised skin. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, sometimes it would be in the same spots. It was just something that happened since you started sleeping with him, which was ages ago.

“Did I do that?”

A raspy deep voice called out, startling you slightly just as you were digging out the last of the cream in the bottle you almost dropped.

You looked outside the bathroom door (which you stupidly forgotten to close) and see Yoongi standing outside, hair ruffled from sleep and his eyes squinted as he pointed to your bruise.

“I.. It happens sometimes.” You muttered, not wanting him to feel bad. That’s why you had never told him. He was always taking care of you and when he slept, he could finally relax. You didn’t want him to be worried about you even while he slept.

“Really? Cause that bottle is damned near empty.” He pointed out, looking disappointed that you had even tried to lie. He took a step closer, looking down at the burn again before up at you. His face fell slightly as the two of you met eyes. “I do this to you?” His voice cracked slightly.

“You do everything for me.” You replied, putting down the bottle down and wrapping your arms around his neck as you got closer to him. “This is nothing-“

“This is bruises. I saw the bottle, I’ve been hurting you. For a long time..” he said, slightly shaking his head, his tone slightly despair as he thought about it.

“Yoongs, I love your fire, it makes you who you are. I love you and everything you do for me.” You said sternly but softly, trying to let him know just how serious you were about him. “I’m not giving up on you or anything.” You said with a breath.

“Baby..” he said, slightly stunned but still concerned. “You once told me that love is fire. That it’ll either go through you and warm your heart or burn your house down.” You said and his eyes widened slightly with shock, swallowing as he tired to hold down his emotions.

“I know, you’ve burnt bridges.. and burned down houses.” You thought back to the story Yoongi told you, way before you met. How he had tired to use his fire to set his house on fire. How he had given up.

“But as cringy as this sounds, your fire warms my heart.” I concluded, his shoulder slumping as he leaned his head against mine, his breathing heavy. “I’m not giving up on you, Yoongs.” You replied, remembering him that things were different now. “or anything.”

The star. The star had given you hope. And when you felt Yoongi’s lips against yours in a soft kiss. You smiled, knowing you had given him hope to. Despite all the constant swings from cold and fire. You weren’t burned alive. Yoongi was still saving you, and you were still having him.

[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

Bulletproof by Fabro-de-omres (Fabro) [completed]

ot7, platonic or romantic, touch starved, super hero au, namjoon centric/namjoon pov

namjoon is invulnerable, which also means he can’t feel his teammates touching him. /lovely soft writing and namjoon, interesting super powers and world building.

[coramwrites]

Petals and Ink

by SugarAndMint

Pairings: Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V

Words: 133,223

Chapters: 18/18

Status: Complete

Jimin likes his new street, his new apartment and his new flower shop. Business is picking up, his days are filled with sunshine and delicious muffins, and it seems as though, overall, he has nothing to worry about.

Except that, well. His new neighbors seem to be a little strange.

Which is okay, since Jimin is a little strange, too.

(A flower shop/tattoo AU, with a twist.)

[luumiinaa]

unresolved tension snaps 🤺

cherry blossoms | pjm. (m)

banner by the uber talented jen @itaeewon​ !!

➵ summary: despising the lack of offensive capability to your lackluster powers, your father, the school’s chancellor, signs you up for lessons with the magic university’s top-rated guard, park jimin. known to be an intense, reserved man with ruthless skills in battle, you come to learn he not only goes hard in a fight, but goes hard in another ruthless form of art—fucking.

➵ pairing: mentor!jimin x chancellor’s daughter!reader

➵ genre: magic!au, university!au, student/mentor!au, bit of mutual pining, sexual angst, absolute porn but with some plot :]

➵ rating: 18+

➵ word count: 12k

➵ warnings: swearing, loads of bickering, delicIOUS angst, sexual tension, pining hehe, explicit sexual content, dom!jimin, making out, sir kink!!, praising ♥, slight body worship, biting, marking, sooo much breast play/fondling, scratching, dirty talk, finger-fucking, cum-tasting, oral (f. recieving), unprotected public sex (nobody sees themm and pls be smarter), sex in the rain, rough sex, multiple orgasms <3

➵ a/n: so sorry for the delay on this loves!! i’m in the middle of finals and working as well so things are hectic, but i hope you enjoy this little jimin fic i’ve had in mind for so long!! please excuse mistakes as I did not have a beta. as always, your feedback in appreciated <3

“Dad, you have to let me out of these lessons!”

“Y/N, you know I’m not going to do that.”

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[fiyaerrigan]

tagged by @perfectlysunny02 in a make-me-write!

god knows if i'll actually be able to answer any of these due to Holiday Hell, but for the time being my ask box is open wide in case someone wants to nudge me to write my WIPs!

the idea is that I get around to it eventually, lol. if you have an unanswered BT writing ask, I SWEAR I have it in my drafts and I'm thinking about it

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The Fic Emojis are as follows:

🧛‍♂️ for the Urban Fantasy AU

feat. vampire!buck, werewolf!118, and a whole lot of rambling about tommy's life in the small-town version of los angeles i decided to make

👨‍👧 for the Postcanon Kid!fic

feat. a traumatized preteen, parenting as an uncomfortable mirror, and the year 2028 when911ishopefullyoversoicanpretendthisfits

🦸‍♂️ for the Superpower AU

feat. nonpilot!flying!tommy, mentor!bobby, and a buck who might literally have too much of an effect on the people around him.

👾 for the Pacific Rim Fusion

feat. drift incompatible!bucktommy, jaegerpilots!eddie&buck&tommy, and drift compatible!eddieandbuck.

👨‍🏫 for the Coma!Verse/Canonverse Xover

feat. mathgenius!buck, hitman!tommy, physicist!karen and hopefully a scene where i get to bitch about how both bucks are smart if you're not an asshole

🕑 for the Time Traveler!Tommy Fic

feat. fall out boy title inspo, pre-118 buck, post-breakup tommy, and probably smatterings of the former tommy/abby engagement

⚖️ for the Kinsey Fix-it Oneshot

feat. Reconciled!Bucktommy, Evan Buckley's ADHD, Alfred Kinsey Fun Facts, and Genuine Bucktommy Banter (TM)

❓️ for the Mystery Option

feat. unbelievable feats of impossibility, my personal homage to "all body is horror, actually," childhood trauma being over but watch out, and buck learning more about himself (usually against his will)

Don't feel like typing in an emoji? Just type in what the emoji represents [E.G. vampire, family w/ man&girl, or superhero]and I'll count that as the emoji! Searching for emojis can be a pain in the ass, so no worries if you'd rather not! <3

tagging: anyone who wants to do this 👀

[jadzidraws]

Honda Odissey Fight Scene Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine                                

Fanfiction tags cards serie

Surely one of the biggest long tag existing on ao3.

This is an ongoing serie, follow the links under the cut for the others cards already published:

Coffe shop AU , Hanahaki disease , OMG they were roomates , Fairy tale AU , Text message fic , Everyone is gay , Flower shop AU , Red string of fate AU , Harry Potter AU , Umbrella sharing , There was only one bed , And they were quarantined , Citrus Scale , Draco in leather pants , Soulmark ,  Body Swap , No Rim job , Slash ,  Time Travel , Flower shop and tatto parlor , Slowburn , Enemies to Lovers/Lovers to enemies , Zuko is an awkward turtleduck , Bet on it , Warewolf and vampire  ,  Book store AU , I think that went pretty well , Pon Farr , Height difference , Dead Dove Do Not Eat ,  Omegaverse , Kindergarden teacher and single parent , Canon what canon , Pining , Amnesia   , Mpreg , Fpreg , Superpower au ,  Fake Dating (but not really) , Ballet AU

 Public Proposal , Egg Preg , Oh. Oh in italic. , Incense burner , Crying in the bathroom , Shower sex , I wanted to cry in the bathroom, bt you were already occupying the bathub , cannibalism as a metaphor of love , Drabble

[luumiinaa]

Genres Tags

⌞GENRES⌝ NAVIGATION ⌞RECS 1⌝ &TEAM ATZ BND BTS ENHA MISC ⌞RECS 2⌝ NCT RZE SVT SKZ TBZ TXT ZB1

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BY WORD-TYPE ⌞DRABBLE⌝ less than 1k ⌞SHORT⌝ 1k to 10k oneshot ⌞LONG⌝ 11k to 20k oneshot ⌞STORY⌝ 21k+ oneshot ⌞SMAU⌝ social media series ⋆ text blurbs ⌞SERIES⌝ long series ⋆ mini series ⋆ spinoffs ⌞MISCELLANEOUS⌝ headcanons ⋆ mtl

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BY SUBGENRE ⌞☾.ᐟ MOON⌝ lumi’s favourite ⌞☆.ᐟ MERCURY⌝ sfw ⋆ all about that fluff ⌞★.ᐟ MARS⌝ sfw ⋆ suggestively everything ⌞✧.ᐟ JUPITER⌝ nsfw ⋆ pwp ⌞✦.ᐟ VENUS⌝ nsfw ⋆ little to no plot, pure 𝐹𝐼𝐿𝒯𝐻

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BY GENRE ⌞GENERAL⌝ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ hurt/comfort ⋆ crack ⋆ slice of life ⋆ slow burn ⋆ dark fic

⌞LOVERS⌝ friends ⋆ strangers ⋆ frenemies ⋆ enemies ⋆ coworkers ⋆ ex lovers ⋆ secret lovers ⋆ friends to more ⋆ established relationship

⌞TROPES⌝ childhood friends ⋆ best friends ⋆ neighbours ⋆ brother’s best friend ⋆ best friends brother ⋆ roommates ⋆ fake dating

⌞SCENARIOS⌝ workplace romance ⋆ arranged marriage ⋆ love triangle ⋆ unrequited love ⋆ mutual pining ⋆ no strings attached ⋆ family dynamics

⌞THEME⌝ mob ⋆ agents ⋆ historical ⋆ royalty ⋆ knightcore ⋆ gamer ⋆ sports ⋆ street racers ⋆ cyberpunk ⋆ dystopian ⋆ apocalypse ⋆ summertime vibes ⋆ festive vibes

⌞ACADEMIA⌝ highschool ⋆ college

⌞AUs⌝ spiderverse ⋆ avatar the last airbender ⋆ pokémon ⋆ genshin impact ⋆ star wars ⋆ hogwarts ⋆ percy jackson ⋆ winx club ⋆ studio ghibli

⌞MAGICAL REALISM⌝ superpowers ⋆ soulmates ⋆ reincarnation ⋆ hanahaki ⋆ demigods

⌞SUPERNATURAL⌝ paranormal ⋆ witches and wizards ⋆ urban creatures ⋆ dragons ⋆ aquatic lore ⋆ faeries ⋆ vampires ⋆ omegaverse ⋆ hybrids

[luumiinaa]

me rereading this fic: still in love with the world-building and the character dynamics 😆

A long journey home| 01

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 9.1K

Synopsis:  All you wanted was to confront your flaky coworker, Taehyung, not get dragged across a magical fantasy realm trying to deliver a baby dragon safely back to its home kingdom.

Fantasy!au

Notes: I’m not really sure what this is, if I’m being honest. Just a fic so big I split it into two. I basically just wrote whatever I thought was fun and so there’s not a huge amount of plot or anything, really. Just me having fun. Hopefully its fun for you too, at least.

1 | 2 

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[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew​ for allowing me to pick your brain again, and giving us a glimpse into your process for your amazing stories. 💜  

This series is near and dear to my heart, completely self-indulgent, but I am glad others are enjoying it too. You can look over the masterlist to see the other amazing authors I have spoken with; this series is just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.     

Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: Now I’m Covered in You

Paring: HotD/War of the Roses AU Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!

Where did the plot for Now I’m Covered in You come from?  I’ve always, always, always loved British history. I’ve read countless books (mostly nonfiction, some fiction) about it and when I studied abroad in college, out of a hundred possible locations I chose to go to the United Kingdom. London is still my favorite place on Earth and I would love to live there someday. It’s truly where I feel like I belong. NICIY is definitely inspired by my love of British history (especially Renaissance-era) as well as two phenomenal television series: The Tudors and The White Queen.

I had the idea for NICIY but was still warring with it—I desperately wanted it to just go away so my life could be nice and simple, haha!—when I was driving to work listening to my Spotify playlist. I have a long commute, about 40 minutes, so I listen to a LOT of Spotify. And Taylor Swift’s song Ivy came on and I was like…about to drive off the road it hit me so hard. It struck every chord of this story and made it louder, unignorable. The forbidden pining. The wintery, mournful, timeless quality. The idea of someone growing over you and through you, like ivy, and turning you into a whole new version of yourself. And ivy (the plant) is indomitable, it’s very difficult to get rid of and it ends up destroying a lot of other foliage. The love that Aemond and Ivy share is like that, but Ivy herself is too. She’s adaptive, resilient, and…under the right circumstances…a bit ruthless. She was always going to survive. What is your planning process? How do you know the steps that need to unfold? I really adore foreshadowing. But I have to be careful because there are a few people (like @aemcndtargaryen​) who have this superpower where they seem to be able to latch onto EVERY little hint. So I'm always working on perfecting that balance between foreshadowing and being the right amount of mysterious!

My planning process always starts with a chapter list. For each chapter—starting with the last few and then looping back to the first one—I give it a name and a few key words to remind myself of which major events go where. Then as phrases, scenes, and conversations occur to me, I write them non-chronologically. 

For example, one of the first parts of NICIY that I wrote was the miscarriage in Chapter 3 and the disjointed exchanges between Aemond and Ivy as she’s floating in and out of consciousness. I fill in the gaps when it’s time to publish each chapter. I think this helps me maintain a consistent thread of foreshadowing that runs throughout the story because when there’s a certain metaphor or phrase that I like, I’ll go ahead and drop it into every chapter where I think it’ll end up fitting, and then tweak it later if necessary. 

But honestly, there are a lot of aspects of writing that I still can’t really explain. Sometimes a phrase will pop into my head and I’m thinking “what??” and then, weeks later, I finally see how it fits in the design. It’s all rather mystical in a neat sort of way. Explain your interpretation of Aemond. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in NICIY? NICIY Aemond is, to me, a mirror image of canon Aemond and also the version of Aemond that appeared in my first HOTD fic, Have You No Idea That You’re In Deep? 

He’s a bit more sensitive, reserved, emotionally intelligent, merciful, and of course poetic. Sir Criston tells Ivy in Chapter 9 that Aemond had changed for the better since she arrived in England, and that is what allows him and Ivy to get their happy ending. NICIY Aemond is affected by his past, but he’s not ruled by it. He is ultimately motivated by the future—by the possibility of having a family with Ivy, and the need for England to be stable in order for that to happen—rather than retribution for past wrongs. So he tends to be less reckless and more forgiving. He does lose his temper at times, he’s still human (and watching your brother be married to the woman you love is stressful), but he tends to be able to move past that wrath quickly and shift to something more productive, for example strategizing or comforting.

However, it must be said: Aemond is rather unhinged when it comes to Ivy, like he behaves in a way that is borderline obsessive. I think that’s a natural consequence of someone who does not connect with 99% of humans finally feeling like he’s found a perfect match that he never believed would exist. But Aemond cares greatly for Ivy’s wellbeing and respects her autonomy/preferences, so it’s a partnership that works.

Was his poem to Ivy a Maggie original? So my main writing medium is fiction, but I do occasionally write poems. I don’t feel especially comfortable with poetry but every once in a while the inspiration strikes and I’ll write like five in a week, and then none for months at a time. They usually fit with one of my stories rather than as standalone pieces, for example the way that “Ivy” only occurred to me because it was an aspect of NICIY. It’s an unapologetically deranged poem, especially in the way that Aemond uses it—he confesses love that he can’t bear to express out loud and then runs away to hide in the chapel—but the sentiment is heartwarming, I think.

What was the inspiration for Ivy?  I spent a lot of time thinking about the values that were instilled in royal women of this time period (1400s) and how different personalities would cope with those pressures. Ivy is (generally) a dutiful wife and does genuinely want to be the mother of a large family, but she’s also more scrappy than a typical princess. I think this has a lot to do with her upbringing. 

Ivy is from Navarre, which was a relatively small and undistinguished kingdom, and we have hints that her family life was a lot less stifling and formal than Nico’s, Kunigunde’s, or Alicent’s. She did a lot of rough-and-tumble activities like sparring and horseback riding, and seems to have genuinely warm relationships with her parents and siblings (Alonzo!!! 😍). She has an innate willfulness and ferocity that Aemond is mesmerized by.

He was instantly attracted to her when she arrived in London—hence being too shy to interact with her—and then when he saw how bravely she handled challenges (Aegon, Daemon, the miscarriages, court gossip) he fell absolutely madly in love with her. Aemond values nothing more than strength in the face of adversity, and he desired AND respected Ivy in a way that transcended anything he’d felt before.

Aemond and Ivy’s first interaction in Chapter 1 is this odd moment because for Ivy, it seems random and confusing (although welcomed), but for Aemond it’s this culmination of a year of all-consuming clandestine longing. Aemond finally talking to Ivy is sort of by chance—he runs into her and is caught off-guard, therefore he hesitates too long to excuse himself gracefully—but he’s also pushed into it by how much she’s suffered in England up until that point. He genuinely feels tremendously sorry for her and feels that she deserves better…and he also feels a drive to protect her from further harm. Aemond wants Ivy to be happy, and that eventually overpowers his paralyzing shyness.

Why do you feel Ivy complements Aemond well? Ivy and Aemond complement each other wonderfully. She is amazed by him—his competence, his beauty—and gives him the tender, protective, unconditional sort of love that he has always craved. Ivy is also not disturbed by Aemond’s disfigurement and has difficulty understanding why Miss Kuni has such trepidation about it in Chapter 6. Ivy can understand the trauma that Aemond carries because she has suffered similarly—in both her miscarriages and in her marriage to Aegon—but she does not consider him limited by it. 

They are equally dutiful yet passionate, and have the capacity to be both extraordinarily gentle and selectively ruthless. They are a bit of a power couple, and accomplish more together than either could separately.

What was the inspiration for the character creation of Kunigunde? Kunigunde—who I always refer to fondly as Miss Kuni, it’s cute but also proper in a way that I think suits her—is the perfect Renaissance-era princess. 

She’s wealthy, she’s honorable, she’s loyal, she’s beautiful, she’s clever, she’s sporty, she’s confident, she’s all the Spice Girls rolled into one. But Aemond feels absolutely nothing for her. This is a manifestation of the fact that Aemond is truly changed by Ivy at this point, and that she has covered him; the old Aemond never would have dreaded a match that was THIS advantageous to the Greens, nor spurned a bride that is supposedly everything he’s always wanted. 

Furthermore, Aemond’s prior sexual experiences (with the exception of Ivy and the Bearskin Rug Incident™️) were not what we would consider to be consensual, and the trauma that he carries from that adds another layer to his inability to be intimate with Miss Kuni, someone that he not only doesn’t have feelings for, but also cannot touch without feeling that he’s betraying Ivy.

Miss Kuni does her absolute best in a terrible situation and demonstrates steadfast loyalty to Aemond and the Greens. This is in part because honor demands it, but it’s also because her upbringing was very different from Ivy’s. 

Kunigunde grew up in a very formal court, and her family was not as warm as Ivy’s; Miss Kuni mentions in Chapter 7 that her family would blame her if her marriage failed, a stark contrast to how Ivy’s family has already plotted to bring her back home after feeling that Aegon wronged her. 

Miss Kuni confronting Daemon also illustrates just how cemented her traditional beliefs are—women aren’t combatants, princesses can’t be harmed—and it ultimately dooms her. But that sacrifice paves the way not only for the Greens’ military victory near Castle Rising, but also the Holy Roman Emperor taking Rhaenyra’s youngest children hostage as revenge for his daughter’s murder, which helps to neutralize Rhaenyra as a threat once the war is over.

Were there any other characters in your story that you enjoyed writing? I always adore writing Aegon. In every fandom, there are a few characters whose voices are so clear and so impactful in my head that their lines just feel like they write themselves. Aegon is like that for me. He is damaging without being malicious, pathetic and yet unpredictably heroic at times, weirdly insightful but also a dumb babygirl. I just love, love, love writing him. Especially since the Aegon who exists to me is Tom Glynn-Carney’s more nuanced and sympathetic interpretation, not the HOTD show canon version.

I also really enjoyed writing Nico. She is light and bubbly and enthusiastic and innocent, and compulsively honest in a way that is cringey for the royal family but hilarious to us readers. She adds some much-needed levity to an, at times, deeply tragic story. She’s also brave in a way that is sometimes unwise and childlike, which is consistent with her personality.

Lastly: Alonzo, as one wise anon message said, is a vibe.

So, I have to ask, you were “retired” but... Does this mean my “retirement” is over? Well…at the moment…yes. 😂 

I’m a lot more open to new fic ideas now because I’ve learned how impossible it is to predict when inspiration will strike, and I’ve also gained the perspective of what a loss it would have been if I’d never written NICIY. 

I think I’ve accepted that fics are likely just a part of my mental landscape and will be indefinitely. For example, after I finished up NICIY two weeks ago, I immediately dove back into my novel, write 20 pages…and then was assailed by a new fic idea! Of course I tried to ignore it, but as we have all learned, I am not very good at that. 

So a new HOTD fic is on the way! You will know more about that soon…very soon…very very soon… 👀

[fruitmins]

just finished Unravel Me by tahereh mafi and I am ITCHINGGGGGGGGG to write a BTS supernatural fanfic where they all have powers

[kaesficrecarchive]

i was scrolling through the fics i've already recommended and i just found this one:

such a beautiful scar by autumnstae (1/1 | 38,782 | T)

“Don’t be,” Taehyung responds, his voice low—a whisper of a word. He looks up, a palm reaching out to grasp Jeongguk’s hand, which lay flat on his cheek, “go out there and kick some butt, Spidey. I’m rooting for you.” And Jeongguk looks like he wants to say more, his head tilting, mouth slightly ajar—but he decides against it, retracting his arm from Taehyung’s hold. A kiss to the forehead, as always—his lips, for once, cold, sickly against his skin—before he’s suited up, shooting his webs, and out the window. Taehyung watches silently. Jeongguk doesn’t look back. Whoever says that being Spiderman’s best friend is an unmatched, priceless perk clearly hasn’t been in love with the guy, he supposes.

do you may know taekook fics which include spidey jungkook and happy ending????????????

Hi!! Here are a few i found:

Your Friendly College Mate Jeon Jungkook by singularitriz (1/1 | 7,524 | M)

In a universe where Spiderman is a South Korean young man living in Seoul, Taehyung starts to think that there's a reason why his best friend comes to his dorm room very late every night.

You Deserve Better by orphan_account (1/1 | 9,601 | NR)

Jeon Jungkook never really had problems with being friendly neighborhood spider-man. That was, until he was paired with Kim Taehyung, his long time crush, for a school project. That and the growing concern of his brother makes things a lot worse. Can he balance being normal and a superhero while still making everyone happy? Sometimes, life isn't on your side.

My Spidey Senses are Tingling by ygmandu (1/1 | 16,172 | M)

Jeon Jungkook is your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man and Kim Taehyung is just the journalist who hates him... Right?

Webbed by foryourconsideration (1/1 | 25,578 | M)

in the city of seonew, jungkook has been hiding a huge secret. he's the vigilant superhero, spiderman. his friends, taehyung & jimin, don't have a clue. He really wants to tell them because 1) he's got a massive crush on taehyung and 2) jimin's father is trying to make the reveal of spiderman a massive cover story.

I Can Be Your Hero, Baby by laykive (littleheichou) (2/2 | 28,693 | M)

Jungkook makes a promise to Taehyung when they’re still in elementary school, but, for the record, when he'd made that promise he hadn't expected Taehyung to be putting himself in danger.

Life, Death & Yours Truly by callicoversy (32/32 | 209,209 | E)

"Do you want to kiss me, Webs? See if it’s all real?” “I…” Jeongguk whispers, voice trembling. He does. His entire body is aching for it but he doesn't move. Not an inch. or; An (un)requited love story of epic proportions (and maximum efforts) where Kim Taehyung, aka the merc with a mouth, resolves to surrender his affections, dispatching a drone with a farewell note to the love of his life, Spider-Man, real name Jeon Jeongguk, who doesn't seem to share the sentiment. Yet Destiny has other plans for them, deciding to rain chaos over Seoul on a Tuesday evening and alter the course of history forever.

(check tags!)

This one technically has an unhappy ending, but it is part of series that will include a happy ending (that hasn't been written yet):

chasin' the high (but it was always you) by cherrykookie (1/1 | 13,934 | M)

The nearly indestructible friendly neighborhood Spiderman has only one weakness. And his name is Kim Taehyung.

Part 1 of spiderkoo chronicles

[cleanandbloodlessagain]

LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49933570

PLOT: In a world in which humans have begun to develop genetic mutations that give them incredible super powers, Kim Taehyung is just the lonely, privileged son of an ambitious politician who has made his campaign against mutants - the gomeuls - a reason for living.

When Taehyung finds himself tied up in a dark room, prisoner of a resistance group that wants to use him as a bargaining chip against his father, his life takes an unexpected turn. Especially when he discovers that everything he believed so far may not be the truth. Especially when those he had always seen as monsters turn out to be more human than he thought. Especially when his heart begins to beat for one of them.

Kim Taehyung will then have to find out who he really is and whose side he is on, and hope that his heart does not break in the process.

––– Those eyes. Taehyung recognizes them immediately. The piercing, wide-eyed boy approaches him and kneels with an arrogant, predatory aura. He never takes his eyes off Taehyung as he whispers, "What the fuck are we going to do with you now?"

–––

tags: enemies to lovers, alternative universe, superpowers au, urban fantasy, angst, eventual smut, bts is family, slow burn

[ao3feed-ateez]

Kpop DC AU

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xCrwXoP by Thing12023 I decided to be a nerd and put KPOP idols into the DC Universe. These are just headcanons and little factoids I came up with. I might write a story later on with these ideas but who knows? *All idols tagged are mentioned *This is not an actual fic, merely a sounding board for my ideas to hang out in. Words: 597, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: SEVENTEEN (Band), ATEEZ (Band), DCU, 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Choi Seungcheol | S.Coups, Choi San (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Choi Beomgyu, Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim Hongjoong Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/xCrwXoP

[rozy-cheeks-and-downcast-eyes]

▸ pairing: yandere!jimin x reader

▸ genre: yandere!au, supernatural!au, superpower!au, stalking, soulmate!au?

▸ summary: For some time you have been dreaming about the same man over and over again.. He was always in your view. At first, you didn’t mind much but after a while he began following and now even chasing you! It came to the point where you even avoid sleeping. Little did you know that avoiding him is impossible..

Rules:

☞ header and story idea are free to use

☞ likes/reblogs are appreciated

☞ tag me if you write one of these (would love to read them :D)

[luumiinaa]

when spring gets to witness both the beauty, and warmth that winter brings 🥹���

Equinox

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 7.2K

Synopsis: When it first was announced that the King of Spring was to marry the Queen of Winter, shock and outrage poured across the nation. Now, six months later, Jimin can’t help but feel maybe the Queen of Winter isn’t as evil as she seems.

King of spring!Jimin x Queen of Winter!reader

Notes: This is NOT the huge fic I’m working on LOL. It’s a drabble that turned into a BIG drabble, in dedication to my good friend, who wanted to see a fic where both main characters are royalty.

Well, here we are.

Warnings: Not really any? Pining, maybe, mentions of death and tragedy, and maybe one big kiss?

Keep reading

[joonie-beanie]

Welcome To The Wild Side [17]

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Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 3,095

A/N: we all enjoy some good angst and fluff...right?

The building that stands before you is familiar, and should feel welcoming, but right now it doesn’t.

After…everything that had happened a few days ago, you had all decided to meet up on Friday and…talk. It…wasn’t like you hadn’t talked about what had happened yet. The day you’d attacked Namjoon, you had stayed at his apartment afterwards to talk with him, Jungkook, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. It hadn’t been a drawn out chat, but more of…clarifying what had happened, and assuring you that none of them blamed you.

Still, though—you lift your hand to your chest, fingers digging into the fabric of your jacket—even days later, guilt sits heavy in your heart.

You had all decided to keep quiet about what had occurred. When they had saved you from the red-eyed man—who you’re all still calling Sasuke for lack of a better name—they’d fled from the police. So if they went to report the incident now—assuming the police would even believe your actions had been a product of being brainwashed—it would likely only create more issues.

After hammering out the matter of reporting it to the authorities, the guys had asked you to describe once again what the man who brainwashed you had looked like. You had—giving them his details to the best of your ability—and Yoongi had dutifully taken notes in his phone. With that taken care of, rather than press the issue further, Hoseok had suggested that you head home and rest. You’d protested, voicing that you should stay to help…clean up, but the three roommates had shaken their head.

“It’s fine, Y/N, we’ll take care of it,” Namjoon had assured you, still smiling even after all that had happened. Reluctant, and still feeling quiet lost, you had allowed Jimin to walk you home. The entire walk he had attempted to make small conversation, which you entertained for the most part, but your tone—absent of anything positive—hadn’t managed to elude him. For, once you’d arrived at your building, he’d given you a long, tight hug.

“We’re always a text or call away,” he had told you, sympathy in his eyes. You’d managed a smile, and thanked him.

Over the next few days you’d received a few texts from him, Hoseok, and Taehyung—asking how you were doing. You’d lied, saying you were feeling better, but here you are now…rooted to the ground outside of Taehyung and Jimin’s apartment building, too fearful to go in.

Not a sliver of your heart doubts that the 7 boys gathered inside are some of the greatest people in the world, but…even if they are, you can’t believe that they’re just…okay with what had occurred. That they’re just okay with always protecting you.

You bite the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes as you recall how helpless you’d felt while attacking Namjoon. Images flash through you head, and you remember the blood that had been on your hands—that had taken far too long to wash off. Your breathing stutters, and in a fit of fear and anxiety you spin around—fulling preparing to run home, but—

“Oof!” you run into something hard, and stumble backwards. A hand reaches out to steady you, grabbing you by your wrist. The impact makes the tears that had been precariously balanced on your bottom lashes fall.

“Hey, where were you go--?” a familiar voice begins to ask, and your eyes flit up to find the face of the male who had started it all. Jeon Jungkook.

Emotions flood your chest, and your breathing picks up. Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and immediately he’s bending down to try and look at you.

“Y/N, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, worry clear in his tone. You shake your head, hiding your face in your arms as tears begin to fall in fat droplets. Jungkook’s hands are hovering just in front of you, face etched with panic.

“Are you okay? You can talk to me. What’s—”

“I don’t think I should be friends with you guys anymore,” you sob out, breathless. You feel like you’re going to start hyperventilating soon.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat, his body going tense.

“…what? What are you talking about--?”

“This is all my fault!” you hiss, tears dripping onto the pavement at your feet. “If I hadn’t gone looking for trouble…you never would have had to come to my rescue. I never would have gotten you all dragged into all this. With me it just seems to be problem after problem…!”

You sniffle grossly, wiping your face with the sleeves of your jacket. A defeated laugh leaves your lips.

“Maybe you’d all be better off you hadn’t saved me, and if I’d just—”

“No,” Jungkook cuts you off, his voice hard. You’ve never heard him sound so…so…angry?

You peek up at him through your hands. His eyebrows are pinched, mouth set in a hard frown. You sniffle. Suddenly, he reaches out and grabs your wrist. Your eyes, albeit blurry with tears, widen in surprise as he begins to drag you away from the apartment building.

“Jungkook?”

He’s quiet for a long minute, only continuing to lead you away from the complex. Then, finally, he speaks.

“Don’t ever…,” he trails off, and then sighs, shaking his head. You blink curiously, sniffling again. The scenery around you changes as he drags you into the opening of a forest laden path—a scenic foot trail for university students, on the outskirts of campus.

After another minute, he stops. There’s a lamppost overhead, lighting up the area, and a wooden bench off to the side. Your breathing has calmed down, and you’re no longer sobbing, but the tears still won’t seem to stop.

“I…I told you this before, but I like you—we all like you—and I don’t regret stepping in to help you that night. I never have.”

He turns to face you, his hands reaching forward to grab your own, and you blink at the unexpected contact. However, it’s not unwelcome.

Jungkook’s thumbs lightly brush over your knuckles, and he continues.

“Honestly, I’ve been thinking lately about how I’m glad you’re in my life. Sure, just having all my hyungs would be perfectly fine, but…I’m glad you’re in our group. Really,” he reassures you, giving your hands a squeeze when your gaze shifts down to the cement path at your feet.

“I know it’s probably hard to believe, but…what happened this week wasn’t your fault. None of us blame you. I hope you don’t think we’re holding it against you, Y/N.”

You shake your head, biting your lip. You feel like you could cry again, but at the moment your tears are all dried up.

“I don’t think you guys are saying it’s not my fault just to be nice, but…you need to understand that I still feel terrible,” you tell him, sad eyes meeting his. “Even if I was brainwashed and my actions weren’t my own, I still can’t help but think “what if I hadn’t let my guard down”? “What if it had been anyone but Namjoon”? I mean, if I had agreed to meet Taehyung for lunch…”

Jungkook feels you stiffen, and gives your hands another little squeeze. You sigh.

“I just…I feel helpless. Even though I know our friendship isn’t based off of you all feeling an obligation to keep protecting me, I can’t help…wondering. I can’t help feeling bad. I don’t want any of you getting hurt for me. I’m the powerless girl in a group of seven guys with powers. Can’t you see where I’m coming from? Sometimes I just feel like a burden.”

You laugh sadly, guilt once again tugging at your heart, and you try to step away. However, Jungkook tugs you back in—apparently forgetting about his monstrous strength as you stumble into his chest. For a second you’re both surprised, but then he gives in and loops his arms around you, holding you close. Your cheeks feel a little warm.

“Listen to me,” he says seriously. “You’re not a burden. You’re our friend. And our friendship didn’t happen out of any kind of obligation. Me and the guys…we accepted you because we liked you. We wanted to get to know you more. And Y/N,” he smiles softly, and while you can’t see it you can hear it in his voice. “These last few weeks have been better with you in them.”

He hears you sniffle, and brings a hand up to cradle your head. You instinctively hide your face in his shoulder, arms lifting to wrap around his back, and contentedness settles in Jungkook’s chest. Finally, it seems like he’s gotten through to you.

“Have you always been this talkative?” you laugh after a minute, pulling back to wipe away a few stray tears. Jungkook laughs, posing a hand on his hip.

“No, but…I had to say what needed to be said.” He pouts contemplatively. “That, or you run away like you had planned, and the rest of the guys get worried and flood the chat with texts, and Hoseok teleports to your house, and it turns into a huge deal.”

You giggle, knowing he’s absolutely right.

“Well,” you say, flashing him a small, but sincere smile. “Thank you. I much preferred this route, I think.”

Your words cause Jungkook’s ears to turn red as he suddenly becomes aware how intimate he’d been with you. He’s almost as bad as all his perverted hyungs…but…

He returns your smile, offering you a hand. “Let’s head back. They’re gonna start getting worried.”

“Okay,” you nod, and place your hand in his. He tugs you along for a short while before his grip begins to slip away. After all, he’s not sure if he’s making it weird, or—

Just as his hand starts to drop you reaffirm your grip, slotting your fingers together. Jungkook glances over at you, a blush coming to his cheeks when he notices that you’re blushing as well.

“I…um…whenever I get upset, skinship really helps, so…,” you admit shyly, and Jungkook chuckles.

“Oh god, the others would be more than happy to help if you told them.”

You cheeks go even redder at that, and Jungkook grins a little. “No?”

“I mean…isn’t that…wouldn’t it just turn into a riot?”

“Tonight? No. Any other Friday night? Yes,” he responds, and you laugh quietly.

“Well…maybe I’ll ask.” You pause for a second, and then glance at him curiously. “You won’t get mad, will you?”

Jungkook blinks curiously. “Why would I?”

You hum as the apartment building comes back into sight ahead. “I mean…every time one of the others “makes a move” as you all call it, it seems like you’re the one that’s going to beat their ass, no matter who it is, so…I guess I just think you’re a little protective.”

You end with a cheeky grin, and this time Jungkook’s cheeks look like tomatoes.

“I--! I mean--!”

“Or maybe you just don’t want to share?” you continue, teasing him. He glares at you, but you think he looks more like an upset puppy. However, instead of responding he simply squeezes your hand tightly and pulls you ahead.

“C’mon.”

Laughing, you follow along. A short while later you’re standing in front of the door to Jimin and Taehyung’s apartment. When Jimin opens the door his brow is pinched with worry.

“Where have you guys been?”

“Well…,” you and Jungkook glance at each other. You smile a little, feeling reassured, and continue with honesty, “I was feeling upset about what had happened and Jungkook found me. We went for a walk and talked about it, and I’m feeling better now.”

Jimin blinks, genuine surprise in his eyes as he looks over to the maknae, whose ears have once again turned red. Then, he grins fondly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better,” Jimin says, stepping aside and motioning you in. With a smile you enter the apartment, Jungkook right on your tail. At your entrance, the males gathered around the TV arguing about movies pause.

“Y/N!” Taehyung exclaims happily, jumping up and preparing to make his way over. However, he pauses when Jungkook holds up his hand. Immediately silence falls, and his hyungs look on, curious.

“Earlier Y/N admitted to me that skinship helps her feel better,” he starts off by saying, rolling his eyes a little when you whip your head to look at him, a slight blush on your cheeks. “And due to recent events I think it’s only fair that we come together to help her out tonight. Therefore, I won’t be beating any asses. Tonight is safe, so have at it,” he says, motioning to you. Your entire face has gone red, absolutely astonished and embarrassed.

There’s no fucking way the guys are just going to go along with th--!

“So,” Yoongi asks, interrupting your inner turmoil. All eyes are on you. “Do we have your consent?”

You raise your eyebrows, blinking. “To skinship? Yes.”

And that’s all it takes. In a blur you’re dragged into a pile of bodies—everyone settling in around you as Jin navigates Netflix and starts the first Avengers movie up. You blink rapidly, and after a few more seconds things finally seem to settle. You glance around.

You’re on the mattress on the floor in front of the TV, Namjoon’s long legs on either side of you, and your back pressed into his chest. On your left is Taehyung—his hand comfortably intertwined with your own. On your right is Hoseok, and he lays himself over both your hand Namjoon’s thighs—using them as a pillow. Jungkook, Jimin, Jin and Yoongi are all spread across the couches, looking content for the time being.

Your face still feels warm, but you can’t deny that the skinship is just what you need right now. So, you snuggle back against Namjoon’s chest, feeling him chuckle, and focus on the movie.

At some point, you get up so that Namjoon can use the restroom, and Yoongi is quick to pull you onto the couch beside him. He gently guides your head into his shoulder, and you laugh at the action. He shoots you a glare, which you can tell has no anger behind it, but you just roll your eyes. On your other side, Jimin curls into a ball and leans his head onto your lap. When you instinctively begin to pet your hand through his hair, he smiles.

Time passes quickly, and soon it’s quite late. The movie ends, and despite there being no alcohol consumption everyone decides that they’ll spend the night like normal. So, one by one the guys begin getting up to prepare for bed, but before you get the chance to stand you’re suddenly levitating off the couch.

“Hey!” Jimin protests, missing your hair pats already, and shoots a look at Jin as you land in the elders lap. Jin just laughs, flashing you a smile as he wraps his arms around you tightly. Still a little shocked, since you’d nearly forgotten about Jin’s power as well, you’re a little slow to return the hug, but the elder doesn’t overthink it. After a few seconds he pulls back, his smile bright.

“So, how are you feeling after all that?”

You blink, and then glance around at them all, a light feeling settling in your chest. Unconsciously a smile spreads across your face.

“I love you guys.”

You say it without regret. Despite the ups and downs, you’re grateful they’re in your life, and that they treat you so kindly.

Hoseok, who had been standing behind you and Jin, quickly leans over the couch and kisses the crown of your head. He beams a grin.

“We love you too.”

You glance around at the others and you can tell that Hoseok’s sentiment is shared by them all, a fond look in their eyes. Tears prick at your eyes once more as you heart beats loudly in your chest—overwhelmed by the amount of love you suddenly feel for them all.

You don’t want to imagine any type of life without them.

“Dammit,” you sniffle, tilting your head backwards to stop the tears from falling. A few of them chuckle, and you wave your hand at them. “Go to bed before you make me cry again!”

“Yeah, yeah~,” they echo, disappearing up the hall. After a few seconds Jin laughs quietly and uses his telekinetic ability to lift you off his lap and stand you on your feet. You glance back at him innocently, still unused to being manhandled by…nothing, and Jin pats your head before disappearing up the hall.

Once again, it seems you and Jungkook are sleeping in the living room.

“You can take the mattress this time,” you tell him, and then turn towards the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Jungkook nods, and starts to get settled in. By the time you return his chest is rising and falling evenly—indicative of sleep—and you finagle your way onto the couch as quietly as possible. Soon enough, you’re asleep, however…

You shiver, the one blanket covering your body apparently not enough to keep you warm. Groggy, you push onto your elbows and then look down at the mattress where Jungkook is peacefully sleeping, a pile of blankets at the end of the bed near his feet.

Hoping not to disturb him, you crawl down onto the mattress and manage to snag a second blanket, but—

“Are you cold?” his deep voice murmurs, still half asleep. You glance down to see him squinting at you through one eye. Silent, you nod, and immediately Jungkook reaches his arms out. He catches you around the middle, dragging you down onto the mattress beside him. He covers you with the two blankets he had been using—already toasty with his body heat—and then rests his arm over your waist. You can feel the heat from his chest on your back.

If you weren’t exhausted, you might be embarrassed. But…just because you’re exhausted doesn’t mean you can’t tease him.

“I think the night is over, Jungkook. The skinship rule isn’t effective anymore.”

He snorts a laugh. “How am I gonna beat my own ass? Just go back to sleep,” he squeezes you gently around the middle, and you decide to listen. Within seconds you’re back to sleep—thoughts of seven silly boys following you even into your dreams.

For once, you feel that no matter what happens, everything is going to work out.