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seonghwaddict · 2 years ago

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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 001 ] over my dead body.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au. chapter warnings. suggestive comments, swearing, wooyoung being an annoying piece of shit. word count. 1.1k

　　　　　　　　chapter i // chapter ii

"The groups have already been decided and the list can be found on the bulletin outside. See you all next week." And with that, your professor walked out of the studio and left your classmates scrambling to get out of class and find the list.

All things considered, your day could have been worse. Yes, you'd gone to bed at 5 am and woken up at 7 to your housemate blasting music in the bathroom as she showered. Though, that was a daily occurrence, being mad over it just didn't make sense anymore. Yes, when you got into the shower and turned on the water without paying attention to the heat dial, you pretty much burned off your skin. Yes, on the way to the art department you had dropped one of the paintings you've been working on for over a month, getting mud all over the bottom half of the artwork.

But, nevertheless, it could've been a lot worse.

As you gathered the used paintbrushes next to your easel, you thought about who could be your partner for this collaborative project with the dance majors. Professor Yun just spent about ten minutes informing you and your peers that the art majors were to pair up with a dance major to create an artwork. The specifics—such as whether it'll be a painting or collage or other media—were completely up to the students.

You holstered your bag on your shoulder, finally leaving the art studio to see who you were paired with. Maybe it'll be Suncha, possibly the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. You could definitely see yourself working with her. She moved with grace and would probably be the best subject you could ever wish for. Maybe Daehyun—you'd always found his face and body aesthetically pleasing.

The crowd in front of the bullet slowly dissipated and people found their partners in the crowd, already making conversation and talking about the project. With a slight sense of dread but a pinch of anticipation, you stepped up to the list and scanned it, quickly finding your name next to-

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Nevermind, this was definitely one of the worst days you'd ever experienced. Because right next to your name, stood a name associated with one of the eight most sought-after men on your campus.

Jung Wooyoung.

They'd never done anything to you personally, but you just weren't a fan of the way they'd go from girl to girl without being ashamed or being called out. Granted, you weren't sure if all eight of them behaved like that (though this particular Jung Wooyoung did), you still disliked them (except for one of them, but you'd never admit that). Maybe it was how they were practically handed everything they needed at any given moment on a silver tray. Or how ridiculously good looking they were. Either way, something about them just felt... off.

An arm being slung over your shoulder broke you out of your thoughts of just ending your life right then and there. Without even looking at the person, you already had a suspicion of who it could be.

"Hey there, partner," He stepped in front of you, hand lingering on your shoulder for a second longer than you'd like. A mischievous smile graced his features, "I don't think I've ever talked to you. What's your name, pretty?"

"It's on the paper right behind you." You deadpanned, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

For a second, Wooyoung's eyes hardened before that playful glint returned. "I know, but I'd like to hear you say it. After all, I don't want to be pronouncing it wrong."

With a sigh, you gave him your name and he repeated it, testing the sound of it on his tongue. Seemingly satisfied, he returned to your side with a hum and once again slung his arm over your shoulders, steering you toward the exit of the arts department and practically dragging you with him.

Along the way, you passed multiple clusters of girls and boys, some of them watching Wooyoung with admiration and lust in their eyes while others simply glared at you out of jealousy. Feeling their stares, your head turned to the ground and you screwed your eyes shut, wishing it was Daehyun dragging you. Not this painfully pretty, charming man that you couldn't stand.

"So," Wooyoung started—though he never really stopped talking, "I was thinking, if you don't have any courses or stuff for the rest of the day, you can come over to my place and we can start working on whatever it is we have to do."

"I told my roommate I'd be back early to clean our apartment."

"Oh, then I can come with you, help you and then you can come to my place."

"Why not just do it at my place?"

"That's fine, too. Maybe you can show me to your bedroom?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and you had to hold back the urge to smack him right then and there.

"Over my dead body."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not really into necrophilia."

It was then that you noticed you were walking towards the campus' parking lot. You stopped in your tracks and waited for Wooyoung to turn.

"Ok, first of all, what the fuck. But I guess I'm glad that's not your thing. Second, what are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

He blinked. Once, twice. "I'm taking you to my car...?"

"Why?"

"To take you to my place so we can work?" He looked behind him and then back to you, his dark hair bouncing around and revealing the bleached layers underneath.

"But I have stuff to do." You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to your right leg as you looked up at him. He wasn't that much taller, but because of his proximity, it was hard to look him in the eyes without craning your neck just a bit.

A chuckle (though it sounded more like a giggle) escaped him. "The dishes and vacuum can wait. I'm only available for the next two hours, after that you're free to do whatever you want."

You took a second to mull things over before dropping your head and groaning. "Fine but–"

"Great!" Wooyoung grabbed your hand and resumed pulling you across the parking lot. "Let's get going, maybe the food Seonghwa-hyung made will still be warm when we get there and–"

"Wait!" You tugged on the hand that held yours harshly, making him stop to look back at you with a raised brow. "But... no funny business. Please."

He let out another high pitched laugh. "Oh, YN, my dearest darling YN, I don't plan on doing anything like that with you. Today, at least. Though if you'd like-"

"No!" You extended a hand to stop him from finishing that sentence, cheeks blushing dark crimson. "Please just- just lead the way."

That specific mischievous grin returned to his face as he whipped around and practically skipped to his black Mercedes with tinted windows. You didn't stop to appreciate the car, getting into the passengers seat and strapping the seatbelt on.

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter!! any guess as to who the ateez member is that YN likes more than the others? hint: it's not wooyoung. also, i'm basing each of the mebers' looks off of different eras. in case you couldn't tell, we will be dealing with oreo wooyoung here.

　　ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ taglist ... @atinytinaa @marievllr-abg @legohwas @moonsangie @kiss-hwa @cqndiedcherries @ateezourstars @r1kitti @sarahleighflora @kyukyustar

　　NEVER SAY NEVER　©　seonghwaddict, 2023

#★ NEVER SAY NEVER — seonghwaddict #ateez #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader #vampire au #college au #fluff #eventual smut

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rhineposting · 4 months ago

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more of my genderbend hellscape au

In which Fugo does in fact go to juvie after killing her professor and once there she is befriended by Narancia, bonding over being failed by people who were supposed to protect them. After they get out they team up to take revenge on the people who wronged them, and from there they start indiscriminately terrorising the streets of Naples.

heavily inspired by marzimars' collage fugio art (go check it out)

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #vento aureo #jjba au #women's wrongs au #idk what to tag it me and my wife just call it the women au #narancia ghirga #fugo pannacotta #genderbend

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truegoist · 5 months ago

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⌗⌗ IN A TRANCE !

where a strange guy decides to interrupt your mid-lecture nap..??

1.5k words. sendo shuto x gn.reader, reader is kind of mean& sendo is sendo. uni/collage au.

You lean back onto the plush of the chair, getting ready for yet another lecture. Honestly, you’d rather spend your 8 a.m. doing literally anything else. You curse your past self for thinking this was a good idea. your spot is perfect in a sense, right next to a colon. Not too far on behind, but perfectly hidden. Letting your body go limp, you get ready for a nap that your neck will hate you for later.

A few minutes of comfort pass, then you feel something, more like someone, weight to your left. You can feel the slight heat radiating from their skin; their arm is on your armrest.

However, starting a fight over an armrest seems stupid, at least for now, to you, and you decide to focus on your well deserved rest instead.

And for about 5 minutes, you do exactly that, drifting in the blissful arms of sleep, but whoever is next to you cannot sit still, whether it be bouncing a leg or shifting in their seat for the 10th time.

You can't enjoy one thing in peace, can you? With an audible sigh, you hope they hear it and feel bad. You open your eyes to meet your intruder.

"Oh, hello, good seeing you here." In front of you is a man, one you don’t really recognize; surely you would remember the salmon hair color, but the expectant look in his matching-colored eyes puts you in doubt. The tone of his voice, which he probably thinks is charming, just sounds rehearsed.

“You were the one who sat next to me.” You don't exactly mean to deadpan, yet you do. He winces at your words.

"Yeah, right, right, right...” He quiets down for a moment and then immediately shots right back up, “Sendo shuto, nice to meet you.”

You look down at the hand directed towards you, then back at the pink eyes. A moment later, you hesitantly shake back "name.”

His hand is warm—not the sweaty type of warmth you’d have expected from such a man, but a rather soft warmth that radiates from his gentle hold on your hand. The male doesn’t even squeeze back, just softly holding your hand in his. Even through the obvious tenderness of his touch, you can feel his strength. The tense muscles make it hard not to.

Sendo is reluctant to pull back, very much obviously. A moment or two passes before he quickly shuffles away.

A sorry and chuckle is all that gets out of him as his fingers drum on his thighs. His gaze that was fixated on you not long ago now seems to look anywhere but you.

This is the first time you get a proper look at him, without the sleep or annoyance clouding your vision. His bangs are asymmetrically cut, with the left side being longer while the right has an undercut. His eyelashes are long, with plump, soft lips. Perhaps not handsome in a traditional sense, but the man sure is pretty.

Only after you come to your conclusion do you realize that you've been examining him for a while now, and he too is aware of it, albeit either too polite or embarrassed to remain glancing between you and the ground.

With a soft huff, you turn your attention back at the professor. Now that you’re awake, you might as well do what you're supposed to and learn.

Sendo next to you also seems to be listening to the lecture, miming your sitting position, although it is almost comically tense.

“So...” and there he starts again. “You come here often?”

“My lecture? Yes, pretty often, I guess.” You snicker. You first took it as a joke, but looking at his face, you're not too sure, he looks like he’s in a mix of emotions, none very positive, as he stammers over his words.

“Yeah, um, I know that. I was just joking, yeah, joking...” Despite his convincing words, even he doesn’t seem to be sure of what he’s saying.

“On that note,” you start, sparing him some grace and changing the subject. “I should be asking you that, I have never seen you here before.”

You were just messing around, but his reaction catches your attention: unbelievably guilty.

Now that you think of it...

The participant size of this lecture is nowhere small, but you’re pretty sure you’d have at least noticed such a guy before. You're not that blind to your surroundings, even if you sleep through most of the lecture.

"Well, I-" he starts. You’re not sure how this is possible, but he’s talking even faster now. “I just enrolled.”

God, he is a bad liar.

“The term is about to end,” you say with a smile, the playful kind, to him. “Come on, you can do better than that; what are you actually here for?”

Sendo takes a few moments to answer, “I do go here though,” just not this lecture. He doesn’t have to say it, though that much is obvious.

Even though seeing him like this is mildly entertaining in the least, you decide to drop it. Mostly because the guy in front of you keeps giving weird looks to both of you.

Some time goes by, with you too busy taking notes to care for Sendo. The time you shift your attention back to him again, he is staring at you like he's in some kind of trance.

Soft pink in his cheeks compliments the lips that are slightly parted in deep concentration, formed in to a dazed smile.

Eyes, deep hazelnut that seems to be alive, swirling and tousling around in an intensity you haven’t seen in a human before.

Adoration... no. devotion.

Taking all of you in, it’s almost too intense. For the first time during your small talk, you're the one who can't catch his eye. It's too much. Even for you. Even if he's the weird guy who decided to bother you mid-nap by sitting next to you,.

Shuffling away, you try to focus on the professor once again. What was she saying again? Something about the upcoming finals...

"I'm on the football team, y'know." He speaks up again. "Second striker. Pretty cool, right?" His expression tells you you're supposed to be impressed, but you're not sure if you are.

Probably in response to the blank expression on your face, he babbles on, "It's basically like a striker, but more important, we are the ones carrying the game, actually." For the next minute or so, he rambles on about how important he is to the team, about his teammates, and about football in general.

You don't particularly care about the sport, but it is kind of cute to see him so passionate about something.

"I'd like to see you play sometime." You don't know why you said that, you're not particularly into football or anything, but you mean it. Perhaps it's just to see the way his face lights up at that, which he does; his whole demeanor opens up at the words—the brightest smile you've seen on a man. You do not know him, but somehow you're sure this is the look he has on when he wins a game.

"Great! We have one next Friday; I'll tell the guys at the front so you can sit in the front." Even Sendo seems to realize he's getting ahead of himself, his voice lowering down until it's just barely above a whisper. "Benches...only if you'd like to..." He looks up at you. He is a fairly tall man, yet right now he looks like he's six feet underground—he probably wants to be, looking up at you.

"Do you want to?"

You could say no. Something inside you wants to say so—not that you'd mean it, just to see how he'd crumble down. But you keep from it. Perhaps during these very awkward forty-something minutes of your life, you've developed a soft spot for this man. You just can't bring yourself to say no.

Plus, a small part of you says you should go and see him play. Get to know him better.

"Sure" You smile, this time not a smirk or teasing like the ones you've had in the earlier part of your conversation. A genuine one matching the one he had previously. "Guess I'll see you there, huh?"

Sendo looks like he can combust right there and now. He doesn't; instead, he takes a moment to process. "Yeah...See me..." It's as if he has to convince himself that, yes, this is, in fact, real. And as it clicks, he springs from his seat, giving you a shaky wave and stumbling his way out of the lecture.

His grand departure leaves many people (including your professor) staring behind him and then towards you, forcing you to hide behind the column once again, away from the eyes on you.

But for some reason, you can't bring yourself to care. And for some reason, you have a smile tugging at your lips.

#;; typing #sendo shuto #sendo shuto x reader #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x gender neutral reader #not going to do the whole long tags stuff sorry #tag list coming when I wake up

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rawrsatthetree · 7 months ago

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I think the best way to tackle a Modern AU for BG3 isn’t to make it a slice of life but to some how combine the elements of a collage drama, organized crime, a dooms day cult, and an alien invasion all into one coherent plot.

I do not know how to do this but I do have some ideas. All the characters have no reason to associate with each other until they’re all abducted by aliens, wormed, and released back into the wild like a bird that just got tagged. Everyone kind of writes it off as either a bad trip or a dream until the cross paths and the worm does the connection thing. Eventually bringing them all together with a few people investigating the invasion to get to the bottom of what’s happening.

Wyll is a pre law student mostly against his will to appease his dad. He wants to help people but doesn’t necessarily want to be a cop like his father the chief of police. He half asses his classes because he doesn’t have much passion for them, blowing them off to volunteer in clubs and community outreach programs. I think Mizora should be either a professor, Dean of students, or academic advisor. In exchange for favors she alters his grades pushes him through the system. Little does he know she’s also idk involved with a crime organization and her favors go from small and perverted to slowly becoming more dangerous and criminal. He’s young and she has a lot of power over his future and could even expose him as a fraud and an accomplice to his father so he feel helpless to defy her.

Astarion is a law school drop out but that’s old news. You’ll find him prowling the local bar and club scene looking for potential clients. After a string of bad luck and poor life choices he’s a prostitute and drug dealer for a local gangster in the Black Hand gang only known as The Vampire (I know I’m so creative). Cazador’s deal is still the pretty much the same local rich public figure is secretly a very cruel and evil man who uses fear and addiction to control his underlings.

Karlach worked as muscle for the leader of the Black Hand gang before she was forcibly sold and enlisted as a mercenary over seas. After a ten years fighting in foreign years she’s back and ready to get her revenge on the whole Black Hand cult unfortunately she has to do it quickly because (ok idk I tried doing some research and couldn’t find any condition caused by an injury that can suddenly become fatal idk maybe cancer from a bullet or shrapnel)

Gale isn’t a professor but like a doctorate student on a tenure track, but bordering on the mad science kind of research. He’s in an abusive relationship with his over seeing faculty Mystra. Ultimately a lab accident during his research leads to the orb.

I think Lae’zel should still be an alien. She was abducted on another planet and escaped while the earthlings were being tadpoled. Now she’s stranded and tadpoled on a strange planet.

Halsin is a university professor and a local environmental activist. He’s been investigating strange occurrences and is onto the alien invasion thing.

I’m honestly not sure about Shadowheart. She should definitely be college age. But I’m not sure how to approach the shar thing.

Not sure about Minthara either except maybe military turned death cult member.

Jaheira and Minsc are cops investigating the alien invasion I’m so sorry not like real world cops but like fun fictional cops that only exist in movies. Boo is their police dog. OMG wait no they’re Park Rangers!!

Other stuff

The dead three chosen are instead three gang leaders. Except Bhaal cult also doubles as a murder cult still on top of being a criminal organization.

The alien invasion is still the mind flayer grand design.

I don’t think the dead three are controlling the mind flayers this time. Instead they’re using the strange alien invasion occurrences as grounds to start a dooms day cult or maybe they are idk

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #balur's gate 3 #bg3 modern au #bg3 au #baldurs gate 3 modern au #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #bg3 karlach #bg3 lae'zel #bg3 halsin

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madisonthetimewalker · 2 months ago

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Got inspired by @loryn-art and decided to make some modern AU Wakfu headcanons because I always love making head canons when I see cool AU’s

1. Yugo cannot skateboard for shit. He always face-plants into the pavement (Adamai can skateboard and laughs his ass off at yugo’s misery)

2. Adamai is surprisingly good at baking, he can make a pretty good looking cake (if he try’s)

3.qilby has horrible fucking sleep schedule I cannot describe how bad it is but it is horrible.

4. Chibi is a morning person and has a decently sized ego.

5. Grougal has the best hair in the family (he gets it from his mom what do you expect?)

6. Shinonome (I cannot spell her name for the life of me oh my god) likes to live a cozy and organized life… qilby does not knowing the meaning of organized

7. Adamai works in retail and has clip on earrings (he doesn’t want to get his ear pierced again it sucked for him he hated it. I also have an example in one of my drawings!)

8. Phaeris is very very good at making sure shit doesn’t go down in the house. Mostly because he has a resting bitch face and I love it

9. Baltazar works at a daycare. He likes the job (quilby is not allowed near baltazar because of what happened in season 2, they will full on fist fight im dead ass)

10. Efrim isn’t very responsible with money (do not give him any he will spend it… and so will Nora)

11. Glip is often tired he has a pretty good sleep schedule (unlike qilby) but still often complains of being tired.

12. For mina I wanted to make her a teacher but since she was known to be basically a lawyer in Wakfu but I feel like a teacher would fit her as well.

13. Adamai doesn’t talk about his private life.. at all for that matter he keeps to himself a lot and you basically have to pester him to tell you what’s wrong.

14. Adamai has a creepy smile (this is canon.. oh my poor boy) and often times won’t smile in photos he just kinda grins and walks away.

15. Yugo has such horrible and I mean horrible taste in fashion (you can hear Adamai holding back tears in the background while Mina or Nora has to tell him to change or else he’s gonna scare their mother to death due to his shitty fashion sense.)

16. If you where to ask qilby about a specific historical event, he will tell it in such great detail it makes it seem like he was actually there.

17. The dragon bros cannot taste spicy foods (I heard somewhere since lizards are cold-blooded they can’t taste that thing that makes you taste spicy foods) so if you see grougal chowing down extreme spicy ramen don’t ask.

18. Efrim is very clumsy and often stubs his toes or accidentally hits something when he walks (everyone thinks he needs glasses but he has 20/20 vision this fucker just can’t walk straight)

19. I like to think Adamai is a bit of a nerd. In his own way of course (if you’re lucky you can catch him reading comic books in his room.. which is always locked)

20. Nora and Efrim collect random stuff they find on the ground and they have this huge stash of random shit. Nobody knows how long they have had this but god is it large

21. Glip can often be seen grading papers (I like to believe baltazar is a daycare teacher while Glip is a high school - collage teacher/professor)

22. Chibi does not know the meaning of “social cues” (and neither does yugo.)

23. Shinonome works at a flower shop (qilby doesn’t like flowers mostly because of bad allergies but he supports his sister anyway.)

25. Efrim hates having to work and I mean HATESSS it he will complain the whole time (Adamai is one step away from hitting him with a shopping cart at 100 miles an hour)

26. Yugo can’t focus for shit, but can surprisingly describe how to make a specific meal in great detail (alibert you have raised a good man.)

27. Phaeris is very good with solving puzzles and likes to do them in his free time, he says he enjoys the “thinking process”

28. Chibi is a horrible flirt if he sees a pretty lady and he wants to say hi? Immediately tripping and stumbling and accidentally embarrassing himself (grougal is laughing his ass off silently in a corner.)

29. (Can you tell I like Adamai?) he’s a pretty good babysitter although he isn’t a huge fan of it but he doesn’t mind helping people out.

30. Nora can’t roller skate while Mina is a fucking mastermind.

31. Baltazar and qilby can be seen giving the meanest fucking side eyes at family dinners (Adamai prefers to eat in his room. But once there’s drama he appears and watch’s from afar.)

32. Qilby has the worst back pain in the world.

33. For someone who can’t focus for shit yugo is an incredibly fast learner! And can learn anything in a matter of seconds (Adamai is often jealous out how quick of a learner he is.)

34. Glip doesn’t like being forced to work at such late hours but he has no choice (the curse of being a teacher)

35. Adamai often runs away from yugo when he’s at work. And yugo likes to chase him down for shits and giggles (yugo please he’s trying to do his job)

Great Lordy I have made so many! I might make some insert modern AU ones as well. Involving ecaflip and Xelor and the rest of the gods, I like to think they also live in the world of twelve but they don’t really show their faces (kinda like Greek gods? If you get what I mean)

Anyway I’m glad I got to share more headcanons! Have a great day!

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ihaveathingforwomen · 3 months ago

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Mock Trial - Professor AU

Professor!Alex Cabot x Fellow!Casey Novak

Chapter 2 - Masterlist

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: Casey and Alex's spark catches onto their friends. When Casey's birthday comes along, Alex's guard begins to unravel.

A/N: The collage includes Casey's outfits that were mentioned in this chapter, as well as the flowers, restaurant, and Alex's office. :)

Casey’s meeting with her professor went as well as she could’ve hoped. They discussed the files of course, but then moved on to more personal topics. They discussed Casey’s summer at the DA’s office, her classes, any recent interests, and so on. Alex always enjoyed hearing what Casey had to say. It was nice to not hear her thoughts for a while, and Casey’s voice was always soothing. Casey also enjoyed getting to talk with Alex, she always seemed to want to know more about her. Though, she also thought that Alex seemed a little guarded.

After their first meeting, they began texting regularly. At first, it was a few messages exchanged about the group of students that Casey was helping, or about the way Alex wanted a topic approached, but it slowly morphed into more. Now, the occasional good morning message, making plans for lunch or dinner (of course to discuss class content), or points of common interest. When their discussions strayed from coursework they discussed their favorite books, some movies, and tidbits about their friends & family.

Further into the semester, Alex’s infatuation was becoming intoxicating. Casey would come to her office when she had a long break between classes and they’d talk more and more. If she didn’t make it in during her break, she’d text Alex to see if she’d mind her coming by when her classes were over in the evening. Alex never did mind, of course, as she didn’t have any family to go home to. By the time she arrived in Alex’s office, it was close to five or so, and Alex had guessed that Casey was probably hungry. She always offered to get takeout for them, but the first few times, Casey declined. After that, Alex started ordering it anyway in anticipation of Casey’s visit.

They would often stay late into the evening, their conversations effortless and their shared silence comfortable. Eventually, Casey would say she had to get home and would insist she walk. The time change hadn’t come just yet, so Alex reluctantly allowed it so long as Casey texted her when she got home. After she left this particular day at the beginning of September, Alex could feel her mind spinning. Casey’s perfume lingered in the room and her voice in Alex’s head. After ensuring the door was locked, Alex leaned back in her office chair, her hands wandering over her thighs. Her mind’s eye swam with fantasies of the sweet redhead.

This evening, Casey had worn a black leather jacket, a sleek black t-shirt, and a subtle silver necklace with a circular pendant. While it hadn’t required much effort, Alex thought that the outfit complimented Casey’s coloration very well. With her head resting against the top of her chair, she thought about meeting Casey in a bar as she wore the delectable outfit. She saw herself coming up behind her at the pool table, wrapping her arms around her waist and kissing her neck. She could hear Casey’s soft moans in her ear, her hand in her hair, and her ass against her hips.

As her hands climb further up her thighs and deeper inwards, a knock sounds at her door and she pulls herself from her fantasy. Flustered, Alex sighs as she goes to unlock her office door. On the other side, her colleague stands with a quirked brow.

“You look like hell,” Liz states as she moves past Alex and sets her stuff down.

Alex sighs and blinks slowly as she closes and locks the door once more. Her fellow professor and close friend, Liz Donnelly, takes a seat in Alex’s leather cushioned office chair. She discards her blazer and starts shedding her pantyhose. Alex watches, arms crossed as she observes the older woman’s casual beauty.

“Thanks,” Alex tells her sardonically. “What are you comfortable with?” Alex asks her as she studies the woman, who continues removing items of clothing, though inconspicuous as they may be. With her pantyhose and blazer gone, she maneuvers into her shirt and unclasps her bra, then proceeds to unbutton a couple of slots on her blouse. Content with the remaining amount of clothing, Liz shoves the discarded items in her bag.

She looks up at Alex with a cool gaze, smirking and shrugging as she responds. “Anything, as long as you tell me what’s got you so hot and bothered afterwards.”

Alex’s eyes scan her friend from top to bottom, slowly, as she picks up every detail she admires. While Liz is a close friend and has always been a sort of wise mentor, they’ve found a keen attraction to each other more times than they care to remember. Whenever Liz had been advising a particularly difficult case, or either of them had been working long hours, or Alex had been emotionally dysregulated, they took the time to ease each other’s stress, so to speak.

Alex takes a deep breath as she approaches the older woman and lowers to her knees. “You have yourself a deal,” and with that, the deal was sealed as Liz leaned down and cupped Alex’s face, pulling her into a warm kiss. Alex’s hands slid up her knees and to her thighs, gripping softly as she spread them. When their kiss lessened, Alex parted their lips and made her way down Liz’s neck, licking hot spots as she went. Meanwhile, her hands released Liz’s thighs and raised her skirt, gripping her hips.

As Alex’s hands wandered, so did her lips, making their way between Liz’s breasts. Liz tangled her fingers in her blonde strands and groaned softly, telling Alex how good it felt. Alex’s meandering fingertips made their way to Liz’s underwear, maneuvering them to the side and running her fingers through Liz’s wetness.

Their relaxation session continued to heat up, and so did Alex’s mind. Typically a rather focused lover, her mind would be solely on the body before her, but today it was elsewhere. When her lips found Liz’s skin, her mind perceived it to be Casey’s, soft and supple. Where she heard Liz’s moans, she heard Casey’s tone in her mind, breathily moaning Alex’s name. When her fingers slipped inside of Liz, she imagined the action being committed to the younger woman. Though distracted from the individual at hand, Alex’s skill did not waiver. Instead, it seemed she was more passionate than Liz was used to. Their sexual encounters tended to have a casual nature to them, often utilized as a means of stress relief or mental stimulation, rarely ever was there passion or affection. Neither of them minded of course, as those were the agreed upon terms. But, it did give Liz an insight into what could be going on with Alex.

Post climax, Liz kissed Alex gently on the lips, then forehead, and then brought her into her arms for a moment. Before letting go, she took a second to whisper in Alex’s ear, “you did so well for me, Alex.”

The praise brought Alex’s mind to a calmer state and a light blush to her cheeks. While comforting, it did snap her out of her delusions of Casey in her grasp. She smirked as she took a seat in front of Liz, on top of her desk. “Thank you,” she began, “I’m sorry I messaged you so late.”

“Don’t apologize, Cabot. We all have our needs. Now-” she started, legs crossed as she leaned back in the chair, buttoning her shirt back to its presentable state. “Tell me. What’s got you so needy?” She sounded as though she was teasing, but Alex knew she was being genuine.

Liz stared at her with concerned eyes, anticipating the response. She’d thought maybe Alex was contacted by an ex, or maybe she was just particularly stressed, or perhaps she’d been advising an ADA on a rough case. But it was obvious that it was something emotionally tethered to Alex. Hesitant to divulge her secret, Alex’s eyes drifted to the floor and she took a few shallow breaths as she thought.

“I have an ethical dilemma…” her eyes scanned Liz’s face for any sign of disappointment.

Fortunately there was none, “Okay, on with it.” Liz smiled, trying to ease Alex’s nerves.

Alex cleared her throat, brows shooting up apprehensively. “Well…I like someone…” Alex took her time trying to gather the words. She feared that her affection towards Casey could get herself fired, and could potentially result in Casey being dismissed from the institution.

Liz, impatient as ever, tried to coax Alex out of her fear. “Tell me about her, what’s she like?”

Alex smiled, it felt like she was finally able to gush about her crush. It reminded her of high school, making her cringe a little bit as she continued. “She is incredibly intelligent,” she sucked her bottom lip, trying to hold back a smile. “She seems to care about me and is interested in my life. I’m really invested in hers too, of course.” Her eyes bore into the distance as she went on, “spending time with her is effortless and enjoyable. I don’t feel like I have to pretend. If I…” she shrugged in thought, “turn off my face or my tone is flat, it doesn’t bother her. She just seems to understand. She enjoys walks, plants, animals, thriller movies, and mystery novels.” Alex let a chuckle slip, grinning as she thought of more interests. “She likes poetry, I don’t know if she knows that I know that.” Alex closed her eyes for a second, feeling silly for how she sounded.

Liz realized that Alex truly had feelings for whoever this woman was. She felt happy, even a bit excited for her friend, that she had found someone. It had been so long since she’d seen Alex so happy. “I’m happy for you, it sounds like she’s a great person for you.”

Alex groaned and held her face in her palms, pressing hard in frustration. “That’s part of the problem,” she croaked through her hands.

Now, Liz furrowed her brow and tilted her head as she considered Alex’s statement. “Why is that a problem exactly?”

Alex unburied her face and crossed her arms tightly against her chest. She bit the inside of her cheek as she withdrew her eyes from Liz’s gaze. “She’s a student…” she whispered.

Liz screwed her eyes shut for a moment, “come again?”

“She’s a student,” Alex said a bit more confidently, coming to terms with the issue at hand. “I know I shouldn’t have let myself get so attached. I should’ve distanced myself as soon as I realized what was happening,” she shook her head, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “I just can’t stop thinking about her,” her tone suddenly turned dismal and her demeanor dropped.

Liz gave her a sympathetic look, deciding now was the time to stop asking for further details. “Look, Alex,” she started her lecture, leaning forward to place a reassuring hand on Alex’s knee. A sigh precedes, “she’s not a first year, right?” Alex laughed and shook her head, “then I think as long as you adhere to ethics as much as possible, you’ll be fine.” She leaned back in the chair, “Personally, I’d wait until she graduates. But, if the feeling is mutual, you are both adults. You could probably manage to keep it under wraps long enough for her to finish her degree.”

Alex nodded, she hadn’t expected this kind of response. She was almost thankful. Her view of the potential outcomes had been bleak and based solely on school policy. She hadn’t really considered the real world attributes of the situation: they are both adults, as Liz pointed out, their age gap likely isn’t as large as one would guess, and she was close to graduating. If anything were to come from Alex expressing her feelings, they could wait. Her impulsive nature thought that keeping it a secret may be more favorable, though.

After their discussion, Alex felt far less guilt about her feelings. In fact, she was beginning to feel them much more intensely. During her meetings with Casey, she felt lighter. There was more laughter, more subtle touches of their hands, more lingering glances, and more flirtatious comments. Casey still held reservations, unable to believe that this woman could like her back and that the feelings were just as intense for her too. Despite her apprehensiveness, she did start to notice the uptick in kind gestures, touches, glances, and more. She made a special note of it when she had to cancel their standing Friday lunch plans.

That morning, she’d made a plan to surprise Alex in her office, as she still wanted to see her. A light rap at Alex’s door made her jump, but she happily called for her visitor to come in, not looking up from the papers she was grading. Waltzing through the open door, Casey smiled wide, her short red hair just barely brushing her shoulders. Today, she adorned a thin black shirt with three-quarter length sleeves and exposed shoulders, matching black slacks and boots below. Alex glanced up at her visitor, and Casey happened to catch her pupils swelling as she stared.

“Well, good morning,” Alex’s smile shimmered and Casey felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she smiled back. She set the bag of donuts and two cups of coffee on Alex’s desk, “what’s the occasion?” Alex asked as she inspected the feast before her solely with her eyes.

Casey, nonchalant, shrugged and smiled as she sat down and started opening the bags, allocating the different flavors to whom they belonged to. “No occasion really, though I do need to tell you something.”

Alex slowly pulled her donuts towards her as she watched Casey’s face carefully. Her heart didn’t know whether to sink or flutter as she thought of a number of things Casey could need to tell her. She couldn’t think of what would include donuts and coffee, though. “What’s wrong? Everything okay?” Alex asked her, her smile fading slightly.

“Oh yea, everything is okay,” Casey reassured her. She took one of her donuts, a chocolate cake donut with glaze, and took a bite out of it. “I won’t be able to have lunch or dinner with you today,” she told her with a sad look on her face.

“Oh,” Alex said, furrowing her brow and sitting back to pick at her glazed donut. She ran her tongue over her lip, trying her hardest to not act disappointed. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

Casey exhaled, calming herself. She hadn’t realized how anxious she’d been to tell her. “Not at all…” she started, taking another bite. “My friends are taking me out for my birthday tonight and I planned on going home early to get ready.”

Alex felt her mind halt. Had Casey told her that her birthday was this week? Or even this month? Had she forgotten? Part of her voiced that she wasn’t obligated to celebrate, as she was just her professor after all. But the other part of her, the one that wanted to please Casey every day, screamed in frustration. She tried feverishly to hide that frustration.

“You didn’t tell me that your birthday was this week!” She giggled, almost forcefully. “Wait, is it today?”

Casey nodded, a blush rising to her cheeks. She would never tell Alex that she could tell she was flustered, she thought it was sweet. Something she’d definitely be telling her friends later. “Yes, it is,” she giggled back.

“Why did you bring me a gift then? Thank you by the way,” Alex told her, forcing a nonchalant approach to the situation.

Casey licked one of her fingers clean, Alex tried not to pay any attention to it. “I feel bad for canceling on you,” Alex stood on the tip of her tongue. Ever since they started talking everyday, she found it difficult to not spew her name aloud. It still felt sinful to say, but less sinful to think. Unless it was in her fantasies, of course.

“I feel bad for not remembering your birthday, Case,” she told her, shoving a piece of donut into her mouth to keep her from rambling and apologizing.

“You shouldn’t,” Casey told her, sipping her coffee. “This is you remembering. I told you, you have breakfast with me, and the celebration is over,” Casey stated awkwardly. She decided to back it up with a comment of a potentially flirtatious manner, “I couldn’t not see you on my birthday, after all.”

Alex avoided Casey’s green eyes and stared at her donut as she picked another bite off, grinning. “I’m still going to make it up to you,” she took her lip between her teeth. Casey started to gather her belongings and set out with her coffee.

“You don’t have to, really. I didn’t expect anything from you,” again, Alex’s name hung from her tongue like a noose. Alex raises her eyes to watch as Casey slowly backs towards the door.

“I know,” a deep breath, “Happy Birthday, Casey.”

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That evening, Casey’s two best friends showed her a wonderful time. They went out to one of Casey’s favorite Chinese restaurants where the tables had lazy susans built into them for ease of family style meals. Casey, Melinda and Charlie gorged on their favorite dishes and engaged in conversation about their current courses. Casey and Charlie attend law school together, going slightly different routes for their courses as his career interests cater more towards corporate law and hers lean towards criminal justice. Melinda, their core friend from undergrad, attends the University of Oregon’s School of Medicine. Despite their busy schedules, they managed to make time for each other’s birthdays.

None of them had much time for relationships, of course. So it was blatantly obvious when Casey continued speaking about her professor that there was more to be told.

“Soooooo, Casey, I think you should tell us who you’re crushing on right now,” Charlie teased.

Her face immediately turned red and her jaw fell a bit as she attempted to stutter out a protest. “Oh come on, don’t try to deny it,” Melinda taunted, “You’ve mentioned her so many times tonight alone. Not to mention when we call, too.”

Casey turned red in the face and screwed her eyes shut. She crossed her arms on the table and rested her head for a moment, groaning audibly. Finally raising her head, she took a deep breath and shook her hands out. “You guys can’t tell anyone,” she demanded.

They both nodded, “everyone we would tell is here,” Charlie joked.

A smile spread on Casey’s face, comforted by her friends. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, avoiding their eyes as she spoke, “it’s a professor.”

Charlie rolled his eyes, Linda still listened intently. “We guessed that. What professor?” He asked impatiently.

She turned and looked at him with mischievous eyes, “Professor Cabot…”

His jaw dropped and he quickly covered it with a hand. Linda tilted her head, “okay, non-law person here, please give me more details,” a nervous laugh escaped her throat.

Casey turned towards her, about to speak, but Charlie beat her to the punch. “Cabot was a badass in the District Attorney’s office, absolutely legendary when it came to criminal prosecution. But, now, she’s the local ice queen for our batch of law students,” he turned towards Casey with an apprehensive look on his face, “she doesn’t strike me as queer though.”

Casey rolled her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek as she fought a grimace. “Look Char, I know you have the best gaydar in the world, but could you give me a little hope?”

He chuckled and Melinda tapped the table to get their attention, “Give us some insight, babe. How does she treat you?”

Casey sat up straight in her chair, “well,” she began with a poised tone. Charlie and Linda leaned forward as though watching a movie intently. Casey lost the battle against the huge smile that found its way to her cheeks as she thought about her professor. “We see each other nearly every day, sometimes multiple times a day. We always say it’s to talk about my duties as her fellow,” she fluttered the word, “but we usually end up talking about everything. She always asks about my day and my interests, and she tries to learn about them too.”

Charlie clicks his tongue, leaning back in his seat. “Maybe she’s just bored. What else?”

Casey knew Charlie was teasing, but Linda still smacked his arm. Casey makes sure her gaze moves between both of them as she continues, “Lately, I’ve been noticing more touching.”

“Touching where?” Charlie asks, practically chomping at the bit, his chin resting on his hand.

She looks away from both of them, “my back, our hands,” she mimics the movements with Linda’s hands across the table. “Sometimes, if we’re sitting next to each other while we’re at her desk, she’ll touch my knee.”

Charlie was blushing now, covering his mouth in excitement for his friend. “Okay, we’re getting somewhere now.”

“Has there been any flirting?” Linda proposes.

Casey nods lightly, her mind now running through everything Alex has ever said to her. “She compliments my outfits, mainly the ones that expose skin. She doesn’t mention that though, it’s just what I’ve noticed. When I don’t straighten my hair, she notices and compliments it. Oh, and,” she begins excitedly, tapping her finger on the table. “She never asks anyone for help with the crosswords, not even the internet. But, she asks me. The couple of times I didn’t know, she told me I was a ‘good girl’ for trying.”

Charlie brought his legs into his chair and covered his face with his arms, his eyes wide. “That’s kinky,” his words were muffled by his sweater.

She and Linda laughed at him, “without seeing it in action, I’d have to say that she likes you.” Melinda has always been skilled at reassuring her friends, even the ones she used to date. She remembered how difficult it was for Casey to see the signs that she had liked her, she could only imagine how clouded it was now that it was someone older and seemingly out of reach.

As she said that, Casey’s phone pinged. It was the first time she’d noticed it all night, turning it over and checking the preview of the messages. Her face lit up immediately and her friends leaned over her shoulders to see what she’d been sent. She leaned back in her chair, keeping her phone away from her friends’ watchful eyes. With shaking fingertips, she opens her phone to reveal the message, her heart fluttering as she reads.

Prof. C.: thinking of youAttached: 1 image

The image displayed on her phone was that of one of Casey’s favorite plants. The pacific bleeding heart was a favorite, not just for the name, but its resemblance to a vulva, pink and bulbous. She very vaguely remembered mentioning this little fact to Alex ages ago, she couldn’t even recall what they were discussing when it came about. Based on the photo, it seemed that Alex had gone to a plant store and taken the photo there. Casey grinned and took her lip between her teeth, squeezing her phone tightly for a moment. As she calmed down, she handed her phone to Linda first.

She studied the image for just a moment, “that’s really sweet.”

She passed the phone to Charlie, “that’s really gay.” He handed the phone back to Casey and patted her on the back, “I think your gaydar is right, Case.”

Casey stared at the photo, trying to figure out what to say to her. Impulsive thoughts along the lines of I love you and I could kiss you came to mind first. Of course, trying to ensure she’s able to graduate, she steered clear of the affectionate responses.

Casey: Those flowers are gorgeous! Where did you find them?

A small wave of sadness passed over her as for a moment, she felt like her dream was within reach. Ignoring the pain, she returned to her friends. The night went on and they discussed other things: a little more about Alex, more about classes, and some family gossip. While they talked, Casey would occasionally take a moment to check her phone and respond to Alex. Alex told her the store she’d gone to, but explained that it was their last one and it was on hold. Their conversation continued well into the night, even after Casey had arrived home.

Alex had been anxious all day, scouring department stores and specialty stores in search of something just right. When she finally came home, it was nearing midnight and her responses from Casey had mostly dissipated. Her exhaustion allowed her to give way to her impulses and she sent a well thought out birthday message to Casey.

I hope you’re sleeping well and that you read this in the morning. I really appreciate you and I’m glad that I have had the privilege of getting to know you over the last two years. You are dear to me and I hope you get to be part of my life for a long time. Happy Birthday, Casey

#casey novak #alex cabot #calex #alex cabot x casey novak #casey novak x alex cabot #law and order svu #alexandra cabot #svu #svu fanfiction #liz donnelly #elizabeth donnelly #melinda warner #alex cabot x elizabeth donnelly #casey novak x melinda warner

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aight-griffin · 9 months ago

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One Piece collage au

Inspired by @atomikats

Everyone is their canon post-timeskip age

Luffy:

Freshman

Undetermined major

Rarely, if ever, goes to class

Only goes to college because Garp pays for it. (He failed basic training and Garp just gave up)

Stays around because of the Straw Hats.

Can’t drive

Speaks English and Portuguese

Lives with Usopp, Zoro, and Sanji. He and Usopp technically share a room, but he always ends up in Zoro’s bed.

Shanks is his godfather, but they haven’t seen each other in ages.

Called his friend group ‘the Straw Hats’ relentlessly until they adopted the nickname too.

Ace convinced him to join the wrestling team

Ace and Sabo are both in grad school, and none of them live together, but they hang out every once in awhile

Zoro:

Junior

Fitness and Health major

Got in on a Kendo scholarship

Gym rat

Follows Luffy around whenever he’s not at the gym, no one can tell if they’re dating or not.

Can drive, but doesn’t because “walking everywhere is good cardio.” (He can’t make it a block without gps.)

Constantly bickering with Sanji

Bit of an alcoholic

There's a rumor that he's trans because people kee

Always harrumph’s when he finds Luffy passed out in his bed/wakes up underneath Luffy, but never kicks him out.

Joined the wrestling team because of Luffy, now takes it was more seriously than him

Nami:

Junior

Finance/Geography double major

Meteorology minor

Lives off campus with Nojiko

Met Zoro her first year, but only became friends with him when they both met Luffy.

Dating Vivi, a foreign exchange student from Egypt.

Knows how to pickpocket

Regularly drinks every other Straw Hat under the table.

Vivi got a Roll’s Royce from her dad and Nami drives it every chance she gets

Ussop:

Sophomore

Chemistry major

Botany minor

He and Luffy were in the same grade in high school when they met, but Luffy took a gap year and Ussop went straight to college.

Started going to the gym after Zoro convinced him

Legacy student

Has anxiety

Likes to tell wild tales about the school so he can scare freshmen, but they rarely believe him.

Dating Kaya, who wants to be a pediatrician.

Captain of the slingshot club, tells everyone he has the world record for farthest shot with a slingshot.

Has a 2004 Honda Civic named Merry that he loves almost as much as his gf

Sanji:

Culinary student at a nearby trade school

Met the rest of the group when he ended up as roommates with Luffy, Ussop, and Zoro.

Works at Zeff’s seafood restaurant most nights.

Kickboxes on the side

Has zero free time, still manages to cook for the Straw Hats most days.

Ran away from his abusive dad as a kid, nearly starved before Zeff took him in.

The other Straw Hats like to show up at his work and piss him off. (He loves when they come but refuses to admit it.)

Constantly going on dates, can’t hold a girlfriend for more than a week.

Can drive

Had a fling with Nami when they were sophomores, never really got over her.

Has bipolar

Started smoking to calm himself down during manic episodes. It didn’t help, but now he can’t stop.

Chopper:

Freshman

Biology/Pharmaceutical Double Major

Biochemistry Minor

Highschool age, but got a scholarship to go to college early.

Raised by his grandpa Hiriluk, who died when he was 15

Lives with off campus with Dr. Kureha, who’s old friends with Hiriluk. (He calls her aunt Kureha.)

Met the Straw Hats when he found Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji walking home after a fight. They were bleeding, so he patched them up, and they were friends ever since.

Simultaneously baby and smartest member of the friend group.

Robin:

History professor

Mainly teaches Ancient Civ, Lost Languages, and archaeology.

PHD in archaeology.

Traveled the world and did her own research for several years after getting her PHD.

Only been teaching for two years

Knows over a dozen languages, half of them are dead.

Nami and Vivi have a class with her.

There are lots of rumors about her having a criminal record or being part of the mafia.

Franky:

Local mechanic

Owns a shop called the Franky Family

Married to Robin

Lost his legs in a train accident

Made his own prosthetic legs, constantly tinkering with and improving on them.

Goes to night classes for electrical and mechanical engineering.

Addicted to Coca-Cola

Has a class with Ussop

Luffy and Chopper met him while picking up Ussop and now think he’s the coolest guy in the entire world.

Brook:

Music Professor

Former Jazz pianist, started teaching when the last of his band mates died

Oldest person in the school, refuses to retire

His is the only class Luffy regularly shows up to

Prefers piano, but can play just about any instrument put in front of him

Likes to joke about hitting people with his cane. (Never actually does obv)

Assistant coach of the fencing team, says he could’ve gone pro with it but “the music was calling.”

Jinbei:

Head wrestling coach

Assistant swim coach

Teaches various martial arts to kids in his spare time

Loves his boat more than life, takes it out every chance he gets

Looks mean and strict, but is actually the nicest coach you’ve ever had

Has a soft spot for Luffy because Ace was his star player, but only barely puts up with his antics

Always trying to convince Sanji to join the swim team

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takeurexam · 5 months ago

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dynasty || 1

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

taehyun x reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

summary:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

dynasty masterlist

1: Twist of Events

The tapping of your hand eased your anxiety for a bit as you waited for your paper to be examined by your professor. This paper was your key to passing law school and graduating.

You've been through hell and heaven for this. If you dont pass, then your whole career is basically over and you'll become a failure and-

"You passed."

"I PASSED!!!" You shout and jump around happily with your papers in hand as the professor looks at you with a disgusted and tired face.

"Uh.. Congratulations." He sighs and shakes your hand as you shake his hand happily and smile at him widely.

You left the room and shouted happily as the people in the hallways stared at you weirdly, oddly enough, people didnt really care and continued doing what they were doing.

"All my hardwork was worth it. I went through hell and heaven to finish this and become a lawyer. Fuck it, im getting beer." You thought as you grinned and sprinted to a nearby convience store and buy some beer to celebrate at your apartment. (throughout the story, texts in italic are thoughts)

"Why are you buying some beer, maam? If I may ask." The convience store worker asked, you grinned at him and say, "Im graduating, I passed my finals so im finally free from hell. A good sip of beer is like a reward for my hardowork."

"Mhm, I agree." They finish of packing the cans and give it to you, "Well, be careful, its late at night." He winks at you and smirks.

"Gross." You thought and you just smile and laugh awkwardly.

You rushed to get your paper bag and basically sprint away from the store because the cashier was a little weird, okay, not little but weird as hell.

Finally arriving at your appartment, you see the lady who manages and takes care of the building in the main floor.

"Hey kiddo, its late at night, and congrats!" She smiles and you smile back, "Finally someone whos not a weirdo." You think about the cashier and thank the heavens that you're somewhere safe because he mightve been a stalker and followed you.

"Yeah, but it was just for a short time, and thank you! I'll be in my room now." You excuse yourself as you happily jump to your room.

You open your door and set up the table on the floor and pour yourself a drink.

"Cheers to a future lawyer!"

Psst....

"What?"

Pssst!

"Wake the fuck up!"

"WHAT!" You open your eyes as you see your.. mother? And your sister flashing her phone flashlight at you.

They notice you stir and slowly wake up, "Did you pass out on the floor or something? What a mess." Your mother complains as she looks around the room with a concerned face.

"Why are you here?" You manage to mumble out even though your head hurt so badly. "Im hungover.. like hell. And these women are adding to it."

Your sister and mother take their time to look at each other, eyebrows raised and smirking at each other made it clear that they had either terrifying or good intentions.

"So, me and your sister decided were gonna take you out for shopping, make overs, and fix yourself up!" They both squeal and giggle at the same time while jumping around the living room.

"My family might be on drugs.. who are these people?" Your face scrunches up a bit and you pray that you'll come out alive before your graduation.

"Its fine-"

"You have to."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Okay. Got it."

"Mom are you actually serious?" Your mom drags you by the ear as you three stroll through the mall to prepare you for your graduation. Anything to fix your.. style. My sisters words, not mine.

"Yes. Now stop whining like a child and find something to glow yourself up!"

"But im perfectly fine-"

"Yah."

"Okay sorry."

You were silent, well, silenced for now, and you three were at the department store looking for clothes for an 'after party' that was never mentioned until now.

"Hey, you should look for jewelry over there." Your sister points towards a weird looking witchcraft type of place.

"Thats jewelry?" She nods and shrugs, "Check it out, and dont even try escaping. If you're done, meet us at the balcony area, if were not there it means were just a little late."

"Well dang." You look at her and just shrug and walk towards the weird shop to look for jewelry, boredom washes over you and suddlenly a little strolling by yourself wouldnt be too bad.

You push the door as a bell rings on top of you, "Is this some kind of witchery shit? I cant die yet."

"Hello, please take a look around.." An old lady with weird jewelry surrounding her whole body with her cloak and accesories.

"..Okay?" You become a little frantic but you push aside your worries and call yourself out for being judgemental.

"No way. This actually looks cool." You grin as you look around the shelves and cabinets containing crystals, jewelry, paintings, and some other stuff that you know, old people like her use. Sorry.

"Well young lady, found anything yet?" The elder woman asks.

"Not yet."

"Come here."

You raise a brow but still walk closer to her, as a grin forms in her lips as she chuckles and leads you to a couch with her weird witchfraft items displayed all over the place.

"Sit down, young one." You do as she says, and sit down the okay looking couch she has.

"Here." She opens my hands and gives me something, "A silver chopstick?"

"Are you gonna make me do something..?" You look at her perplexed and a little astonished.

"I swear to the heavens above, if I get kidnapped because I accepted a chopstick from a stranger im sprinting out of here. Im too judgemental, but the world is dangerous!"

She smiles and gives you a ribbon to go along with the silver chopstick, "Its on the house. Have a nice day." She creepily smiles as you frantically smile back at her.

"Weird." You mumble under your breath as you sprint out of the shop. "Anyways where to... Oh. I need to go to my mom and sister at the balcony."

You run to the balcony as it was decorated nicely wirh fairy lights, benches and fake grass to match the aesthetic of the area. There was also a swing that was decorated nicely with flowers, but weirdly enough, you were the only one there.

"Are people this busy shopping?" You mumble to yourself as you head to the swing to wait for your sister and mother.

Swinging around, with your phone in hand watching random instagram reels or tikrok videos as you wait for them to finish their glow up shopping spree for you.

You do notice people approaching you but due to the blurred glass, you couldnt see them that much.

Shrugging away the thought and looking away to look at the view was very much a wrong move.

You turn back to the direction where you saw them heading towards you, you see them ganging up on you with their arms crossed and face covered with masks decorated flamboyantly and covered with black cloaks.

"I dont have money." You stare at them in awe as you cross your arms and sigh at them, "Dont mistaken me for being a rich ass lady. Im broke as hell!"

The masked people look at each other and look at you concerned as if you were a patient from a mental hospital.

"Just knock her out, she sounds annoying." One of them says.

"I gladly volenteer." Another one replies.

You get knocked out and darkness surrounds your vision as you hear people screaming as they see you get hit by the masked people.

"She looks like she hasnt had a wink of sleep."

"Speak for yourself."

"You look terrible."

Your vision still engulfed in darkness as you hear two men speaking to each other as you feel the cold breeze and fire sparkling beside you which you found very weird.

Slowly waking up, you sit up and rub your eyes and revealing the two voices you heard while gaining conciousness.

"...YOU WOKE HER UP!"

"NO I DIDNT YOU DID??"

"YOUR VOICE IS TOO LOUD THAT IT CAN WAKE HER UP EVEN WERE WHISPERING TO EACH OTHER."

You look at them with fear and disgust as they both pause as they notice you looking at the two of them weirdly enough.

"Uh.. Hi." You manage to speak out.

"We found you passed out in the middle of the forest, are you okay?" The nearly bald with spikey thorn hair guy says.

"Im Soobin, and he's Hobak." The guy with fluffly hair introduces themselves as you digest this information.

"Im Y/N. Nice to meet you too?" You feel a little more at ease with them as you shift around the bed.

"Hobak says you passed out right? We carried you to my cabin and gave you some herbs to make you stay healthy." Soobin smiles as his dimples show with Hobak running his hands through his spikey hair.

"Well, wherever you live, we brought you here to the North from Daedo." Hobak says.

"...Where?"

"North from Daedo. Me and Soobin were exploring in Daedo but we live here in the north."

You were perplexed as you looked around the room, herbs, silk, jewels, plants and most importantly, paintings of a somewhat familiar historical figures.

"Is that.. the Kang family?" You manage to utter out weakly.

"Yeah, its the Kang Dynasty, whats the matter?"

"Where the hell am I."

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a/n: so sorry this took like one week to release, i had to do alot of stuff and couldnt finish the chapter because of my schedule. i'll be back ofc to write more of the chapters, and hope you enjoy! make sure to leave a heart!

-isabelle

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