#dark swan had no idea what was going on half the time and i love her for it

[youarejustintime]

Emma: *does something to Henry that is very similar to what Cora did to Regina*

Also Emma @ Regina: baby idk why ur so mad at me ilysm :(

[bitchimasnake-sss]

one last time ft. vinsmoke sanji!

a/n: continuation of my time travel series as asked by anon!! sanji, lost you when you were both 27. now, three years later, aged 30, the cook travels back in time and sees you again. *cue angst* not proofread, im so sorry for mistakes!

warnings: none!! just my crappy attempts of writing angst tbh

"it makes no sense" nami mumbled, peering down intensely at the old cook as if examining her personal lab rat. the alleged thirty year old had materialized in the main room of the going merry through thin air; and nami had almost knocked him out with her staff.

"nami-swan let me-" the man tried to speak but the red-head cut him off, "you ate a devil fruit and you traveled back in time?"

"you're so gorgeous even when you boss me around-""

"sanji." nami cocked an eyebrow.

sanji sighed lightly, trying to reason, "well, i mean i actually ate like just half a bite of it. i don't think this time travel thing is permanent. i'll be out of your gorgeous hair in just a minute"

"no, you being here isn't the issue." nami corrected herself, "i think im just surprised is all. the idea that there exists something like this is just-"

but someone barged into the room before she could finish.

"what the fuck?" the swordsman looked at sanji, taken aback by the sudden blondie appearance, "he looks awfully like the shit-cook."

"it's nice to see you too, moss-head"

"ah-" nami groaned at the swordsman appearance, "well, i guess i'll explain to everybody. out on deck, both of you"

"why are you so tall?" zoro gave the older cook a nasty look.

"zoro, out."

"why is he so tall-"

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆

"so..." the younger, blonde man asked, "you're me but 30?"

the older man shrugged, "yes, pretty much."

"i cannot believe you committed to the bangs look for over a decade, sanji" you giggled, looking from the older version to the younger one.

"if you like it, then i can keep it for the rest of eternity, my love."

you laughed again, sending the cook an amused look, "sure, i like it."

while the younger cook was swooned at your words, sending you a love-struck gaze. the older was busy contemplating whether he wanted to hug you so hard till his ribs broke down and he disintegrated within you, or if he should keep his distance, saving himself all that hurt.

your hair was choppier and the strands moved gently in the wind, the tresses cashmere kisses against your sun-kissed skin. all the signs of aging were absent from your skin, all those signs of you and him together were gone, just like that. as if you and he hadn't existed at all.

there was no scar on your lips from the time you fell down in the dark while sleepy, no cuts on your arms and legs from battles long gone. every evidence of the life you and sanji had built together was gone, leaving a twenty-three year old you behind.

well, technically that life was yet to come. it would take you and his younger version another five months, 23 days and 6 hours till you both got together. atleast, if his calculations were correct.

it would take you another 9 years, 2 months and 4 days to leave him. he knew those calculations by heart.

and so, sanji held back the urge to ask you if you liked two sugars in your coffee right now too? and did you light up when the moon was out in all it's glory? did your favourite constellation stay the same as years passed you by? did you look the same when you kissed him awake? did-

instead, he said nothing and stared at you, transfixed.

when ussop shook the older cook awake, the blonde man gave the younger crew members a pained smile. and when luffy jumped up and down, asking whether the cook still cooked, sanji found himself laughing and offering to make a meal.

atleast, this way, he could resign himself to an old kitchen, boundless memories and endless suffering, away from your ghastly presence.

the door stood ajar and you slipped inside just as silently like you always did when you wanted to surprise him in the kitchen. he looked up from the chopping board, well-versed with every one of your silent exchanges.

"want some help?" you offered, walking over leisurely and standing opposite to the man on the kitchen island.

the man looked down, focusing on not cutting his fingers up, "uh- no, thanks."

"damn, did you change?"

"hm?"

"where's the added "my love", "mon cheri" or "darling" at the end?" you cocked up an eyebrow, giving him a confused look, "don't tell me you lost those with time, that'll be a real shame."

sanji looked up, dumbstruck at you.

ofcourse he didn't. how could he? how could he when you were all that and more to him. under breathy whispers, loud declarations of love and silent hums in the dark of the night, you were every stringed syllable in every language to him.

he must have been silent for too long cause you shook your palm in front of him, paranoia sewn into your skin, "i mean it's okay if you lost it. like, it's not that big of a deal-"

and sanji laughed.

"excuse me? it's not nice to laugh at a lady."

"you looked so adorable like that." he looked down at the chopped vegetables, hands skillfully adding the veggies to the heated pan. then he looked up through his eyebrows, skillfully avoiding your gaze fully, "you're quite cute, love."

"uh-" your ears went red and you looked away, "thanks? y-you too."

"how have you been, yn?" he looked back at the food, his voice was tender. every hitch of the breath was audible against the backdrop of distant laughs from the crew.

"oh?" you replied shocked. then you smiled, "good. i'm good."

"good?" he repeated, ever so slowly as if turning the word on the tip of his tongue to remember the way you said it.

"yeah, i've been good, sanji."

"i'm glad." he pursed his lips, turning his back to you under the lie of fetching bowls from the cabinet.

"what are you cooking?" you asked, leaning over and peering at the vessel on the stove.

even without turning, he said, "you'd lose balance, careful now."

you marveled at the simmering dish, looking at his back and smiling real big, "you're cooking hand-pulled noodles with broth?! i think its my new favourite dish! i tasted it like a few days ago and i've been dying to eat it againn"

sanji smiled, still turned away from you, "is that so?"

as much as sanji prided himself at his ability to identify you from lightyears apart, at his ability to hear you in the noisiest room, he must have not been paying attention.

because you had sneaked up behind him and pressed yourself against his back, giving him a hug. you smiled gummy against his back muscles, "thankyou! thankyou! thankyouuu!!"

sanji froze under your casual touch. after a second, mindlessly, he lay his bigger hands on top of yours, relishing in the way you felt under him. he closed his eyes, trying to etch the moment in his memories. then he smiled again, promising against the thin air, "i will make you this as many times as you ask me."

"really?" you beamed again, letting go and standing beside him, "promise me?"

"i promise you." he gave you curt nod, melting under every one of your happy dance moves.

"now i would bother you for the rest of our lives." you stuck out your tongue at the blonde man.

"i would rather not be bothered by anyone but you, my love."

"aww-"

"hey geezer." the younger cook stood at the door, eyeing the negligible distance between you and the older man, "get away from yn-chan, you fucking pervert."

"rich coming from you, mr. nosebleed" the older man gave the younger a dirty look.

"HEY THATS NOT MY FAULT"

"SAAAANJI" luffy whined from outside, "ARE YOU DONEEE? WE'RE STARVINGGGG-"

vinsmoke sanji, aged thirty, yelled back "YEAH LEARN TO WAIT SOME MORE."

"YOU'RE SO MEAN SANJI! I MEAN- OLDER SANJI? I MEAN SANJI??- alee? I MEAN THE COOK OF MY SHIP?? NO, THE COOK OF MY FUTURE SHIP-"

"JUST SHUT UP LUFFY." the two blondes yelled in unison and you laughed one last time, lighting up the kitchen on fire.

oh wait, no. that is just the smoke due to the burning veggies in the pan.

well, fuck.

atleast you were laughing. and sanji would have killed entire nations to see that sight again, so, what were a few vegetables for the sacrifice?

[luimagines]

Ok hear me out I just thought of something.

We’re all familiar with the swan princess, right? If not, look it up it’s awesome. I love any and all iterations of that story.

ANYWAY!!!!!!! We all like a little romance in the fandom right? So lemme explain this thought I just had… a swan princess-ish type of LU story?

Basically, what if the Chain find a bird (you can pick any bird you want but I recommend a crow.) being injured by a small group of monsters. The Chain save the crow and heal its wounds before going about their business.

The crow then starts to follow them. It’s a little awkward at first but the crow eventually becomes like another member of their group like Epona and Wolfie (if this is pre Wolfie reveal. I’m not picky so anyone can say yes or no on that.) the crow helps them scout and navigate new areas, warns them of threats in the distance, and even brings them trinkets from time to time.

Anyway, one day after the Chain settle down for the evening they noticed the crow is on edge like its nervous… the Chain are wary because normally that means danger is around. But what actually happens boggles their minds. Once the sun has completely set and darkness falls upon the land… the crow turns into a girl (or whatever gender you want. I’m personally gonna go with a girl) who immediately is hiding in the bushes and asking to borrow a cloak. (Not everyone has magical clothes when they transform lol)

Turns out, the crow is actually a girl who was cursed! An evil warlock cursed her to forever be a crow except on the nights of a perfectly crescent, half, and full moon. When she can return to her human (or Hylian. Take your pick.) form. Basically, the warlock loved her beauty (or handsomeness.) and asked her hand in marriage three times. On the nights of a perfectly crescent, half, and full moon. She refused all three times. As revenge, he cursed her to take the form of a crow, a bird which was unanimously hated for being associated with evil. As far as she’s aware, she has to accept to warlock’s ���love’ and marry him for the curse to break.

When questioned on her reasons for sticking around and helping them out, she simply told them that they saved her life. Anyone else would have left her to die… or finished the job themselves. She was grateful and wanted to repay the favor. Of course, she also wanted to see if the journey they were on could help her find another way to break her curse, but that was just a bonus. She really did want to repay the favor of helping her. She’s been through so much as a crow… like I said, they’re associated with evil so people aren’t the kindest towards them.

Obviously there’s another way to break the curse, but only the warlock knows that. I haven’t EXACTLY thought of the details, because I don’t wanna copy Swan Princess too much… but finding true love is the basics.

Alright lovelies, that’s as far as the idea has run. Plz feel free to take this idea and run with it! Pick your favorite boy and let your imagination run wild! Or commission our wonderful Pinky here (yes I’m advertising for you. Accept it!) to continue this little idea for you.

As for you, Pinky, plz give feedback! Love your content so much! Have a great day!

You know, I've actually never seen or heard the story of the Swan Princess. So if I do get commissioned for it, I guess I have some research to do. XD

I thought it was going to go the route of Kiri from CR Campaign 2, but I was delightfully surprised by the change! OR! Maybe I can twist them both together to avoid ripping off the Swan Princess as a whole.

I think this is a stellar idea. I like it! So cute! <3

Thank you for sending this in!

[clus444]

John P. (90-day fiance)

Based on the show. I thought it was a fun idea. enjoy!! This will be slightly inaccurate since there is a lot of visa stuff that I don't know. Will it turn into a series, who knows?

*Thump thump thump thump*

Don't be irrational, don't be irrational..... Shit.

I feel my heart beating in my ass. My palms are sweaty, my chest feels tight, and I just hope I don't pass out. What if he changes his mind? What if he doesn't like what he sees anymore? What if, what if, what if. So many whats and no answers. Y/n get your shit together. I'm going to get off this plane and meet my fiance. If he didn't like me, he wouldn't have asked to marry me!

*Ding!* It's showtime.

I met John on a work trip to London. I was bored in a bar and John's eyes found me multiple times that night. His gaze lit me up like the Fourth of July. He sent me over a drink and of course, who was I to turn that down. I lifted the drink in thanks and shot him my most charming smile. He grins and walks over to me.

The rest is history. Within 21 days he proposed to me on a walk through Kensington Gardens (A real place, but I'm adding to it). We were walking where swans idly swim by, lights decorated the sidewalk to light up the path, and there was a flower stand not that far away from us. "Stay here," He kisses my lips before walking forward.

I look at the water to watch the baby swans lazily follow their mother. My heart warms when I see a black swan circle the mother. They bend their necks down slightly and lean beaks on each other as they gracefully swim. The shape of their necks creates a heart and I feel as if the universe is trying to tell me something. Swans mate once in their life, when they meet their other half it's truly their other half. I look back at John to see him make his way to me.

Is he my half? From the moment I saw him, I felt an energy change though subtle it was there. When I looked into his eyes I saw pass the protector, the hardened war hero, and the lonely man who sits by himself. I saw someone who restricted himself from leaning on someone. I saw someone who didn't need to be fixed but supported. John's gone his whole life being the shoulder to cry on, the helping hand, the man with the plan. Is wrong to want to be the one he leans on?

A grin is on his face and must be infectious because I can't contain the smile that grows on mine. I'd marry him if I could, god I would give him an army if he asked. But I'm here for work and well John? Im not quite sure. "My mother and father used to bring us here sometimes because it's where he proposed. This garden has a prominent price family history here. I can't help but think I would be making a mistake if I didn't do the same," he drops to one knee and I look at him shocked.

"Umm- John?" I ask and look around before he grabs my hand.

"When I saw you at the bar, you not only took my breathe away but the very darkness that clouds my mind. Darling, my heart starves for you and I don't want to be full. My favorite feature about you is your hands...you can create something out of nothing. Your hands have this power over me. They hold our future, they give your brain a creative outlet, and most importantly they hold our love. I just want to be the support beam," He finishes off and slides a plain silver band off the flower stems. "I'll get you a better ring tomorrow, this is all he had and I did;t want to wait any longer. Will you marry me," He asks.

I step off the plane and twirl and ring around my finger. I truly can't believe this is happening. Most of me feel excited for this new chapter of my life. I feel lucky to have John by my side, appreciative. Though if you asked him he's the lucky one. I just hope he doesn't get cold feet or worse.

I walk until I find where to grab my bag. I haul it out and begin walking to the cafe inside the airport. I order a small tea with lemon and honey. My phone buzzes.

Pornstache- Ass is getting fatter, Definitely my doing.

I laugh and turn around to try to spot John. I see a tan bucket hat first and my man second. I put my stuff down and speedwalk to him. I aggressively grab his shirt and pull him to me. He quickly responds and cuffs the back of my head to kiss me deeper. I moan and he pulls back,"My wife is here, finally."

I giggle like a catholic school girl, who has just shown her ankle to the newspaper boy. I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers. "It appears so, though the wedding is in 90 days," I grab his hand to pick up my tea from where I left it on the table. He grabs my bag and we start on our way to the exit.

"I almost forgot to tell you. We got a full house when we get home," I hear him say that and look at him. I almost forgot about meeting his family. The only thing I can do now is nod and smile.

(I wanted to end it there but I love smut yall! I have a problem!)

On the ride to his house, I feel John slide his hand over my thigh. I squeeze before opening them slightly. He smirks and rubs circles with his thumb on my right left thigh. We glance at each other and I give him a cheeky smile. His hands slip into my pants and panties. His forefinger traces my folds lightly parting them to get to my pearl.

He draws fast circles on my clit and I push my hips forward. I moan and lay my head on the headrest. My clit surges vibrations all throughout my body. I can feel a second heartbeat where his fingers beatbox on my clit. The nerves that were tightly winding up my chest slowly dissipated. My breathing shortend for other reasons now and not panic. "I wanna test her so bad. Can tell she's been missing me, poor thing," he talks to my pussy.

She responds in clenches as I feel his thick, rough fingers enter my slippery folds. "mmmmm," I hum out and start rocking against his hand to cum faster. "Please, I wanna come," I beg for him to not tease. To give me this release and let my mind fill with thoughts of nothing. He grins and adds a finger then starts angling up. I arch my back and my heart pounds in rhythm to my pussy.

This is going to be a long ride.

Masterlist

John - Soap - Gaz - Simon

[halfratsalready]

Help me figure out what fic to write next! ✨

I feel like I’m in a weird limbo after finishing the first arc of the Lose Yourself series and I have a few ideas floating around in my head for what to write next (after the Wanderrose fic exchange, at least), but I have no clue which one to focus on.

So if you happen to like my silly little stories and want a say in what my next fic is, I’ve got some ideas and a poll below the cut! 💕

Idea I: Dark & Angsty Murder Mystery 🔪

I've discussed this one on here before so it might sound slightly familiar, but this would basically be Angst: The Fanfic. If you thought any of the Lose Yourself series was angsty, this fic is probably 10x worse. Part of me worries it's a little bit too dark to be a Just Dance fic. Multiple murders (though not described in detail), an intense attempted murder (that is described in relative detail), and some of that patented Night Swan mind control, plus some supernatural elements later on. But also a sizeable portion of it is Brezziana and Disocball playing detective and trying to solve a rash of murders, which should be very fun, in a weird and kinda dark sorta way.

Wanderrose ft. best friends Jack & Brezziana. Also featuring Discoball, Sara, Mihaly, Mothigan, Cygnus, Felicia, Boss Witch, Si'Ha Nova, and Agent D

I have the first chapter and a half written of this one already. It would be 9 chapters total.

Idea II: Angsty Jack-Centric Post-JD24 Fic 🥀

This is an idea I've had for a while but haven't really gotten around to properly outlining. This is based on my theory of sorts that Night Swan exploited the wrong weakness when targeting Jack in Dance With the Swan, where she realizes after the events of JD24 that she hadn't done it right and approaches it from a different angle. Basically just a lot of Jack-centric angst, a lot of Night Swan & Jack interactions, and a world where Treasure Jack may or may not actually become more than just an illusion...

A lot of Night Swan & Jack but definitely featuring at least some Wanderrose. Also featuring the Just Dancers, Si'Ha Nova, and the Traveler, and maybe some others.

I haven't even outlined this one yet, so I have no idea how long it would be.

Idea III: Significantly Less Angsty & More Random Self-Indulgent AU (Actually a "Silly Little" Fic This Time, For the Most Part, at Least) ✨

I've been toying with the idea lately of an AU where Leda and Sara were sisters on earth and Sara has been searching for her sister. I think it would be fun to do some intentional canon divergence (and not just have my fics' canon be derailed by a new event). There's a few directions I've considered taking this in, including Jack ending up on earth (there's like two or three ways for that one to happen and like two or three directions I could take it in) or Sara's adventures in the Danceverses just going really differently.

Still a lot I'm not sure about with this one but it's been bouncing around my head since Night Swan: The Prequel dropped, so here we are. Definitely would have Wanderrose cuz they own my heart.

The Poll

I have no idea which idea I really wanna commit to following through on first. Every time I think I'm leaning towards one, I end up leaning towards another. So I'm throwing these out there in the hopes that a few of you will be able to help me out with your opinion!

If you wanna share your thoughts in the comments or reblogs also, I’d love to hear what you have to say, so I don’t have to wait the whole week for the poll to finish to be able to see which idea(s) is/are getting the most interest!

[honeii-puff]

2024 Fic Review

I was tagged by @m34gs, you can view their post here.

Statistics

My Top 5 Fics by Hits:

Of Flowers and Cat-Tails - Catwin fic, Flower Shop/Tattoo Parlor AU It's Quicker and Easier to Eat Your Young - Sorvus fic, s7 prediction with Half-Elf!Soren, Co-written with @sorinethemastermind Oh Brother of Mine (It's been a long, long time) - SoC oneshot where Matthias meets Jordie in the afterlife Well, you don't know me (but I know you) - SoC oneshot where Kaz bakes for the crows The Swan Upon Leda - TDP Sorvus fic, arc 3 where Soren leaves and gets a daughter

My Most Bookmarked Fic:

Of Flowers at Cat-Tails - (see above)

How Many Words I Wrote in 2024:

89,624

QUESTION THINGS:

What was the most surprising thing about writing in 2024: Probably the amount of traction my Catwin fic got. It was the first fic I ever fully completed (not including oneshots), and I found out that my friend's mom read it before she even knew me. So, that was fun.

What was the most enjoyable thing to write: By far, my s7 prediction fic with @sorinethemastermind, it has been a blast, and we are far from done!

Which fic is the most underrated: Probably stop my pain (it's crashing down, the sound of thunder), the platonic catwin oneshot I wrote for whumptober. It was my first technically MCD, but he came back to life so I don't think it counted. But yeah, I think I did really good.

Which fic(s) had something "cut" or an idea that never happened: Ooh, in And with your mermaid hair and your teeth so sharp, Soren and Rayla weren't going to be friends originally; they just knew each other from being in close proximity. Rayla would've barely tolerated him, but my writing got a mind of its own and BOOM friendship.

Which fic(s) did you want to write but didn't get around to: Ohhh my Del Bar Soren AU. I got partway through chapter one. Also this au I had where Corvus was a sorcerer who lived in the woods, and Soren was a shapeshifter who could turn into a small dragon and ended up being his familiar. Corvus would've ended up taking Callum on as an apprentice, too. Really loved that idea.

Any WIPs that never got published: A few. I was rewriting an old WoF Human HS au titled Welcome to the Playground, but lost inspo so that didn't end up getting out. There was also This Is How Villians are Made, which was my Arcane Maddie backstory about her in Noxus because I find her super interesting. I'm usually pretty good at posting my WIPs, my issue is usually just finishing them lol.

Share a snipped from a WIP fic: I'll do you one better- ya'll can get a snippet from my original story Hollowed Pearls:

Salome glanced up from her book every few pages, towards the Libor harbor. Energy pulsed through her veins, but she wasn’t sure if that was the wind tugging at her, desperate to be manipulated, or because her sister was finally home again. Her eyes landed on The Sun Howler, her sister’s esteemed vessel, with its cream sails emblazoned with her emblem; a sun with a dagger stabbed through the center. The rest of the ship was a dark wood, worn from its time on the sea. She still remembered the first time Maeve set out overseas. She wasn’t captain then, instead just a sixteen year old with a wish and a plan. Salome was eleven then, and remembered running down the dock, her bare feet hitting heavy against the wood while trying to chase the ship, while Maeve was waving back at her. That was five years ago, and those five years seemed to have passed by in a blur. Maeve would come home between adventures every now and then, never saying any longer than a weekend, before letting the tide pull her back out and into a new adventure.

8. Which fic was the one you were most excited to write: I'll have to say, my Sorvus Coffee Shop AU But after sunlit days, one thing stays the same (rises the moon). I just love the cozy gays. 9. Fic hopes for the New Year: I'm really hoping to focus less on fics, actually, and more on my original story. But on the fic front, I do want to finish up my WIPs, tie up loose ends, yknow that jazz.

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[sergeantrosabellaswan]

War Orphan, CHAPTER 2 KING STEVE & DEAF THEIF LITTLE SISTER OFC

SUMMARY: King Steven of Brooklyn discovers a secret that his gruff father kept from the world. Now with the older king long dead, Steve wants to introduce Johanna Swan to the royal court. What happens when spies, poison and secrets meets them at every turn?

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: chapter two- let’s go woodpeckers!

LINE BREAKS BY @firefly-graphics

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1076

Steve huffed out an annoyed sigh as he planted his hands onto his hips and looked around him. It was Sunday afternoon, and people had just gotten out from church and were now mingling and chatting idly. He had thought that he would stake out the church, thinking that Johanna would be a regular attendee, only to find that he had been in vain.

“Stevie, I don’t think she wants to be found.”

The king’s only response was to let out an irritated grunt, spinning around a few times with her hands on the back of his head.

“Don’t say that now Buck,” he warned his childhood friend with a low growl. Then he saw the baker’s son- Matthew was his name- hurrying off on his way with an armful of unsold loaves from the day before. “Come along now! I have an idea!”

“Oh woe be me,” Bucky bemoaned playfully as he hurried up after the king, the both of them blending into the crowd.

“Johanna went into his father’s bakery yesterday,” Steve remembered with a hum. “Maybe he knows where she’s hiding out.”

Bucky could only groan softly as he followed close behind- when Steve had a mission in mind, he would complete it no matter what.

The two men kept quiet and were certain to duck away  whenever the young man would stop and glance behind him until he finally reached a decrepited building in the poorer parts of Brooklyn. People were out and about in their too small, well worn, patched to the point where it was more patches than clothings.

Bucky looked behind him and saw his friend was dropping coins every so often while staring straight ahead of him.

“Buck, do you think my father knew?” he asked, looking around and then scowling when he realized that Matthew had disappeared.

“It honestly would not surprise me much anyways.”

A woman materialize out of from the empty space between two houses. She was stunning, with long, slim limbs and a slender face with hazel green eyes and a long, thin red braid.

“This Johanna?” Bucky muttered, not taking his eyes off from her.

She overheard him.

“What is your business with her?” She did not phrase her words as a question.

Steve’s hand dove into the pouch on his belt, where he took out a letter between Johanna’s mother and his late father.

My love-

Johanna lost a tooth today. She was eating an apple when she suddenly realized that she must have eaten her tooth. Poor baby was crying at the idea of not receiving a copper from the tooth fairy. Should I tell her that the tooth fairy will still come and pay her a visit regardless of whether or not she had a tooth to trade for coin? You know of how much I hate it when she cries- she is truly your daughter.

The green eyed redhead squinted at the letter before spinning around and vanishing into thin air once more.

“Now what?” Bucky asked, his eyes darting about as his hand tightened on his sword.

“I think we wait,” Steve suggested, leaning up against a closed storefront and turning his attention to the limp crowd of people.

~xoXox~

I watched the king and the captain of his guards from my place in the alley right across from them. The young king was a handsome fella, with hair as yellow as a gold coin and eyes as blue as the sky at noontime. He was tall and well built and walked with a certain kingly pride. His captain of the guard was also handsome, although in a rugged type of way with dark waves that brushed his shoulders and a scruff over the lower half of his face. The blond carried a simple knife in the small of his back and the brunet wore a sword at his hip, and I could only figure that both men knew how to work their weapons.

A nudge at my elbow drew my attention to the person standing slightly behind me- Matthew, the son of the baker. He was a few inches past six feet tall, with dark strawberry blond curls and dark green eyes set into a face of tanned skin and expressive lips. His arms were muscular from working in the back of his father’s bakery kneading dough and mixing ingredients to let the dough rise to triple its original size.

Hey, he greeted me, his face soft and gentle. How are you doing?

I snorted, jerking my thumb over towards where the king and his childhood friend were lingering, both clearly waiting for something.

Or rather, someone.

What do they want? Matthew’s nose crinkled as though he had just gotten a noseful of something that reeked.

No idea, I answered. But I kind of don’t want to find out why they’re tailing after me.

And with that, I twirled around and all but disappeared from where I stood, leave Matthew alone.

From where I had whisked myself off to, I saw his chest rumbling with laughter as he shook his head.

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[lyta-roca]

I have several ideas for different fics about soul mates. But one of them is about Daimoniums.

To be more specific, this will be a different universe with the premise of the His Dark Materials series of books and series, which is:

- Daimoniums are animal-shaped manifestations of their human’s inner persona

- children’s daimoniums don’t have a fixed form, they can shape-shift at will

- “settling” happens when your daimonium takes their final form during your teenagehood

- touching another person’s daimonium is usually a no go if you’re not lovers

- interactions between daimonium and a human that isn’t “their own” are rare

- interactions between daimonium are usual

- daimoniums are usually of the opposite sex to their humans

- daimoniums can only stay a few meters away from their humans. The pulling is painful and can lead to death

- daimoniums have their own heartbeats and fade into nothingness when they die

- if your dæmon dies, you die, the same if it is the other way around

- your parents’ daimoniums usually name your own daimonium

Although for this fic a slight change will be made which will be this:

- your daimonium is the manifestation of the inner self of your soul mate

As the bond of a human and their Daimonium is special, when they meet their other half it is something that both feel instantly.

So, with this premise I would like to know your opinions about the Daimoniums that will represent our protagonists.

In itself, the main couple will be Bowuigi but there will also be some other interaction from Peachrio.

Peach.

Dingo.

As I mentioned, this would be the representation of Mario's inner self.

I chose a dingo to represent Mario because Dingo, regardless of whether they are dogs or wolves (there are still scientific doubts about that), are very fast and agile, and just like a canine, they watch over the safety of their pack. Just like Mario protecting his loved ones, and goes so far as to try everything to make sure of that.

So in this case and following the premise of the film, Peach would arrive at the mushroom kingdom just as they showed us, but with the difference that this time she would be accompanied. At first it would be difficult for the Toads to get close to Peach because the little Dingo would make them recoil every time they try to touch her.

Coming a bit to the events of the movie, I plan on showing a bit about the Toads' interactions with the Dingo.

That if, as Peach came into this world very young, both she and her Daimonium do not know why they have that connection but they do know that it is something special.

Mario.

Swan.

I think a Swan is a good representation for Peach for two reasons.

The first more than anything is because swans are almost everywhere synonymous with beauty, elegance, love and fidelity. Second is because the swans defend their young and nests with everything, in this case as Peach takes care of her kingdom and her people.

Just as Mario has seen to Luigi's well-being since they were children, so would his Daimonium. Just like when Mario feels down because of family pressure about employment, his daemon would be there to cheer him up.

With his first encounter with the princess, I imagine that like Peach, her Dingo would act defensively because he would believe that they are in danger, only for after having left them lying on the ground, they both notice a slight change in the environment, something much warmer.

Mario and his Daimonium would feel the same way but unlike Peach and the Dingo, they would know what it means.

Luigi

With this one I certainly had difficulties:

Ocelot.

I know Bowser is a reptile, but I like the idea that his inner self is more like a cat. The Ocelot is a territorial animal and they tend to make ambushes. I have also seen many fanarts and read many fics that make Bowser purr and have some feline aptitudes, and the truth is that I love his cat version of Super Mario 3D World. So I imagine that Luigi's Daimonium would always be defending him, having a more extroverted attitude compared to Luigi, which would also cause him problems because we know that there is never a lack of mockery.

His first meeting with Bowser would be somewhat awkward and somewhat terrifying on the part of Luigi.

Well, now I'm going to explain a little what I want to do with Luigi and Bowser. So watch out for a few spoilers for the books and the His Dark Materials series.

Knowing that the human world and the world where Bowser and Peach live are not the same, I am going to take it as what are different dimensions

That is why neither the Toads nor Peach knew why she and the Dingo had that bond, because in this dimension there are no Daimoniums. So Bowser doesn't have one.

In their first meeting, Luigi's Daimonium tries to stay with him all the time as comfort and to protect him, at some point Bowser would order his subjects to separate them but both would desperately ask that they not do so because that would imply that strangers would touch Luigi's Daimonium and that being separated, they would have difficulties because a human cannot be at a certain distance from their Daimonium. Bowser wouldn't understand why they would both make such a fuss about it, so he does it himself and this is where the bond happens. Bowser may not have Daimonium but he is somehow connected to Luigi, when he took the Daimonium he felt a light current of electricity through his body, something he had only heard happen in tales and legends.

And that is where I will count because the rest I will write for the complete fic.

What do you think?

By the way, in all this I never addressed the Daimoniums by their names because the truth is that I don't have them yet but I would love for you to help me choose their names. You could comment on it or put it in your tags.

It must be remembered that Peach came to the mushroom kingdom very young, so it must have been the Toads, in this case Toadstool who named her Daimonium. While in the case of Luigui and Mario, it was the Daimoniums of their parents who named theirs. And the Daimoniums are the opposite sex of their humans.

As a bonus and also goes hand in hand with Spoilers, when an individual who does not possess Daimonium crosses into a dimension where they do exist, that individual will go through a somewhat painful process where their Daimonium will take form outside of their body. So yes, there is still a chance that Bowser will get one but time will tell because I already have the perfect animal to represent Luigi.

And I have to say that the idea of all of this it's thanks to RebecaAnabelBurrows and to her amazing fic "Settling down"

Such a wonderful fic.

[writeforfandoms]

How Did You Love 9

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This was supposed to be out yesterday but the home internet took a swan dive and there was no way I was formatting all this on my phone. 

You learn something new from Nova, and Dave finally takes his turn. 

Warnings: Swearing, grief, general malaise, feelings of lethargy and inadequacy, mention of blood and injuries.

Word count: 2.3k

That day was a little… listless. You didn’t do much, honestly. You just… hurt. Your heart ached for these men, for their hurts and their lives and their deaths that hadn’t yet happened. You didn’t even know if they would still happen, not really. Nova hadn’t exactly been clear on what was going to happen, after all. 

Frankie let himself in around noon, took one look at you, and quietly promised that you’d have the day to yourself. Both numb and aching, you nodded, and he left. 

You needed quiet. You needed time. You needed to hurt less. 

But you could at least get some answers. 

Mind made up, you spent the rest of the day working through some things. Some emails, some work, some personal stuff. And you did your level best to block out the blood and the wheezing and the desperation from your dreams. 

Nobody bothered you all day. Frankie was as good as his word. You had no idea what he’d said or done to keep everyone away, but you were grateful all the same. You needed this time to yourself. 

Nobody even knocked to ask you to come to dinner, and you made yourself a quiet meal. Good enough.

Finally, after dark, you decided you were done waiting. You needed to know. 

So you went upstairs. 

“Nova?” You asked quietly, setting down to sit on the roof. You’d brought a blanket and a cup of herbal tea, content to wait as long as it took for them to show up.

Rather to your surprise, Nova appeared beside you very quickly tonight. “Yes, dear?” 

“What happens to the ones I don’t choose?” You looked over at them, searching their galaxy gaze for the truth.

Their brow furrowed, just a little, before clearing again. “Ah,” they sighed. “We had wondered if you would ask.” They were quiet for a moment, and you let them take their time. “The ones you don’t select will go back to their own time.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. “What?” you breathed. 

“There’s no reason for them to stay here,” Nova pointed out with a shrug. “If you don’t select them, that is. They were brought here for you, not for themselves.”

“But they’ll die,” you whispered. 

“Yes. They will.” Nova shook their head a little. “And it will not be your fault, my dear. Not even a little. They had more time, because of you.” They were quiet for a moment. “If it will be a comfort to you, I can promise they will feel no pain.” 

You took a deep breath, very carefully around the sudden lump in your throat, and found you couldn’t speak. You simply nodded. 

“Was there anything else?” Nova asked gently. When you shook your head no, they nodded. “Don’t let this bother you,” they said. “Try to sleep.” 

And then they were gone, leaving you with your whirling thoughts and tears clouding your vision. 

Sleep was a long time coming. 

Knocking on your door woke you, and you groaned softly but hauled yourself out of bed and to the front door. You half-expected Frankie or Marcus, who so far had proved to be the most sensitive.

So you were surprised to find Dave instead. “Um. Hi?”

“Get your shoes.” He looked you over once, assessing. “And a jacket.” 

You blinked. Twice. “Why?”

“We’re going out.”

“We are?” You raised one eyebrow. 

His lips twitched in a little smirk. “You had your day yesterday,” he said, tipping his chin up. “Today you need a walk and a solid meal. It will help. I promise.”

You hesitated, unsure if you actually wanted to go out and be social. It was just… a lot. Everything was a lot. And it was all effort, and you didn’t know that you had the energy for that. 

But something about his voice when he promised made you believe him. So you nodded and went to get properly dressed. 

Dave was still waiting in the doorway when you came back, dressed and ready to go. He nodded once, approving, and led the way. 

“Are we going anywhere in particular?” you asked, unable to entirely quell your curiosity. 

“Not yet.” Dave shrugged, glancing over at you and slowing his pace just a little, allowing you to walk next to him. “For now, walking and fresh air are all I have in mind.” 

Satisfied with that, you nodded your agreement with this plan. The two of you were quiet as you walked, and you let Dave dictate where you went, simply keeping up with him. Which wasn’t a bad thing - it left you free to focus on the sunshine and the faint breeze. 

Fingers at your elbow had you pausing, and Dave nodded to the entrance to a park. You nodded your agreement, and he led the way in. 

“Better?” he asked quietly, tucking his hands in his pockets. 

“Better,” you agreed with a little smile, drawing in a deep breath. It smelled good here, green and earthy and with only bits of traffic smell. “How did you know?” 

His lips quirked and he looked forward again. “It’s worked for me several times,” he admitted slowly, carefully, choosing his words with care. “Shutting yourself away never works. Not for long.” 

“Well, I can’t argue that.” You eyed him for a moment before you decided not to push and instead walked quietly with him for a while longer. “Thank you.”

“For bullying you into a walk?” He was definitely amused now. 

“For giving me a little nudge out of the door.” Your grin was almost certainly not up to your normal standards, but he still relaxed a little and nodded. “What do you do for work?” 

“Government.” He shrugged, stepping off the path to let a jogger go by. “Nothing too exciting.” 

You eyed him, debating if you should push more, when he turned the two of you down a different path. “You mentioned a meal, too.”

“I did.” Looking faintly amused, he steered you off the path and across the grass. “When you’re ready.” 

You looked at him for a few long moments, really looked. He was harder to read than the others, quieter and less emotive. But there was amusement in the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, something warm in the slight quirk of his lips. And, really, you had no reason not to trust him. So you nodded, letting him continue to lead. 

“Do you prefer to have lunch back at the village? Or would you prefer to bring it elsewhere?”

Curiosity piqued, you raised one eyebrow at him. “That’s an option?”

“It is.” Dave’s smirk told you that he knew you were curious… and he wasn’t going to tell you anything more.

With a soft huff, you shrugged. “I think there’s a smaller park close to the village.”

Dave nodded, accepting that, and fingers at your elbow once again guided you where he wanted. 

“What are you hoping for out of all of this?”

Dave didn’t jump, exactly, but he did blink at you. “What do you mean?”

“I mean… Well, there’s an end goal for me,” you said, speaking slowly, figuring it out as you went. “Even if it’s not anything I asked for. I know you didn’t ask for this either, but… What are you hoping for?”

Dave blew out a breath, his hand slipping into his pocket again. “I’d like to survive this,” he offered dryly. “Beyond that… I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh?” 

“Too soon to say.” He glanced at you, assessing and curious in equal measure. 

Your smile was a little sad. “I understand that.”

His eyes narrowed just a little and he huffed softly. “No undoing my hard work,” he grumbled at you more or less playfully. 

You chuckled. “Alright, alright,” you agreed, holding your hands up and out. 

“Wait here.” Dave paused outside the gates, waiting long enough to make sure you nodded, before he headed inside. Probably didn’t want you getting sidetracked by one of the others, at a guess. Which… fair. So far, you were working on giving them all one-on-one time, so it was only fair to hold to the same pattern for him. 

So you waited, more or less patiently. 

Dave was quick, returning with a backpack. But he didn’t let you ask, instead turning and starting to walk towards the nearest park. 

“Not gonna give me a hint?” you asked, half-teasing. 

A quick smirk was thrown over his shoulder. “You’ll see soon.” 

You pouted, just for a moment. “What if I don’t like surprises?”

“Then you have the kind of patience a monk would kill for,” came the deadpan reply, startling you into laughter. 

“Fair point.” 

“You’ll like it,” Dave promised, glancing at you as you both waited on a corner to cross. “Trust me.”

And, well… You could hardly say no to that. Not with just a hint of a smile tilting his lips, eyes warm and amused, a few flyaway hairs ruffling in the breeze. So you nodded. 

“At least I won’t have to wait long.”

“No, not long.” Dave huffed something under his breath, and you thought you heard the word “girls”, but you couldn’t be sure. So, to be on the safe side, you ignored it. 

“I don’t remember now, have you been to London before?” 

Dave nodded, making sure you kept pace as he walked across the street. “For work, yes. And many other places.” He shrugged, shifting the backpack just a little. “I don’t travel often for pleasure.” 

“Don’t like to, don’t have time?” 

“It’s… not my favorite. I prefer the comforts of home, when I can.” He looked away, swallowing once. “You can pick where you’d like to sit. Anywhere on the grass will do.”

You shrugged off the abrupt change in subject and instead found a suitable spot, and then stood back and watched as Dave laid out a blanket and a full picnic for the two of you. More than one dish was familiar, and you warmed when you realized those were dishes you’d gone for seconds of at dinner times, or exclaimed over. He’d been paying attention. 

“Help yourself.” Dave plopped unceremoniously onto the blanket, motioning to the plates and utensils already set out. 

“You know… I wouldn’t have expected this from you.” Glancing at him curiously, you sat across from him, taking bits of different dishes. 

He looked far too amused, turning one plate over and over in his hands. “Is that so?”

“You’re just so quiet most of the time.” You shrugged, a bit embarrassed now. 

“I will admit to pulling out some old tricks.” Dave shrugged, slowly taking some food for himself. “Even if I haven’t gone on a picnic since college.”

You perked up at the mention of his past. “Oh? Did it work then?”

Dave grinned, the expression so much more open that you were left stunned. “Better than I had hoped.” 

Oh. That was definitely fondness. Kinda made you wonder if you were stepping into something messy there, but he had said college, and he wasn’t wearing a ring, so… You shrugged the thought off. That was a later problem. If it even became a problem. 

It might not be a problem, ever. If you didn’t choose him. If he didn’t stay. 

If Nova sent him back.

Your heart clenched and your breath stuttered. Dave ducked his head a little to hold your gaze, holding one hand out for you to take.

“If there’s anything on your mind…” He spoke slowly, giving you plenty of time. 

“There’s a lot on my mind.” You sighed and then drew in a deep breath. “Just thinking about the future, I guess.”

“Oh?”

“Not mine. Yours.”

He went very still at that, gaze focused unerringly on you. The silence stretched between you just to the point of being uncomfortable, and then he murmured, “How do you mean?” 

“Just… thinking about life after this.” You swallowed the rest of what you could say - if he’d live after this. How you’d live with yourself after this. Knowing what you knew. Knowing what was coming. 

“Don’t think too hard about that.” Dave squeezed your hand, tugging you a little closer. “You’ll drive yourself crazy that way.”

A watery little laugh bubbled up out of you, and you nodded. You were already proving him right, after all. “You’re pretty good at this advice business,” you said, managing a more teasing tone. 

“Yeah, well, I’ve had some practice at it.” He shrugged, though he didn’t let go of you yet. “Tell me about your job.”

You blinked at the change in topic but obliged, starting slowly but gaining confidence as you spoke. Dave was a good listener, as it turned out. And he managed to keep you talking all through the rest of the picnic, even packing up the empty containers before you could help. (That earned him a pout, and he just chuckled at you.)

Finally, though, you both fell quiet again. He stood and offered you a hand up before packing up the blanket again. You turned away from him to look around the rest of the park, doing your best to ignore the ache in your chest. 

A soft call of your name made you turn, and you blinked to find Dave almost directly behind you. 

“A bit of advice, if I may?” At your nod, Dave nodded. “Don’t think about what anyone else wants here. Think about what you want. What you need. Everything else will fall into place.”

“But…” You trailed off, dismayed. 

Dave cupped your shoulders, stepping in closer. “No. No buts. In this, you must think of what you need. Not us.” He held your gaze for long moments until you nodded, then he stepped back. “Just keep that in mind.” 

Neither of you spoke again the entire way back to your temporary home.

[sebeksfannumber1]

I just think I made a great au in my head, but maybe it's kind of shitty???? (I mean, if you don't like the idea of the oc × sebek thing)

so, it's like a swan lake au but with crocodiles...

I HAVE TO EXPLAIN:

So, like, Sebek angers a powerful wizard when he goes out on an errand... even if it's normal for Sebek to be kind of loud and disrespectful to people (just when they're being disrespectful too), this time it was kind of justified??? He was literally going to the store to buy things to his dear Waka-sama when suddenly there aren't any of the things Malleus needed for the dorm.

He goes all: "noooo, the only thing I could do to Waka-sama for today had completely failed, I need to do things well, how could've fucked upppppp????" when suddenly a man comes out of literally nowhere saying that he has all he needs (azul ashengrotto's vibes...) if only sebek follows.

Sebek isn't a fool (he's just silly), but he's kind of desperate by that point. He plays hard to get for some minutes before accepting out of pure DESPAIRRRR, and he follows the man.

Sebek was waiting to get into a secret store or some dark market, but he wasn't expecting to be scammed again. The man starts saying that he only wanted to talk and see what Malleus' guard is about.

sus, sebek thinks, but he just starts explaining that he's completely worth of being Malleus' guard, like, what the fuck is the old man saying-

unfortunately, sebek goes from respectfully and patiently explaining to going feral and all "I hate humans" because the old man wasn't hearing him well.

they end up kind of fighting and sebek is just wondering why the fuck is he discussing with the strange man he knows from the streets.

sebek ends up realizing that the old man was against the humans and that he was also against Malleus Draconia, having a half fae guard... so he was guiding Sebek to the most chaotic event in his whole life.

so, like, the old man is done with sebek and somehow teleports them to a fucking lake that was close to the RSA school (THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FUCKING ISLAND) where he tells sebek that because of his stubbornness and disrespectful behavior, he will suffer from a curse until he's loved truly.

what is this curse? yeah, becoming a lil croc all day and only transforming into his original form at night.

sebek laugha out loud, saying that he is already loved by lots of people but the other man laughs louder when he tells him that he mean romantic love..

YEAH, ROMANTIC LOVE

and that's how the adventure begins. diasomnia on fire, Crowley is all nervous, sebek whining and becoming the king of crocs and me trying to make an oc out of an npc

[fiendfriend]

Thoughts on Kafka’s Metamorphosis (ballet) but if you're looking for something eloquent and well thought out, y'ain't gonna find it in here!

I finally decided to track down the royal ballet’s production of the metamorphosis after spending some time with a friend, mutually hating on that one atrocious Goodreads review of the novel itself. You know the one. Being generally ill and having had it impact my ability to work/”be productive” as well as my relationship with my family and to a certain extent my friends, I care quite a bit about the original text. I bought a copy from Border's in the 8th grade, read the majority of it sitting cross-legged on the floor of the aisle, and begged my dad to “loan me” the $12 to get it. No one really talked to me about this book and probed deeper into my investment in it until I was in a high school remedial English class. (It was jokingly called the burnout convention by students. Our teacher did not enjoy this in the slightest.) I think that was the first time I had a conversation like that with anyone beyond surface-level close reading that they teach you how to do throughout most middle to high school English classes. The kind that people get mad at on the internet. “Sometimes the curtains are just blue!” You know. I liked those activities and thought they were really fun, and wanted to learn how to do them at a more complex (?) level for all of the things I liked. Which, if I talk to you a lot, is probably pretty obvious. 

Anyway. The ballet. I wasn't sure what to expect. I’d only seen still images and avoided the trailers and official clips because I wanted to be surprised, but I knew it was going to be visceral, mostly because I don't think it’s possible for the metamorphosis not to be? But I don't really know how to interact with ballet aside from just sitting back and allowing it to happen. No idea where to start with breaking down any of the resulting interpretations or feelings afterward. 

The set is split equally into two rooms – Gregor’s bedroom, and the main room of the Samsa apartment. Everything is bright white and gradually becomes dirtied by a dark oil or grease that gradually gets spread around by Gregor himself while he writhes and contorts around alone in his room. 

I think what most surprised me, out of everything, was the I guess obfuscation of dialogue. Dialogue isn't exactly a thing in most (all?) ballet, so as far as I know with a half-assed Google search, this is an unconventional decision. My knowledge is limited. I’ve seen The Nutcracker like once, and half of Swan Lake. 

Grete, Mr. and Mrs. Samsa, the housecleaner, and the bearded men all speak at one point or another, but it’s completely unintelligible thanks to the backing score. Could be gibberish and I wouldn't know a thing! I enjoy this aspect quite a bit. Gregor Samsa is the protagonist here, and when your family is reacting to your existence with anger, disgust, and fear, I don't think the exact words matter at all. When your father is screaming and throwing apples at you, or the housecleaner is loudly and angrily shouting at you over a mess you cannot in any possible way clean yourself, the message is pretty clear. I keep thinking about it. I’ve been there, where I know for a fact somebody is angry at me in the other room, and they’re shouting or slamming things around, but I can't make out what they’re saying. It’s terrifying. It makes you feel like shit. The muffling of clear dialogue perfectly captures the fear and shame that come with anger and resentment. Grete at first continues to be warm toward Gregor, but she too comes to resent him when he becomes inconvenient. She goes from lying by his closed door and playing music to screaming at him within the span of twenty or so minutes. It’s easier for her to love him when he remains unseen in his room. Her quick turnaround seems to coincide with the three dark figures who appear in Gregor’s room at night. This is an aspect unique to the ballet. After some thought, I think these figures can be representative of the last affectionate tie Gregor had with other humans being in the process of severing. I’m taking the three dark figures to be Gregor’s “chaos”, opposite of the “order” represented by the three bearded men. They mark Gregor as being one of them with additional grease, as excreted by Gregor’s insect body. The room becomes gradually filthier as Gregor is neglected and negativity toward him builds up within the family.

Obviously, the section in which the bearded men appear is condensed quite a bit compared to the novel. The “order” of the bearded men and the main room of the Samsa apartment and the “chaos” of Gregor’s bedroom and Gregor himself meet within the span of one song, more or less, while the family dances with the bearded men. Gregor quickly escapes his room and spreads the dark oil/grease coating his body to the bright white of the kitchen, setting off the outburst from his father. In the novella, the apple becomes lodged in his back. He is still their family. There is no reason why he should not be included, save for the revulsion and resentment of others. He can’t be included, because the only way for his family to enjoy the order of the bearded men is through Gregor’s absence. 

I’m not familiar with dance as an art form at all. I fully trust that these professionally trained dancers are aware of the limitations of their bodies. Still, watching Edward Watson contort and writhe is painful at times. His body becomes foreign and upsetting and alien, easily invoking the mental image of a bug stuck on its back by splaying his fingers and toes and twisting his limbs, and it’s perfect. I found myself wincing in sympathy at any particular awkward movement that I know I’d hurt myself attempting. Fittingly, while he hurts to look at, and is covered in the dark grease of his perceived lack of humanity, his eyes are always perfectly visible and perfectly human. I’m so grateful that this was filmed the way it was. I really don’t think I would have come away with the same level of… whatever I feel about it if I hadn’t been able to see his eyes. 

There’s much more that’s stuck with me that I can’t exactly detangle this soon after watching, or only after watching it once. I may sit down and spend some more time with it in a little while, maybe a few days. There’s a lot I haven't touched on at all, like the score being filled with things like alarm clocks and train whistles and the way it seamlessly flows from beautiful to minimalistic to terrifying. Until I sort all that out, here are some photos of the production. First row of three by Alastair Muir, second row of three by Tristram Kenton.

[ali-anne-undertale-stoof]

Chapter 9 is out! It's short, so there's no second part this time.

Chapter 9: Sup, Scientist?

"well, at least i know where to go when I'm down in the dumps. heh." Sans said to no one in particular. With a place as cool as this, it's a wonder why it was so barren. Perhaps it was just a quiet day?

Either that or people didn't like the smell. Sans didn't think it was unbearable. A bit musty at best, but still. He's smelt worse. He has smelt worse.

The piles of human trash were particularly high today. One could find pretty much anything down here. A smashed vase, an uneaten candy bar, DVDs, magazines with strange childish drawings on all the people inside of them...

If there was anywhere Sans could find something like wires and scrap metal, it had to be here.

"welp. guess i shouldn't 'dilly-dally', as the great papyrus says."

Compared to the pile, Sans might as well be a Temmie standing next to the king. Actually, isn't a Temmie about half of Sans' height. He didn't want to think about the implications of that.

With an unnecessary breath, Sans swan-dived into the pile and started rummaging around.

Twenty minutes go by, and all the little man found was some old clothes and pieces of scrap metal. It's a start, but still not enough.

There was this cool sheet of aluminium, however. Sans may or may not have gotten distracted playing with the thing.

"ain't aluminium a fun word to say? aluminium. a la min ee um. minium. ala. aluuu. aaaaaaaluminium." He mused to himself with a chuckle. Wait, what was he doing again?

Oh, right! The parts.

"welp, nothing there." He swan-dived into another pile. This one was mostly just old clothes. What did he expect?

Many of these clothes were tattered and stained. Some were mostly fine, but others were completely unsalvageable.

He felt something slimy. Curious, Sans pulled it out, only to be confronted with the unfortunate realisation that he was holding a pair of torn women's underwear. It appeared to be stained with... SOMETHING of a dark colour.

"eugh!" The unlucky skeleton freaked out, tossing the underwear away. "eeuuwww..."

Note to self: wash your hands, Sans thought, before collapsing on the pile of clothes. That wasn't a good idea, as he quickly sank into them.

"w-whoops! help!"

Splat! He fell out of the pile with nothing but a strange hoodie on his face.

"welp. what did i expect?" Sans giggled a little as he gently lifted the heavy hoodie...

Well, it's certainly interesting.

It's tattered and torn, just like most of the other clothes. Loose threads abound, the zipper was broken but fixable, the drawstrings looked chewed, one of the pockets has a gaping hole in it...

But the colour! The colour was a bit faded, but Sans could tell it was a very lovely, calming shade of blue. The grey hood matched the zipper too, and the inside was knobbly, but soft. He bet that it looked wonderful during its heyday. In addition, it also appeared to be around his size.

"heya..." The skeleton grinned. "what's a hoodie like you doing in a place like this?"

Something about this hoodie drew Sans in. It looked like something Sans could fix. Perhaps make a few adjustments to it? It would surely need a new zipper, and the pockets could use a bit of stitchwork. In fact, the whole thing could use some stitchwork!

It was decided. Sans was definitely taking this home. Tying it around his clavicle and wearing the old thing like a cape, the skeleton went back to looking for scraps.

Half an hour went by. So far, so good. Sans managed to find some gears, scrap metal, and a vending machine with loose wires. Sans hoped that no one minded if he took the wires. He even found a pair of red leather boots in Papyrus' size! That should be enough for now.

The dork decided to try on those boots for good measure. They went right up to the top of his femurs. It's hard to walk around.

"heh, look at me, walkin' the walk in these boots." Like the dork he is, Sans waddled up and down the borderline swampy waters like it was a catwalk, before almost tripping on a mud patch. "whoa! whoa... heh. as bootiful as i look, i don't think papyrus would be happy with a pair of muddy boots." Off they go!

While Sans was sliding his feet back into his trusty blue crocs, he heard a quiet voice muttering from around a particularly large trash pile.

"No... No... Too small... That won't fit... Wrong material... Wrong shape... Ooh, why d-does this have to be so... d-difficult?"

"huh?"

Is someone here? Did they see Sans' fashion show? He really hoped not. That would've been embarrassing.

The master of stealth, he quietly sneaked around the pile to get a closer look at the monster.

Sans is a curious person at heart. Maybe that's why he was so fascinated by this new monster.

As he slowly crept up on the mysterious monster, parts of them steadily entered his line of sight. She was bright yellow and reptilian, with spines that resemble spikes going down the back of her head. She was wearing a dark brown jacket with white fluff around the hood and dark brown pants. They're notably barefoot. Lots of monsters go barefoot, so it didn't really come as a surprise to Sans.

However, what did catch his attention are their thick black glasses. That's a distinguishing feature for sure. The frames were stylised to look like eyelashes, and the monster tended to push them up from time to time just to inspect something. Another thing that caught his attention was the white and pink shirt they wore. No stripes, so they're not a kid. Instead, it's a mostly white shirt with pink, sparkly letters across the front of it. Sans squinted to read it.

NIM IR

Well, that was helpful.

The monster was on their knees, rummaging through one of the trash piles for scraps. So many scraps... Why didn't Sans go here before? He could use some of that.

"No... No... No..." The stranger just tossed aside perfectly good scraps like it was nothing. But that doesn't matter right now. They were looking for something very specific.

Sans couldn't help but wonder what they were looking for... and if he could help.

He didn't notice how close he was to her until he spoke.

"hey."

Immediately, the lizard shrieks. "AAAIIIIEEEEE!!! What was that? W-Who's there?!?!"

"whoa, whoa, easy, pal." He put up both his hands to placate them. "i don't mean harm. i didn't expect to rattle you like that. excuse me."

The lizard is still in shock. "U-Uh, I, uh... S-Sorry! I'm holding you up, aren't I? D-Do you want anything from this pile? I'm sorry, I should go..."

Wow. Sans had never met a more socially awkward monster in his life. And he thought Papyrus had some work to do when it comes to people.

Suppose it's time to display his foolproof strategy of being cool.

"hey, no worries. i was just curious about ya, that's all. you ain't holdin' me up."

Sans glanced down at her shirt to read it. ANIME GIRL. Ah, so she's a girl. Good to know.

"say, uh... i hope you don't mind if i ask. whatcha doin' out here, anyway?"

"O-Oh, I..." The reptilian glanced down at the pile of discarded scraps, then back to the strange skeleton just barely towering over her. If she stood up, then they'd be about equal in height, give or take an inch or two.

"I was j-just... looking for materials."

"materials?"

"Y-Yeah! I'm working on a project. There's this big job offering a-a-and I really, really wanna get it! Haha!" Oh god, she was not handling this well at all. At least this guy was being patient with her.

Well... Less patient, moreso curious.

"that's cool. what position is it?"

"Um... Have you heard of the Royal Scientist position?"

Sans froze. The Royal Scientist? He hasn't heard that title for ages. How long has it been now?

"Err..." Wow, she's REALLY not handling this socialising thing well. An awkward silence hung over their heads as both of them struggled to keep their minds in check. The so-called "anime girl" spoke up first.

"I'm guessing you... do know?"

Sans snapped out of his thoughts. "oh, uh... yeah. yup. big role, huh? hope you get it."

"Thanks."

Another pregnant pause.

"how are ya planning on gettin' in?"

"Oh! Uh, r-right. I'm trying to make a, uh..." She bit her tongue briefly before finally forcing out the words. "A robot with a soul?"

"a robot with a soul, huh? heh. i'm almost tempted to see how you're planning on pulling that off."

"You don't think I can do it?"

"no, it's not that, i just, uh..." If there was one thing Sans hated, it was when he accidentally upsets someone with his jokes. "ain't it impossible to just... make a soul outside of natural means?"

"W-Well... I have my ways." She looked to the ground with a confident, if a little sly, smile. That's new, Sans noted. Eh, it wasn't his business.

"well, if you believe in yourself, then that's enough to convince me." He gave a little shrug before peering at her scraps. The woman, similarly, caught sight of Sans' collection too.

"No way!"

"huh?"

"That metal, it's perfect for my project!"

"oh, you mean this?"

"Yeah! Those gears! They're the perfect size and everything. Are you planning on using it or something?"

"well... let's just say i have a little project of my own. those pieces of metal look perfect too."

A point and a wink, and the lizard's attention was cast back to the metal she discarded.

"Oh... Um... W-Well, I'd hate to be a bother, but-"

"you want it?"

The little nerd blanched at the offer. Oh jeez. She can feel that familiar 'Panic! At The Garbage Dump' feeling rise inside her chest.

"I- Er- I d-don't wanna impose-"

"nah, it's cool. i'd be more than happy to give 'em to ya. for a small fee, of course."

"Oh, thanks!" As her brain fully processed Sans' words, she squinted suspiciously. "What kind of fee?"

"ah, nothin' much, just 100g."

"Are you serious?!" This guy better be joking!

"more sirius than the stars in the night sky."

"I'm s-sorry, but I'm not paying 100G for THAT!"

"fine, then. how about 1000g?"

"That's even worse!"

"alright, alright... ten thousand."

"I will strangle you!"

Despite everything, the monster knew that Sans was just doing this to get a reaction. And boy, was she giving it to him!

"how are you gonna strangle me if i don't have a throat?"

She didn't know what it was, but something about this man instilled a sense of playful confidence in the to-be scientist. She stood up, only about an inch taller than him, crossed her arms, and glared at him with a playful smirk.

"I've read about skeletons, thank you very much. I could just reach in your eye sockets and shut your font off."

Scary! That made Sans flinch hard. "whoa, okay, lady! no need to go that far. you know what, since i'm such a kind skeleton, i'll give you a discount. my scraps for your scraps. sound fair?"

She was about to come back with another exasperated retort, but that deal actually sounded fair to her.

"C-Come again?"

"i mean it this time. i could use some of those scraps over there, and from the looks of things, you could use some of mine. so how about a trade?"

"I... would like that, actually." Once again timid, the lady handed over the rejected scraps to the weird skeleton, and he reciprocated in kind. "Thank you."

"eh, don't mention it."

This lady seemed pretty cool. She's smart, she knows how skeletons work, she's willing to play along with his jokes... And judging by her... everything, Sans could only assume she's just as much of a nerd as he is, maybe even more so! And her shirt all but screamed to Sans that she wasn't afraid to show it off, either. That sort of integrity can only be found in the most unapologetic of nerds, and it's one Sans respects deeply. A respect so deep that... perhaps this thing they have going on could develop into something more. Something like... a friendship? Well. It's about time Sans took a shot at something.

"hey, uh... if you ever need help with anything, i'm always in snowdin."

"W-What? Really?"

"yeah. consider it my charitable deed for the day."

"Oh. Thank you. Um... I would like that, actually. It would be nice to have someone helping me out."

"hey, no problem. let's exchange numbers."

They do that.

"Oh, uh, do you, by any chance, have an Undernet account?"

"nah, that's my brother's thing. he's always posting on it. sometimes i guest star in his videos, though."

"I see... Do you want me to help you get started? We can become friends on Undernet! I, uh... I'm not a big fan of phone calls."

"nah, i get it."

Sans passed the lady his phone, and bada bing bada boom, he's got an Undernet account!

"By the way, um... Sorry I didn't ask before, but what's your name?"

Oh, right. The names!

"fuhgeddaboudit. i'm not too good with names. the name's sans, by the way. sans the skeleton."

"Sans..." She smirked at him again. "How do you spell that?"

How many times is this lady gonna catch him off guard?! A nervous chuckle poured out of him. "w-what? it's said how it's spelt. spelt how it's said?"

A fit of hilarity exploded out of the lizard. Wow, this guy was fun to tease! If they really did become friends, she just knew he would be a lot of fun to be around!

"I'm kidding!" She passed his phone back with a goofy smile. "You're all set."

"oh, thanks. say, uh, what's your name again?"

"...Alphys."

"alphys... how do you spell that?"

The resulting laughter the two nerds shared was more than just about silly jokes and teasing. It was also about the beginning of a newly blossoming friendship.

[kiss-seokjin]

Bloody Needy

Title: Bloody Needy

Pairing: vampire Seokjin x witch reader

AU: Vampire au, witch au, supernatural au (not the show)

Rating: 18+

Synopsis: It is that time of year when all akin to darkness come out to party. You are sick and tired of being the only one in your friend ground single and with a dry sex life. So you send an offering to the god of love and sex, only for him to send you your ex, Kim Seokjin in return.

Wordcount: 4,536

Warnings: smut, some angst, swearing

Smut warnings: Belly bulge, big dick Seokjin, penetration, raw (wrap it before you tap it), size kink, marking, blood sucking, oral (m), handjob, fingering, degradation

Wattpad

A03

Thank you playmetheclassics for being my beta reader

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“And then he kissed me again!” Aubrey exclaimed, making the women at the table squeal in excitement. All except you, that is.

“Lucky!” Helen says. “Tom hasn’t kissed me all that much, though he does love to hold my hand.”

“Well, Michael and I have taken a step further, if you know what I mean,” Margret says, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Marge!” Aubrey exclaims again. “How scandalous!”

“They are married”, you say. “Of course, they’ve done it.”

“I do miss him, though,” Margret says. “I hope he can come home soon.”

That’s right. He’s off fighting in Asia for the war. The second world war. 1943 has been one hell of a year, that’s for sure.

“He better,” Helen says. “Oh, Y/N, you never said anything about yourself. How’s your love life going?”

“Bland as usual,” you say, almost wanting to grit your teeth. “I haven’t had any luck since I broke up with you-know-who.”

“You mean Seo-” Aubrey says before getting cut off.

“Don’t mention him!” Margret says. “You should try to find someone. We’re all getting to the age where we should start settling down.”

“Oh, I have tried some,” you reply. “It just hasn’t been successful.”

“Maybe there is something you haven’t tried yet?” Helen suggests.

“Maybe I haven’t,” you say, ideas swarming in your head. Then it clicks with you. Something you could do. But of course, no one can know about it. Because no one knows that you’re a two hundred-year-old witch, staying young as long as you do your annual ritual to the god of youth and fertility. Maybe you can do something similar with your love life.

Going home, you grip your coat tight, autumn breeze flowing down the street. You eagerly make your way into your apartment, going straight to the bookshelf for some mandatory research. There has to be something in here about how to do a ritual or sacrifice to the god of love and sex. For hours you scour the pages, looking for something. Then, hidden deep within a book, you find it. It lists out all of the ingredients and how to perform it. The page reads:

For hearts needy of love and lust, here lies the ritual of Amare, God of love and lust. First you will need to collect the ingredients below.

Five roses

One apple

Three maple leaves

Two ladybugs

One three leaf clover

One white swan's feather if you crave love

One black swan’s feather if you crave lust

You read on eagerly looking at the page. It’s all right there. Now you just got to collect the supplies.

After spending two and a half weeks traveling around the city collecting everything you needed. Then, on one cold night in the middle of October, you do your ritual. With your candles and runes in place, you begin your ritual. 

Following the instructions, you stick two feathers into the apple, one white and one black. You add the roses to the cauldron followed by the maple leaves and the now impaled apple. 

The three leaf clover is added next and you stir, all the while you chant in Latin over and over. The candles and runes flicker, letting you know it is working. After doing the said amount of stirring, you grab the jar that holds the ladybugs and set them free over the cauldron, sending your gift to the other side. Whatever that is exactly. You aren’t entirely sure what the Gods receive. But you are done, as anticlimactic as it was, and now all you can do is wait.

Your doorbell rings. Could it have worked so fast? You go and you see a letter has been slipped through your slot. Picking it up, you inspect it. There is no address on it, that’s for sure. You open it up, having a ticket and an invitation of some sort fall out. You pick them up, reading the invitation carefully.

Dear Ms. Y/N L/N,

You have been invited to the annual Others Ball. It is an honor to have you as a guest for the evening. The ticket is your way in. Please show it to the tenant at the elevator when you arrive. Below entails further details about the ball.

Date: October 31st, 1943

Time: 7:00 PM

Where: Worldwide Tower

See you there,

The Kim Family

You wince at every word. The Kim’s are your ex's family, and this just so happens to be hosted at their hotel, which they have owned for a hundred years. Though, what most people don’t know is that the hotel has been owned by the same set of people for all of these years. Long story short, they’re vampires. Wealthy ones at that. You have to wonder why you got a letter to a supernatural ball you haven’t attended since you broke up with Kim Seokjin fifty years ago. Is there some ulterior motive? You’ll just have to wait and see.

After what feels like a long month, October 31st rolls around. You have your dress picked out and do your makeup to perfection. It’s quite modern and you have to wonder how everyone will feel seeing you after all these years. You haven’t exactly kept in touch with many people on that side of life.

Rushing out the door, you make your way to the train. You shiver from the cold many times on your way to Worldwide Tower. On your walk to the train. Waiting for the train. On the train. You lost count of how much you’ve shivered.

Walking up to Worldwide Tower, you take one last breath before stepping  inside. Three things greet you at once. Warmth, the beautiful architecture, and Kim Seokjin.

He doesn’t notice you immediately, but it doesn’t take him long to see  you standing there. You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you. You’ve spent all month preparing for this moment, but now that it’s here, you don’t know what to do. He doesn’t look even a day old from when you last saw him.

“Y/N?!” he says in shock, fangs almost revealing themselves. He surely doesn’t want the human guests to know he’s a vampire.

“I- uh, hi,” you mutter, unsure what to say. Damn it. You’re already flustered.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was invited to the ball.”

“Huh? Why the hell would you be invited? Who authorized this?”

Seokjin surely isn’t happy.

“I don’t know,” you tell him. “Go sort it out with your folks. I’m going to catch up with old friends.”

You rush past him, part of you wanting to stay, but the other part wanting to leave. He stares for a moment before he sets off, determined to figure out who in his family invited his ex.

Getting to the elevator, you show your ticket to the tenant and he lets you inside. The elevator slowly goes up, taking what feels like forever. Once it stops, the doors open to reveal the ball.

Walking out, you already see familiar faces. A powerful shapeshifter Jung Hoseok stands in the corner, conversing with Jeon Jungkook, a powerful sorcerer. At the bar, Min Yoongi, commonly known as the grim reaper, is sharing a drink with a werewolf, Kim Namjoon.

“Y/N, is that you?” a familiar voice calls. You turn to see Kim Taehyung followed by Park Jimin approaching.

“Hey guys,” you say awkwardly. “Long time no see.”

“It’s lovely to see you again,” Jimin says. “It’s been what, five decades now? How have you been?”

“Life hasn’t been too interesting, truth be told,” you say honestly. 

“Frankly, dating Seokjin was probably one of the last interesting things to happen to me. These days I only seem to be surrounded by women's love life gossip and making potions people have ordered. How have you guys been?”

“Well for starters, I’ve gotten married,” Jimin says, showing the ring. “I even have kids now.”

“Wow, that’s great!” you tell him. Even though you are happy for him, you also feel a pang in your heart, knowing that you don’t have anyone. Looking at Taehyung, you can tell his mind is on something else. 

“What is it, Tae?”

“Seokjin never moved on either,” he says nonchalantly. Right, he’s an empath. He somehow manages to know things about people they don’t even know about themselves. “He doesn’t admit it, but his heart still belongs to you. And vice versa. But you’re both too stubborn to admit it. Why did you ever break up anyways?”

You and Jimin stand in shock at his bluntness. He never was good at filtering himself. All you and Jimin can do is stand there awkwardly. You try to process what he said and think. Seokjin never did give you a reason as to why he broke up with you. Jimin finally does an awkward cough, breaking the silence.

“You should probably say hi to the others,” Jimin says. “They’ll want to see you.”

“I probably should,” you reply, making your leave. Walking up to the bar, you see Yoongi and Namjoon are still talking. Slowly, you sit down next to them. They’re deep in a conversation over some whiskey as the Jazz band plays in the background, not even taking notice of you. After a couple awkward coughs, they finally pause to look at you. Their eyes widen in shock, recognizing you immediately.

“Y/N!” Namjoon exclaims, nearly shooting out of his chair. He stops himself and eagerly takes your hand instead, joyously shaking it. Yoongi just gives you a gentle nod, a soft smile creeping through. “It’s been forever, how’ve you been?”

You give them the same run down of how things have been and they fill you in about themselves. Eventually Jungkook and Hoseok come on over as well, the group sharing drinks over stories. You’re having a great time, with Jimin and Taehyung even coming on over as well. It makes you realize just how much you missed everyone. But it’s all bittersweet because of him.

“Excuse me,” a bold voice says. You all look to see Seokjin, who’s clearly in a pissy mood. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Um, reconnecting with Y/N,” Hoseok says. Seokjin gives him a side eye. “Common man, don’t be like that. It’s not our fault we haven’t seen Y/N in fifty years.”

“Aish, don’t be so quick to blame everything on me,” Seokjin retorts.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says. “Please don’t be a party killer. If you’re upset you can see yourself out.”

“Kook, this is practically my party,” Seokjin responds. “You know I’m obligated to be here tonight. At least for a while.”

“We know full well you’d skip if you had the chance,” Taehyung says in a nonchalant tone.

“Neither Seokjin or I are party people,” Yoongi says. “Namjoon was the one who convinced me to come.”

“Whatever,” Seokjin says, still pissed.

“Seokjin,” you say, standing up. “Let’s talk.”

“As if,” he says, sneering at you.

“Let’s talk,” you say in a fermer tone. He reluctantly gives in, following you away from the bar. You watch people dance and have fun on the dance floor. Some you recognize and some faces are new. “Want to dance?”

“No.”

“Jeez, you’re less fun than before.”

“If you want to talk, let it be on my terms; outside.”

“Fine. Whatever you say Mr. Moody.”

Walking out of some guarded doors, Seokjin leads you down the hall and makes a left walking some more before you are hidden under some stairs.

“What’s your deal?” you exclaim at last. “Why are you being such a bitch all of the sudden?”

“Why are you stealing my friends?” he retorts, fangs poking out.

“Stealing? They were my friends just as they are yours! God, you’re so entitled!”

“And you’re just a pain!”

Tense silence fills the air. Neither one of you knows what to say. What to do. You just stand there, staring at each other as music plays quietly in the distance.

“Ugh, I can’t believe you actually came,” Seokjin says at last.

“I was invited, wasn’t I?” you reply. “Besides, I actually wanted to reconnect with everyone, including you. But considering you’re being an ass I’m not sure if I want to anymore. If you drop this bullshit I’ll reconsider… Oh don’t give me that look. As much as you deny it, I’ll be around more often now, so get used to it. I’ve missed everyone, and just admit it, people have missed me too… Have you missed me?”

Seokjin averts his gaze and scoffs. Denial. How typical.

“Silence speaks louder than words,” you say, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and looks back at you.

“As if,” he mutters.

“Common,” you tease. “You’ve had to have missed me at some point… I missed you for a long time. It was the worst after the breakup though… Let’s stop the bickering, Seokjin. If anything, I want to make amends with you. Please.”

He seems to be slowly warming up to you. It’s not all the way yet, but the facade he’s putting up is beginning to melt away. And the only reason for Seokjin to put one up in the first place is to hide how he’s really feeling. Maybe there’s still something there drawing him to you, but for whatever reason, he’s resisting. Silence fills the air again, this time it’s much less tense than before, though there’s still an inkling of it there. It’s almost comfortable, even.

“My brother was the one who invited you,” Seokjin suddenly says, annoyance coming through his tone.

“Wait, what?” you say, brows coming together.

“My brother was the one who invited you,” Seokjin repeats, more nonchalant this time.

“But why?”

“He said he was ‘looking out for me’. Pft. As if inviting you here helps anything. It just makes this ball a bigger inconvenience for me.”

“How so? Is it because you’re still in love with me? But of course this new ego of yours can’t admit that.”

“As if. Even if I did, who says I can just get back together with you? What will people think? One or both of us will look desperate and lord knows my family won’t have it!”

“Your family? Why would they ever take such a disliking to us being together?”

“... Aish you don’t need to know. I’ve said too much anyways.”

“Common, Seokjin. Don’t deflect it. You’ve already spilled part of it, why not let it all out. Were they the reason why you broke up with me?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does. Please, tell me. I won’t bother you about it again if you do. Wondering why you ended what we had has been bothering me for ages, so now I want answers. If we are truly bound to go our separate ways, please just give me this. For closure.”

“... Fine… I was gonna propose to you. I even had the ring and was gonna propose that day. But my parents intervened… They didn’t want me to marry you because you aren’t a vampire socialite. They want to keep the bloodline pure without ‘dwindling the money’. And if I proposed to you… If we got married, I would have lost everything. My friends, my family… Even you. They are willing to go that far to make sure I marry someone like us.”

“... Was there nothing you could do? I would have left the city if it meant I could’ve been with you.”

“My parents have power far beyond here. They have friends in many places. Besides, there are people here I wouldn’t want to leave behind. I have friends here, which surely sounds like an odd thing to say.”

You chuckle.

“You’ve never been one for socializing,” you say, smirking to yourself. You’re still trying to process all of what he said. “Despite everything, I miss what we had, Seokjin. I do. What we had was real, and it pains me to know it had to be let go. If only I could experience what we had again….”

An awkward silence fills the air, steaming with unsaid emotions. You both can sense the others' underlying emotions, and clearly, someone has to have the courage to voice theirs out loud. It’s briefly been touched upon, but clearly Seokjin wasn’t quite ready to admit it. Maybe he still isn’t. He has never been the best at voicing his emotions. He can voice his thoughts and opinions just great, but he struggles to display his emotions well.

“... Maybe you can,” Seokjin suddenly says, catching you by surprise. Whatever persona he had put up before has slipped away. He just wants to be blunt with you. “I can tell you want me as much as I want you, but with everything that’s happened, obviously that can’t happen. But you can surely find a better man for yourself.”

“Can I though?” you ask. “And since when did you ever not find a logical argument around something?”

“It’s… Complicated. My parents aren’t exactly fond of people questioning their authority.”

“For a moment, imagine your parents are out of the picture. What then?”

“I’d go straight back to you, without a doubt.”

“Then… Why don’t you come back to me? Just for tonight?”

He looks at you, a mix of emotions spread across his face. You panic, thinking you’ve somehow upset him.

“O-of course you don’t have to if you do-” you say before getting your words cut off by Seokjin's lips pressing against yours. In shock, you don’t reciprocate for a moment. But the moment you process what is happening, you shut your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck. He kisses you softly,  placing his hands on your lips.

It gets a bit passionate, with you kissing each other more fiercely. All of the pent-up  want and desire is coming out with each passing moment. This hallway feels too public for such a display of affection.

As you are kissing him, he leads you up the stairs for privacy. Your hands travel each other as you go. Carefully, Seokjin tries to open one of the doors to one of the hotel rooms, but it is locked. With your magic, it unlocks, and you’re both inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.

Seokjin grabs your ass as you make out. You shove him down on the bed, hands still roaming his body. Sitting on his lap, you can feel the bulge in his pants, making his pants tighter. You loosen his bowtie and ruffle his dress shirt as his hands feel you up. His bulge grows bigger, prodding your core. It makes you feel so good that you can’t ignore it.

You get down on your knees, looking up at him with the most innocent gaze that holds the dirtiest of desires. “Please let me please you,” you say, smirking.

He chuckles to himself, spreading his legs for you. You eagerly crawl in between, ready to work your magic on him. Undoing his pants, you pull out his needy cock, licking your lips as you see his size. His girth is larger than a human's, much larger. Your fingers aren’t even close to touching your thumb. You give it a few pumps before bringing your mouth to his throbbing head, wrapping it around him.

With some struggle you manage to take him in. Bobbing your head, your hands grope his balls as you take him deep into your throat. You puff your cheeks before sucking sharply, making Seokjin let out a soft moan.

One of his hands grip your hair as your tongue traces his member. You slowly start to bob your head a bit quicker, his member going deep into your throat. Your eyes tear up, you can barely handle his girth as you pleasure him. But the act of pleasing him spikes your arousal, precum seeping through your panties and onto the floor.

Your grip tightens around his balls as you suck even harder on member, thrusting him even deeper into your throat. Your tongue does tricks around his girth as you puff your cheeks. A mix of saliva and precum trail down your chin but you don’t care. Your throat burns as a tear falls down your face. Your clench around nothing as Seokjin groans in pleasure, spurring you on.

“Look at me,” Seokjin demands. So you do as you’re told, looking up at him as you suck his dick. Seeing you look up at him with such innocent yet devilish eyes while you suck him makes Seokjin moan, his grip tightening around your hair. He is going to cum soon at this rate.

You hum against him before sucking sharply, thrusting deep into your throat. Your hands massage his balls, grazing his base from time to time.

With one final lick to his member, Seokjin shudders, cumming into your mouth moments later. You swallow it as it comes, some dripping down your chin. He moans in pleasure as he cums, tightly gripping your hair. Once he fishes, you swallow the last bit of salty cum before pulling away, pecking his soft member.

As you crawl onto the lush bed, Seokjin stands up, slowly pacing around. Looking at him, you see his face slightly flushed.

Still feeling needy, you trail your magic over your clothes, removing. Spread your legs, you give him a full look.

“Please,” you beg.

Seokjin stares down at you, wet pussy tempting him in every way. The sight of you. The smell of you. Everything about you makes him want to go crazy and ravish you. He’s come this far, and there’s no way he’s turning back now.

He undoes the rest of his garments, revealing his bare body. You eye his tan skin, which is more tan than most vampires. His hips are small compared to his broad shoulders. Eying his massive girth, you are both excited and nervous.

Seokjin can tell he isn’t near hard enough to fuck you. He wraps his hands around his member, pumping it. He grips himself tight as he stares at your wet pussy awaiting him. Picking up the pace, he can smell your sweet, erotic scent fills  the room. You stare at him as he readies himself, impatient.

“Come here,” you demand. 

“Let me help you.”

Letting go of his cock, he walks on over. You don’t waste time grabbing his massive girth, pumping him while letting magic seep through your fingers. Seokjin’s member grows as he only feels more lustful with your magic's help. You stop pumping when you both are satisfied, removing your hands from his cock. 

He crawls onto the bed, slides between your legs, and places his cock at your enerance as he takes hold of your hips. Giving him a quick nod, he pushes in, making you grit your teeth as your walls struggle to adjust.

“You’re so tight,” Seokjin huffs out, biting his lip as he stops part way in. You try to relax, allowing yourself to loosen up. He pushes in some more. And then some more, slowly filling your pussy with his girth.

You look down and see yourself bulging from his size. It’s quite noticeable and you have no doubt that you will feel this in the morning. As you lick your lips in anticipation, Seokjin looks down too, taking note of the bulge.

“Do you like that?” he asks, smirking at you. “I’ll make sure to do you good.”

He pulls out before slamming into you, making you groan. He thrusts his girth into repeatedly, hitting the right spot again and again. Each thrust makes your pussy accommodates up more and more around him. You feel so good wrapped tightly around him, walls sucking his cock perfectly. You’re taking him better than either of you thought you’d do.

Your hands wrap around his broad shoulders, hands unable to meet each other. With each thrust your toes curl with pleasure, your body on fire. His nails dig into your skin as he holds you in place, beginning to thrust into your pussy even faster than before.

He kisses your neck, thick lips sucking at your skin. You whimper in pleasure as his lips travel your skin. Nibbling at you, his fangs prick you, drawing a little blood. The smell overwhelms Seokjin. It drives him crazy. But sucking someone's blood while mating with them has the chance of marking them to their mate. You can sense what’s bothering him, with his thrusts becoming slightly inconsistent as he resists his urges.

“Mark me” you say breathlessly. 

“I’m yours. I always have been.”

Seokjin gives into his impulses, biting into your neck, fangs penetrating your skin. You groan in pain as Seokjin sucks at you, all the while thrusting into your pussy. He sucks and sucks until he suddenly shudders and stops sucking, something coming out of his fangs instead. You can sense it is magic, a magic vampires must naturally possess. It enters you, flowing throughout your body, binding you to him as his mate. 

Once it has stopped flowing from his fangs, he pulls them out and kisses the injury, healing it. He looks at you and sees a slight gold glow from you, probably the effect from the mate binding. Seeing you look up at him in pleasure, now as his forever mate, he wants to please you more than ever. You're his and he is yours.

Not holding back, he starts ramming into your pussy hard and fast. The bed bounces as his cock repeatedly slams into your cervix, abusing it relentlessly.

“You feel so good,” he moans.

Feeling the knot build in your core, you dig your nails into his back, legs tightening around his small waist. You begin to see stars from Seokjin slamming his cock into your cunt quickly over and over, each one as powerful as the last.

It feels so good and you can’t get enough of him. You moan his name over and over as he pounds into your pussy. You beg up to keep it up and to ruin you. He doesn’t back down and smiles to himself to see you so needy for him. He sweats profusely as he continues to fuck you, orgasm coming near.

You look at him and see him grinning wildly and he slams his member into you, making you snap. You cum around him as he thrusts and he grunts, girth struggling with your now tight pussy. Scream and moaning as you cum, you see stars as he fucks you through it.

“Do you want me to cum inside?” ” Seokjin asks, feeling his orgsam just around the corner.

“I-in,” you manage to moan.

Seokjin shudders moments later and thrusts deep into your cunt, cumming. He fills you up with his seed. Looking down, you see your pussy bulge with his member and the mix of your cum. He empties himself into you before collapsing on top of your body, his member now soft inside of you.

“I love you,” he says, placing soft kisses against your lips.

“I love you too,” you reply, kissing him with all of your love.

“... Oh God. What are we gonna do about my parents?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not allowed, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; established relationship yoongi x reader

summary: The love of your life, BTS’s very own Min Yoongi, tells you he has a gift for you. But he also says you’re not allowed to refuse. What’s that supposed to mean, hm? Surely not... wild hot sex with the Golden Maknae himself?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship with Yoongi (takes place after his surgery); smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral, dirty talk, penetrative sex, doggy, spanking); idol!BTS; it’s self-indulgent and I’m a little ashamed but it’s too late now, whoops

--

Just... just looking through the Twitter tag couldn't hurt, right?

You scrolled through the pictures slowly. They performed really well these past two days. Received all the awards they deserved, because BTS were the best. Still, it depressed you seeing the empty space where Min Yoongi was supposed to be. 

But that was because Yoongi was beside you, propped up in the bed with pillows, scrolling on his phone with his right hand. Occasionally, he would lower it to use both hands, since his left arm was still in the sling. You two had watched the MMA and MAMA 2020 performances together. You knew he wanted to be there. You could hear it in his voice when he called in. 

Oh, that’s right, were you supposed to be in his apartment?

No. 

But you didn't care about rules and neither did Yoongi. 

Were you dating? Well, as much as dating could be when it came to a relationship with the most loved 'lil meow meow' in the whole world. 

Yoongi always gave you this look of disapproval when you called him that, but you would always just smile and say it again, slower. 

It was the kind of thing that simply fell into place and neither of you wanted to convolute it with too many other opinions or thoughts. What happened, happened. You weren't going to make yourself known or ask for impossible things. When he told you that he was getting surgery for his left shoulder and wouldn’t have schedules for a long while, you cashed in on all those sick hours you accumulated at work, stating you had to take care of a loved one. 

No one knew your loved one was Min Yoongi. And that's way you two liked it. 

Yoongi leaned over to the long straw of the water bottle tucked in the crook of your arm. 

"Staring at our maknae again?"

You stiffened. "I'm looking at all their pictures, Yoongi. Just happened to stop on Jungkook."

He took a short sip.

"Mmm-hmm."

A few seconds past. You stared at Jungkook’s intense dark eyes, his long hair flying about from dancing, his clenched jaw as he focused. Looking sinful in all white, tempting you to save the photos.

"You're not changing the screen."

"I'm admiring the stylists' hard work."

Yoongi hummed. "You're a bad liar."

You would have thrown your phone at him if it wasn't the special edition BTS S20+, complete with a Shooky phone case. You swiped past, seeing the image of Jungkook lifting Jimin in the Black Swan performance.

"I should tell him."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sick of me?"

"No." He pointed to his left arm. "Can't take care of you either."

"I don't want to be the reason you need more months of physical therapy. I'm fine."

Yoongi placed his phone in his lap and placed his right arm around your shoulders. "We could risk it," he purred. 

You chuckled. "I don't think that's a good idea." You leaned your head against his shoulder. "I want to see you preform again."

"But you still want to bang Jungkookie."

A muscle in your eyebrow twitched. "I'm only looking at the pictures, Yoongi. You know you're the only one for me."

"You wouldn't try? Even if he begged you?"

You turned to Yoongi and his crafty smirk. "No." You stared at his lips and leaned in, kissing him lightly. You smiled against them. "I love you, Yoongi." Your smile turned into a smirk. "I worked too hard to sneak in here. Even outsmarted Dispatch. You can't get rid of me so easily."

Yoongi smiled back. He leaned against the headboard.

"What if I was okay with it?”

You blinked at him. "Why would you be okay with it?”

Yoongi shrugged. "You're mine, no matter what, no? Not even Jungkook's dick is going to change that."

"... Hah?"

Yoongi held up his hand, long fingers spread out. He ticked them down as he spoke. "Pros: my woman gets to satisfy her little crush, gets the fucking she wants, and will be happy."

You felt your ears burn. "Yoongi..."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wicked smile on his lips. "Cons... none."

You rolled your eyes. "You'd be pissed off."

He tilted his head. "What do I have to be pissed off for? Are you saying there's a reason I should be worried?"

You frowned. "No. Even if it did happen, which it won't, you will always be number one."

Yoongi nodded. "There you go."

You let out a puff of air. "I don't think Jungkook would agree anyway. And I wouldn't do it, because it's not the right thing to do."

"Who decided it's wrong?"

You made a face. "I don't know... society?"

"And we trust that societal rules are just and moral?"

"I mean, no..."

-

Washing your hair was always a pain in the ass.

You had to blow-dry it upside down, add five products at different stages, brush it super carefully with a special brush to avoid breakage, collect the fallen hair and throw it out, blah blah blah.

You shrugged on one of Yoongi's shirts after the shower – the black-and-white checkered one he wore during his VLive. Running your hand through your hair, you finally picked up your phone. Yoongi was at physical therapy, so he wouldn't be back for a while. You had some messages from him, probably before he had to put his phone away.

I sent you a gift. It will arrive today. You are not allowed to refuse.

You raised your eyebrows at that. 

P.S. Merry early Christmas. 

Was it jewelry? You pursed your lips. You always told Yoongi not to buy you things. Firstly, because you felt bad you could never reciprocate the amount he spent. You didn't make the money he made, after all. And secondly, you weren't that interested in owning expensive things. The only expensive items you loved were technology-based. Yoongi and you bonded over the newest Samsung products and always kept an eye on the latest tech. 

Maybe that was it? Maybe you had to collect a package. You mused, brushing your teeth. You were going to borrow Yoongi's pants, but you had to go hunt for some. After the teeth brushing. 

You spat and gargled some water.

The front door opened. 

You frowned. Was physical therapy canceled? Yoongi didn't have people come in and clean the apartment, because he didn't want anyone to find you. You weren't supposed to be here and no one knew you were here – except for his members, of course. But they didn't have the key, so it had to be Yoongi. You waited, in case there was someone outside. You didn't want them to hear your voice. The door closed and relocked.

You spat and rinsed out your mouth before turning off the light and going to the hallway.

"Yoongi, was physical therapy can–"

The head of long black hair lifted and turned around. He was in the middle of taking off his black sneakers. He pulled down his black face mask.

It was not Yoongi. 

"Hey, noona."

Abort.

You backed up. 

"J-J-Jungkook?"

The mischievous maknae grinned. 

"I'm the gift."

Your eyes widened. You whipped your phone to your face, nearly dropping it, juggling it for two seconds before slapping it between your palms and rereading Yoongi's messages. Rereading them way too many times because what? What, what, WHAT?

"D-don't you have p-practice?" Why were you stuttering? You never stuttered. But you never had that conversation with Yoongi until a couple days ago either. 

"I have some time, but I have to go back, yeah," Jungkook replied, far too cheerfully for how flustered you were. He was probably trying not to laugh at you. 

"How did you get in? And what do you mean, y-you're the...?"

You felt like your world was spinning. Did Jeon Jungkook just announce he was the gift? What? You're not allowed to refuse. Of course, you were going to refuse! This was Min Yoongi you were in love with! The cutest in the entire world! 

Jungkook brushed back part of his long hair and tucked it behind his ear, revealing half of his forehead and his silver hoops. Smirk on his pink lips, the mole underneath his lower lip winking at you. Skin tan and glowing in the hallway light.

...

Okay, yes, Jeon Jungkook was very handsome, but it didn't matter because–

"Hyung and I had a talk. He gave me the key," Jungkook said, dangling it. 

"Hahaha, why would be do that?" you laughed nervously, still crab-walking backwards because maybe if you just fused with the wall then you were be spared from those penetrating dark brown eyes.

Jungkook stepped into the apartment, following you. “I was surprised too.” He smiled somewhat apologetically. “I guess he overheard me telling Taehyung that I would totally fuck you if you weren’t hyung’s girlfriend.”

You blinked rapidly. “P-pardon?”

Jungkook held up his hands. Oh dear. His pretty, large hands that reminded you of Yoongi’s, but his right hand was tattooed. “But I wasn’t going to do anything though. Promise.” His eyes shifted upwards and then he looked back at you, his rueful expression turning into one of slyness. Shit. “Well, until Yoongi-hyung asked me to, that is.”

You stumbled in the doorframe of the bedroom. To be honest, you kept backing up because Jungkook advancing on you was making you uneasy, hot, and bothered. With emphasis on the latter two. You still couldn’t believe Yoongi would do this to you. This was Yoongi! Mild-mannered, sweetie with swagger, SUGA of BTS!

Then you had a thought.

You were always very good at teasing Yoongi. Either to annoy him or sexually in public situations. You could imagine Yoongi’s smirking face now. Knowing he got the one-up on you. Knowing he’d finally shocked you.

You’re not allowed to refuse.

The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed. A hot shiver went up your spine. Jungkook was right in front of you. Black parka, black jeans. Jungkook unzipped the parka, shrugging out of it. Black dress shirt. You knew Jungkook did not like wearing button-ups. Why was he wearing it? He unbuttoned the first one, revealing his collarbone. Then the second one. Open-mouthed smirk completed with his tongue between his teeth, dark eyes on your shaking form.

The maknae was going to fucking striptease you?

You held a hand up. “Hold on a second.”

Jungkook’s fingertips paused above the next button.

“You’re doing this… for fun?”

Jungkook tilted his head. “No. Not really for fun.” His voice was low, deep. His eyes trailed down your body, then back up to your face, lingering all over you. You swallowed. “I’m doing this because this is the only chance I’ll get.”

“What if I say no?”

Jungkook lowered his hand. “Hyung said you weren’t allowed to refuse.” His voice was softer now, almost pouting. Ouch. It actually pained you. You wanted to give in to him just like that. You loved Yoongi with all your heart, but the maknae’s charms definitely worked on you. They worked on everyone. Everyone loved Jungkook and wanted to give him everything.

“Jungkook,” you breathed, trying to reorient yourself, trying to find the right words. “I’m not saying I’m not interested. I definitely am.” He observed you carefully as you groped for the right words. “But this is a little crazy. And… you could get anyone.”

“I couldn’t get you.”

You slowly, slowly made eye contact with him. Jungkook took a step towards you. You didn’t move, transfixed by his chocolate eyes.

“The way you slowly fell in love with Yoongi-hyung,” he whispered, getting closer and closer. “You didn’t even notice. You still don’t notice. The way I stare at you, you and the beautiful shape of your eyes.” His finger came up and traced your eyes, rooting you in place. “Your cute nose. The shape of your lips.” His fingertip brushed against your lower lip. “So full. I watch you kiss him, wishing it was me.” He caressed your cheek. “The dimples that appear when you smile. So cruel.”

Jungkook’s breathing shallowed. His eyes flickered downwards to your hands, still clutching your phone. He reached for it and took it from you. Threw it onto the bed. Then his hands wrapped around yours, clutching them tight. You stopped breathing. Jungkook’s voice dropped several octaves.

“I watch your hands. Touching him, resting on his thigh, tracing up, palming him right in front of us.”

“I didn’t… think anyone would notice.”

Jungkook leaned in even more, still holding your hands tightly, as if they were going to disappear. You could smell his clean scent, like fresh laundry.

“I always notice,” he murmured. “Whenever you’re there, I can’t help but have my eyes on you. I couldn’t touch, but I could look. I thought that was all I could have.”

Jungkook let go of you. Hand dancing up your neck, cupping your cheek. Tilted his head, eyelashes lowering. Breath against your lips. Eyes pleading you, waiting for the heartbreak.

“Please let me kiss you.”

You’re not allowed to refuse.

You pressed your lips against Jungkook’s, eyes closing. It was impossible to say no. He was sweet and soft. You could feel his nerves and his fear in his kiss, not trying to ask for more, not wanting to ask for too much. It was you who hooked an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Right, wrong? That didn’t matter right now. The only thing you cared about right now was taking Jungkook’s fear away.

You pulled him onto the bed, arms around his neck, mumbling his name against his lips. His breathing hitched, hands circling your waist, holding onto you.

“Noona…”

“Call me by name, Jungkook.”

He gulped, shaking his head. “I can’t.” He gnawed on his lip anxiously. You smiled, and took his hands, placing them by the buttons of his shirt.

“Weren’t you in the middle of giving me a show?” you teased. “You’re great at putting on a show.”

Jungkook’s lips curved into a smile. “Oh yeah?”

You settled down into the bed, looking up at him from in between his thighs. You could tell Jungkook was still nervous, but there was something else too. His mischief was creeping back into his sparkling eyes. You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He undid another button. And another. Carefully, playfully pulling the fabric apart, revealing a little of his skin at a time.

“Hyung told me you like staring at my pictures.”

You shrugged, licking your lips. “They’re nice photos.”

“Were you satisfied by just looking at pictures?” he purred, already reaching lower, lower. You could see the contours of his muscular torso, the top of his abs. Ugh, Jungkook was so attractive. Scratch that, so fucking hot. He reached the bottom of his shirt and placed two fingers under your chin, pushing it back up to his face.

“My eyes are up here.”

His fingers under your chin made you realize how hard you were breathing.

“Jungkook.”

He tilted his head at you, long hair covering part of his face.

Yoongi’s words came back to you. My woman gets to satisfy her little crush. At the time, you thought those words were referring to your crush in Jungkook. But perhaps it was the other way around. Maybe Yoongi was referring to you satisfying Jungkook.

“Don’t hold back.”

And then you got up from the bed, grabbing the collar of his dress shirt and yanking them down Jungkook’s shoulders, kissing him again, but harder this time, tongue sliding into his mouth and thrusting into it, taking his breath away. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, gasping against your tongue, struggling to get out of his sleeves before he scrambled for the buttons on your shirt, moaning as you sucked on his tongue, gripping his upper arms.

“N-noona…”

“Call me by name or nothing at all,” you growled dangerously.

His dark eyes bored into you, daring you. You nipped at his lower lip, grinning.

“You think you’re the only one who’s horny here?”

Your hands danced around his arms, reaching around him, and your nails scratched him down his broad back, hissing as he moaned, tipping his head back, Adam’s apple shaking. Fuck, it felt so good. It felt so fucking good to drag your nails down that back, seeing Jungkook lose some control, falling more and more into the moment. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him, shuddering as his hard body was pressed against you and your half-open shirt.

“I want it all,” you breathed. “I’m so greedy, but I want it all, Jungkook. Give it to me.” Voice dropping, inhaling his delicious scent. “Please.”

He growled deep in his chest and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, yanking up and revealing your bra clasp, undoing it easily. Pushed you back, swiftly pulling your shirt and bra off together, tossing it aside to the floor.

“Fuck, your tits are as pretty as I thought they would be.”

And then Jungkook’s mouth was on you, furiously kissing down your neck, licking your collarbones, biting your shoulder, his hands roughly squeezing your breasts. You moaned, your nipples pressed against his thumbs, pinching them against the side of his hand. His lips travelled down, down and then they latched around your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. Your hands flew up into his hair, gripping it tightly.

“Fuck, they even taste good,” he whined. “You taste so fucking good.”

Your back arched as he began to suck, running your hands through his hair, whimpering his name, telling him how good he was, how nice it felt, lost in the feeling of his tongue and his strong arms around your waist. He switched to the other nipple, saliva dripping. Licking it all over and then breathing on it with his hot breath. Your entire body trembled in his arms from the sensation.

“I’m drooling; that’s how fucking good you taste,” Jungkook mumbled, sucking hard and tight, dark eyes on you as you cried out softly, holding onto his head. Your fingers curled into his long locks, grasping them tightly. He raised his eyebrow, but you began to rock back and forth into his mouth, tugging your nipple with his lips. Jungkook’s fingers dug into you, erotic groans vibrating in his throat as you fucked his face with your tits.

Wetness soaked your panties, the scent of your sex getting stronger and stronger.

Jungkook removed his lips, sucking in a tight breath. Your name slid out of his mouth in a tight hiss, no honorifics. You felt your pussy throb hearing your name come from his lips, saturated with desire. You grinned.

“Took you long enough, Jungkookie.”

He chuckled, grabbing your hips and shoving them up into his jean-covered crotch. You gasped. You could feel his erection straining against the thick fabric, grinding against your soaked panties. Fuck, you couldn’t stop staring at Jungkook, him and his sharp jawline and his beautiful eyes and his playful smirk on his damn lips, infuriating and arousing you.

“You’re so fucking irresistible,” you whispered, rolling your hips into him hard. It was his turn to gasp, his turn to shudder at your movements. The way you could turn him from smug confidence to those submissive doe eyes was turning you on way too much.

You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. He yelped as you slid down, nails racking down his torso, whimpering in your wake. The front of his jeans was wet with your juices. You undid the button, zipping them down.

“How are you going to explain this?” you smirked, gesturing down to the giant wet sport at the front of his pants.

“They’re black,” Jungkook panted. “It’ll be fine.”

You laughed, pulling them down his legs. Jungkook’s hand flew down, reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a condom. You tilted your head.

“Only one?”

He looked down at you, startled. “W-well… I don’t know if you want more….”

You raised an eyebrow and reached over to the nightstand, opening it and taking out the whole damn box.

“Er… I cannot cum that many times. In one sitting, anyway.”

“Ah, well, let’s just see then.”

You peeled his jeans and boxer briefs off, licking your lips as your hungry eyes landed on his cock. Half-hard, pre-cum glistening at the tip. Jungkook swallowed nervously, but you crawled on top of him, immediately licking a fat stripe down his entire length. You moaned with him, feeling the blood rushing to his cock, pulsing against your lips. You hadn’t had sex in a while, trying not to tempt Yoongi or aggravate his injury. His recovery was too important to not only you, but the nation and the world. So, you kept your need to yourself, but now Jungkook’s cock was right on front of you.

And there was nothing to stop you.

You pressed your lips against his balls, licking them all over, playing with them with your tongue. Jungkook groaned above you, grabbing fistfuls of sheets as you began to suck on them, bobbing your head up and down. He was panting your name breathlessly, helpless as you pulled your head back, his balls slowly slipping out from between your lips.

You kissed up his length, tongue swirling around the head before taking him in, all the way, softly but firmly. If there was anything Yoongi’s tongue technology taught you, it was how to apply his technique to giving head, much to his surprise. You were good at extrapolation. You pressed the head into the roof of your mouth, raking it all the way to the upper part of your throat and tightening. Jungkook gasped, eyelids fluttering as your tongue assaulted the bottom of his cock, from the bottom of the head to the base.

You heard something between the lines of, “Holy fuck”, “What the hell”, and “Oh my fucking God.”

You retreated for a second, wrapped your tongue all the way around the head and teased the thin skin right where the head and length connected, repeatedly rubbing your lips over it before going all the way down again.

Now Jungkook was absolutely incomprehensible as you began to suck him off, fast and tight, lips soft compared to the vacuum of your mouth. Was it unfair? Yes, it was, giving him soft and hard, rough and wet, scraping the head against the back of your throat and choking it with your muscles. Jungkook was whimpering and cursing, his thighs flexing under you, tasting so fucking good that you were dripping between your own thighs.

You didn’t stop.

Faster and faster, holding his hips down, watching Jungkook unravel under you, hands in his long hair and slamming his head back into the pillows, covering his mouth as he screamed your name into his palm. You felt his cock spurt his cum into the back of your throat, your muscles constricting as you drank him up, your moans added vibration along his length.

The first orgasm was always the most and tasted the best. So much, coating the entire inside of your mouth, your tongue swiping around his cock to collect it all. You lapped it all up, encouraging his cock to get hard again. Smirking as you succeeded, popping your mouth off gently.

“What position do you want me in, Jungkook?” you murmured, throat a little hoarse, taking the condom and opening it, rolling it onto his cock.

He moved his palm from his mouth, panting hard, hair all over his face. His intense brown eyes locked with yours and you knew the dynamic was switched.

“On your back. Want to watch your face when I fuck you.”

You could relent, rolling onto your back, removing your soaked panties, chest heaving in anticipation as Jungkook got up, towering over you. His hands gripped your hips, adjusting you to the correct angle. You could play the other part, with one small caveat. His eyes found yours, glaring at you.

“Wipe that smirk off your face.”

“Make me.”

Jungkook thrust into you, hard, and you kept the smirk on your face as he forcefully stretched you out, pushing your limits.

“Hurts?” he taunted.

You licked your lips. “It’s not good unless it hurts.”

The slight irritation that flashed in his eyes spurred you on. You tightened around his cock, exhaling with a hiss. Fitting him to you, bringing out the dominance in him. Jungkook gritted his teeth and slammed his hips into yours. You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Did you really want me that bad, Jungkook?” you teased. “Or were they only pretty words? Are you a tiger or just a cute little bunny?”

Jungkook snarled low in his chest.

Then he began to fuck you, lifting your legs onto his shoulders and pressing down, smacking your ass with his hips. The position made you tighter, gravity making him pound you harder, forcing you to feel all of him as drove his rock-hard cock into you. Your hands flew up, one pressed against the headboard, the other clutching a pillow for dear life, eyes squeezing shut at the fullness and harshness.

“A-ah, fuck, yes,” you gasped. “So fucking good…”

Jungkook brought his face close to yours, hitting you deeper and just as hard. “Where’s your smirk now? Can’t give me one when you’re being punished by this cock?”

Your heart jerked in your chest at his dirty words, becoming even wetter with the dangerous edge to his voice.

“Listen to you, fucking dripping down my thighs with how wet you are for me,” Jungkook hissed, inhaling sharply as you throbbed hard around him. He groaned, clenching his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t help myself, I just have to fuck you like an animal.”

You snickered dryly, jerking your hips up to meet his. Not saying anything, letting your pussy do the talking because you were so close to orgasm that you roughly massaged his entire length, throwing your head back and moaning as you came around him. The squelching sounds between your connected hips got louder, drenching the air with the scent of sex and lust.

Jungkook sank his teeth into his lower lip, grimacing. “Fucking unfair how good you feel,” he ground out, squeezing his eyes shut, ramming his hips into you, muscles in his arms and shoulders tense. “Can’t even last, fuck.”

He crashed his hips into yours and growled your name in his throat, cock smacking against your walls as he came, swelling the condom full. You whimpered in ecstasy, back arching, clenching around his cock.

“Yes, Jungkook, oh, yeeees…”

It wasn’t enough.

Neither of you had had enough.

Jungkook gripped the end of the condom and pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity as he took it off. You tossed him a spare towel from the nightstand drawer and he cleaned himself, gasping.

“Hands and knees.”

You rolled over, flinging the box of condoms at him, and he caught it, dark eyes glinting.

“Spread that pussy for me.”

You reached back and planted your hands on each ass cheek pulling your wet slit open. Jungkook hissed and you could hear skin on skin of him jacking himself off to get hard again. An idea popped into your head.

You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing your hole for him.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so damn sexy it’s illegal.”

You heard him get onto his knees. The sound of a condom being ripped open. His groan as he fitted the condom over his aching cock. His strong hands gripped your hips, the head rubbing against your entrance.

“Don’t know how long I can last,” he murmured. “I’m just going to go as hard and as fast as I can.”

“Do it, Jungkook,” you panted. “Make me feel you for days.”

He whimpered at your words and sank into you. Both of you moaning, your hands clutching the sheets, his fingertips bruising your skin, imprints of lust. Jungkook was pure, glorious power that threatened to overtake you, his cock throbbing and digging into your walls as he fucked you hard, muscular thighs slapping into yours. The poor bed could barely take it, but neither of you noticed, lost in the feeling of being filled and doing the filling.

His hand came down on your ass, a sharp, harsh sound that echoed off the walls and made your pussy clench. It barely hurt. You had felt worse before.

“You like that?” he panted.

“Fuck yes I do,” you gasped hotly. “Spank my ass, Jungkook.”

He did, thrusting into you and slapping you repeatedly, making your ass jiggle. You squeezed him each time, now rolling your hips back into him, arching your back as you came with a satisfied sigh. Your skin stung, your pussy was pulsating with abuse, and Jungkook’s cock hit all your deepest spots.

“Fuck, Jungkook, you’re so fucking good at fucking me,” you breathed, feeling him wind you up again.

He couldn’t even reply, only loudly moaning through the convulsions of your pussy radiating up and down his length. Good thing the walls were pretty soundproof, because it was a goddamn porno in the bedroom at the moment. It was obscenely lewd with the wet slapping of his hips into yours.

“So close, so close, squeeze me, fuck, choke my damn dick,” Jungkook rambled in between breaths, hissing as you did as you were told, gripping him every time he slammed into you. He came with a half-scream, half-moan of your name, whining at the sensitivity as you pulsed around him, leaking down his thighs and yours. It smelled so strongly of sex that you weren’t sure how you were supposed to clean this up before Yoongi came home.

Your phone buzzed loudly on the bed.

You grunted, clawing for it as Jungkook remained inside you, softening but refusing to leave your warmth. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your back.

You checked your messages. From Yoongi.

Your gift needs to get his ass to practice before he gets yelled at.

“Jungkook, you’re gonna be late.”

He groaned in annoyance, squeezing you tighter. Another message popped up.

Tell him there’s plenty of time before I fully recover. If he works hard and does a good job, maybe after I recover too.

You poked Jungkook. He lifted his head, pouting, eyes changing to excitement when he read the message.

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part ii “You’re not allowed to leave until your noona is satisfied.”

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[therealvinelle]

Hi, your metas are super interesting, and even if I really enjoy fanon twilight, it's really cool to read opinions based only on canon too!

So my question is about the sexual orientation of the Cullens, do you think they all straight?

For example i saw someone saying that Edward maybe was demisexual and it left me thinking, so i just wanted to know your opinions about it :)

In short, no.

In alphabetical order:

Alice is with a man, but without getting into the mess that is Alice/Jasper here, I don’t think theirs is a particularly physical relationship. I mean, if Alice wanted to get laid, she could just decide to fuck Jasper, enjoy the vision, and bam. Itch scratched. Thanks, Jazz. Alright, I’ll be serious. Alice and Jasper are with each other because the other represents salvation, not so much because of a personal or physical attraction but because of mysticism. So to me that doesn’t really say much about Alice’s preference. All the same I can’t see Alice having a particular preference, she’s too... Alice. Although it is easier to picture her with women. She is also the second half of the Alice/Bella homoerotic extravaganza, which makes heterosexual Alice even more farfetched to me. So, bisexual or lesbian Alice.

Bella shows clear attraction to women as well as men. She’s attracted to Rosalie, Alice, Edward, and Carlisle. I’ll just give you guys quotes: Of the three boys, one was big — muscled like a serious weight lifter, with dark, curly hair. Another was taller, leaner, but still muscular, and honey blond. The last was lanky, less bulky, with untidy, bronze-colored hair. He was more boyish than the others, who looked like they could be in college, or even teachers here rather than students. The girls were opposites. The tall one was statuesque. She had a beautiful figure, the kind you saw on the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the kind that made every girl around her take a hit on her self-esteem just by being in the same room. Her hair was golden, gently waving to the middle of her back. The short girl was pixielike, thin in the extreme, with small features. Her hair was a deep black, cropped short and pointing in every direction. (Twilight, page 9) This is the Cullens’ introduction. I won’t spend much time on it, just notice the difference between Rosalie and the others. Rosalie is highlighted in a way Alice is not, and Edward is at first glance only the boyish one of the guys. Rosalie was the Cullen whose beauty immediately stood out to Bella. It was hard to decide who was the most beautiful — maybe the perfect blond girl, or the bronze-haired boy. (sic.) Bella has realized by now that Edward’s a grade A hottie, but she’s still torn between him and Rosalie. Bella then gets to know Alice, and they become friends who take showers together(!). Rosalie may be the most attractive Cullen woman, but Alice is the one Bella gets emotionally close to. We get this in New Moon:  UNNATURALLY STILL AND WHITE, WITH LARGE BLACK EYES intent on my face, my visitor waited perfectly motionless in the center of the halt, beautiful beyond imagining.  (...) I locked my arms around her, gasping to inhale as much of the scent of her skin as possible. It wasn't like anything else—not floral or spice, citrus or musk. No perfume in the world could compare. My memory hadn't done it justice. (New Moon, page 191) Bella never thought she’d never see any of the Cullens again, so for her to be hysterical and ecstatic upon seeing her second favorite is not by itself damning. I’m sure she’d be ecstatic to see Emmett too. It’s that fact that she’d missed Alice’s scent that’s interesting. The scent of her skin was something Bella was aware of before they parted. And while it may be tempting to say “it’s because they’re vampires, Bella’s admiring them like she would a work of art!”, Bella never dwells on Esme, Jasper, or Emmett in this way. Jasper and Emmett especially are not admired beyond the introduction of their characters. We never hear about what any of them smell like, nor does Bella remark upon their beauty after waking up a vampire. Carlisle and Edward, by comparison, are men she keeps noticing. Bella finds Carlisle blindingly beautiful when she first sees him as a vampire, and there’s this from New Moon: Though it erased the sting, it reminded me of the gash, and I watched Carlisle's face carefully to distract me from what his hands were doing. His hair gleamed gold in the bright light as he bent over my arm. (New Moon, page 18) There’s thinking someone is pretty, and then there’s gazing lovingly upon their face instead of pain killers. Bella is bisexual.

Carlisle moved in with a very gay man, had a close relationship with him, lived with him for the sake of his company for decades, and only left because of dietary differences. We don’t know for sure whether they actually had an affair or not, but the fact remains that of all the Cullens, Carlisle is the one who is implied to have had a homosexual relationship in canon. He loses his straight card based on that alone. Also gonna link this clip, because I’m Mac listening to Edward talk about how young Carlisle lived with this sexy Mycenaean Greek for a few decades when he was young. Aro is all the santas. Carlisle is bisexual.

Edward... oh boy. His brain is supposedly seventeen, and yet this very interesting thing happens in his relationship with Bella where he never notices her body. Not ever. By body I mean curves. Edward notices Bella’s skin, her frailty, her humanity. He praises her blushes, her doe-like eyes, her warmth, her softness, her swan-like neck, her delicious scent. The feminine aesthetic. He does not once notice her tits. The only tits he is on record noticing belong to Siobhan, and it’s because she has an impossible to ignore rack: She was profoundly female in shape—aggressively, forcefully female. (Midnight Sun, chapter Probability) It’s one thing for him to be old-fashioned and too quintessentially Edward to even think the word “boob”, but in 700+ pages of Midnight Sun there’s just this absence of this seventeen-year-old noticing her curves. More damningly, when seeing Alice’s vision of vampire!Bella, Edward is horrified at the sight of his love cold and hard. He doesn’t describe vampire!Bella by any of the positives, like “flawless”. Edward is attracted to the human, not the woman. What that means for his sexuality... well, I’m going to go ahead and point out that he is very weird about Carlisle, and it’s damning that the personality he projects onto Bella is so similar to Carlisle. I hesitate to apply a label here, but in my own, personal, headcanon we’re veering towards homosexual. Deeeeeeply closeted homosexual.

Emmett is straight. Straightest guy ever to straight.

Esme is pretty clearly taken with Carlisle. Though if she were to feel attracted towards another woman, I imagine she’d have no idea what to make of that, if she even recognized it for what it was. She’s from a very different time and still living in that time, and she continues to be very sheltered. Still, as per my personal headcanon, I see her as straight.

Jasper, who knows. Though if he’s into guys, he has probably gone for it in the past. I suppose I should write a meta on vampires and sexual norms in general, but in short I don’t think they all live monogamously like the Cullens. STDs and pregnancies are unheard of, as is social ostracizing. Vampires are hedonistic, Twilight vampires more so than any other. Which in turn means I don’t think Maria and Jasper were monogamous. A couple, sure, but I don’t think Maria would say “oh noes, I can’t, I’m with Jasper!” if someone she was attracted to made an overture, and same goes for Jasper. So, if Jasper was into guys, then sure. I can see Jasper/Peter happening, or even Charlotte/Jasper/Peter. Jasper is certainly into women, with the possibility of guys as well. And if so, then it’s probably happened.

Rosalie I’m shocked is with a guy in the first place, everything about her screams lesbian. However, she’s clearly into Emmett, so apparently she’s bisexual.

(I’m not including Renesmée in this, since she’s three months old by the time the series conclude.)

This all being said, several of these people are from very different times and wouldn’t have the same concepts of sexuality internalized as we do, so how they’d identify is a very different matter.

[witchyangela]

ooh mini fic idea: jake helps bella cut her hair at some point during the new moon events

Ooh I love it!!!! Thanks sm for the suggestion!!

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“I need your help”

Bellas voice over the phone is panicked, and Jake’s heart skips a beat to hear it.

“What’s wrong Bells” he asks “if you need help hiding a body…”

The jokey tone sounds forced but Bella still chokes out a half laugh.

“No, no” she says “just come over.. please?”

And so Jake does.

When he gets to the Swan house its clear something is not quite right. The door has been left unlocked and he pushes it open gingerly.

“Bella?” He calls, voice echoing in the empty house.

“Upstairs” her voice comes faintly, and he follows it to the door of the houses one small bathroom.

“Umm.. are you decent?” Jake calls feeling suddenly very awkward.

“Am I ever?” Bella responds but she pushes the door open and Jake realises immediately why she didn’t come to the front door her self.

Her hair is a mess. She’s put it in two braids and seems to have got part way through sawing one off before stopping. Her eyes are red rimmed as if she has been crying and her cheeks, which are a splodgy red and tear stained, confirm it.

“What happened bells?” Jake can barely keep the horror out of his voice.

“I tried to cut my hair” Bella’s voice is impossibly small and she can’t quite meet Jake’s eyes.

“I can see that” Jake answers “but why?”

“I just needed a change” Bella stares resolutely at the floor “I’ve been stuck in the same clothes doing the same thing for months and I need a change, I needed to change myself”

Jake almost goes to disagree, to tell Bella that she doesn’t need to change. But she raises her eyes to meet his and he can’t bring himself to.

“Do you need a hand?” He asks instead

“Would you?” Bella asks

Jake has never cut anyone’s hair before. He’s only had his own cut twice and once he was so young he can barely remember it. The other time was after his mom’s death and he can’t think back to that without the old ache resurfacing in his stomach. But still he takes the scissors from Bella’s hand and she goes to perch on the edge of the bath.

Gently he finishes the job Bella started and one places the braid next to her. He carefully cuts through the other and studies the uneven bob Bella now sports. Carefully he trims it so it’s all at least hangs the same length. And turns Bella to face him.

He’s suddenly aware of how close they are, how he can see himself reflected in Bella’s big dark eyes. She looks very different with her hair like this, younger somehow, less weighed down. It suits her.

Bella runs a hand through the new short like locks and then shakes her head like a dog ridding itself of water. She stand to look in the mirror and then she actually smiles.

“ I love it” she says genuinely, and then she’s hugging him. Jake can’t help but laugh slightly as he hugs her back.

“Im sorry” Bella says when she finally pulls away “this was a lot to ask of you, with no warning”

“It’s fine” Jake says automatically, and then because Bella looks unconvinced he adds “Bella, you’re my friend and I’m going to help you if you ask”

“I know” she replies “but sometimes I think I’m asking too much, not just with this, with everything. I can’t ask you to fix me. I want to be better and help myself I just… don’t know where to start” Bellas voice wobbles as if she might burst into tears all over again.

“You’ve been starting for a while Bells” Jake answers taking her hand “but you know, cutting your hair can be like a… fresh start, a way to separate yourself from the past right? So like maybe you can say that from now on, it’s going to be better?”

“Yeah, that sounds like a plan” Bella says nodding

“Good” Jake smiles suddenly “then let’s say we’ve had enough tears and serious stuff for today! I wanna catch the next rerun of supernatural”

“Ugh I hate that show” Bella rolls her eyes

“Oh come on it’s good! And I heard there gonna make another season so I need to catch up”

“It has vampires in it” Bella argues

“They kill them sometimes” points out Jake and Bella actually smiles again

“Then lead on Macduff” she says gesturing to the door and they both step out, into the rest of their lives…