#eonan

[sexymultifacetshadowling]

Eonan wasn't the type of person that enjoyed inflicting violence, they never did before and doubted that they would one day. At least not seriously.

A good brawl in a bar isn't the same thing as beating someone until they can't walk. Raiding a ship for their own survival isn't the same as torturing the ship's crew just because you can.

But he understood that everyone does what they need to survive, so he doesn't judge; it's not an easy nor pretty thing, living in Pirate Bay when you ain't got the money to leave it when you want to. Sometimes you have to become someone that eats so you're not eaten.

Eonan just didn't want to do that- to become that.

Their sibling was different. Eorac was harsher, it knew what it wanted, and they took it without remorse. Eorac was the type of guy you didn't want on your side, but wanted less on the other.

If Eonan's weapons was his wit and charm, Eorac's was it's actual weapons.

But they knew their sibling cared for him, in it's weird way. In it's careful and meticulous planing of their day or in it's tearing down of Eonan's fighting until it was perfect or in the almost soft way it would put their hand over his shoulder and tell the room "This is my brother. Behave yourselves around them".

So even when Eorac was like this, angry and scared and aggressive, because something went wrong, and they refuse to talk about it, even though they really fucking should- Eonan takes a deep breath, because he knows that his sibling loves them and doesn't mean it.

"Dude, calm down, it's fine. We'll figure it out like we always do" they say, keeping their hands where Eorac can see them and their voice low and with a slight amount of persuasive charm, "just tell me what's wrong."

"Stop that." Eorac says harshly, "Your fucking tricks don't work on me, I know what you're doing."

It bounces it's leg, ready to snap and attack if they sense anything bad is coming. Even just sitting in their own bed, Eorac looks so on edge and out of place that it makes Eonan's heart ache.

"Fine." They say, propping themselves against the door, "You don't want tricks? That's fine."

Eonan takes a deep breath. Again. Because what else is he supposed to do? They've played this game before.

"I won't fucking move until you stop acting like a prick and tell me what's going on."

"Why do you want to know? You think you can help me?" There's bitterness in Eorac's voice, it drips with sarcasm, "You can't even help yourself. Go back to your fucking music and your dope and leave me alone."

They hate when this happens. They hate that they have to stand there and listen to the person that's literally the definition of a "self-destructive streak" talk about his problems like it knows anything about it.

He hates that it would go there in the first place.

"Stop acting like a child." His voice is calculated, slow, but not angry, because Eonan knows that if he gets angry, it's gonna be worse "If you don't want help, then stop brooding. You're putting yourself in a situation that you don't need to."

Their voice wavers, just a bit, because he's an emotional person, Matra dammit, and they just want Eorac to be fine for once in their life.

"Let me help. I want to help" the please is silent "as your backup if nothing else."

It's kinda weird, to see the face that is the same as yours and somehow so different look at you with such wild eyes. So angry, so sad - so Eorac.

For what it's worth, Eonan can see the second that the sadness almost won, when Eorac's eyebrows twitched just a little and it's lips pressed into a thin line. The second that it almost admitted that they could be helped, if it let them. The second that they almost got his sibling to listen to him.

Alas, it was only for a second.

"Fuck you" it spits, "Get out of my way, I need to do this alone"

Eorac gets up from the bed, grabs it's dagger from the nightstand, and makes it's way to the door with heavy steps.

"I said I won't move until you tell me what's going on." Eonan, now also standing to their full height and slightly taller than their twin (Eorac has terrible posture), keeping his back to the door. "I meant it."

"Move. Now" Eorac it's not joking, they both know it. "I won't tell you twice"

Eonan fucking hates this dance, but he dances anyway.

"No."

Eorac is much stronger than Eonan, always was. When they were younger, Eorac always won every single game or fight that depended on it. But Eonan was faster, no one could ever catch up to him, not even his sibling.

When they fought, really fought, the outcome was always decided within the first seconds: was this going to be a fight that relied on strength and endurance or a fight that relied on dexterity and strategy?

This one was no different, but Eonan had the disadvantage: he couldn't move away from the door, if they did that Eorac was gone.

So when Eorac punched their face, and all they could do was put his arms up to protect it, both knew who won it this time.

Well, at least he would get a good hit in.

Using his left hand to quickly grab Eorac's fist and twist it, Eonan used his right elbow and hit their sibling's jaw.

Eorac grunted and stumbled back, hand holding the side of it's face.

When it looked up, their eyes were simmering with anger - and pride, if you knew how to look for it.

"You're gonna regret that."

(Yeah, yeah, I know) he thought as he saw their sibling's fighting stance (I already do).

Next thing they knew, their stomach exploded with pain. Doubling over from his sibling's hit, Eonan couldn't protect himself from the following punch in the face, that knocked them to the ground, conjuring that familiar metallic taste of blood.

Next was a brutal kick in their left leg, that made him curl into a fetal position - to protect himself or to avoid making their sibling see his pained expression, Eonan couldn't tell you.

Eorac kneeled next to their brother's face, grabbing it carefully - or as carefully as it could - making Eonan look into their eyes.

"I-" it swallowed, as if searching for the right words: 'I'm sorry', 'I told you so' or 'Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn all the time?'

Maybe a mix of all of them, or maybe none.

"I'll buy you a drink when I get back." Then they were gone.

Eonan just laid there, blood pouring from his nose and staining the already dirty floor of the bedroom. Their childhood bedroom, that both he and Eorac spend so much time and money trying to get. So much effort to turn that ugly and cold attic into a place you can live, so many years to get it furnished and make it so that even though it was small, it was theirs and theirs alone, and they shouldn't be fucking fighting in it.

He laid there, and he fucking cried, because they were tired and sore and pissed and no one was around to judge him.

They cried until their chest hurt and the tears began to die in his throat, because sometimes you have got to just let it all out, or you are going to let it consume you until there's nothing left (like Eorac is doin-).

No. Stop it. He is not going there. Not today.

Eonan gets up, finally, and looks at himself in the small cracked mirror they leave above the piano. They look disheveled, sure: his eyeliner is running through his face, a bit of dried blood under their nose and a bruise on the cheek that will definitely turn purple soon; but nothing that washing their face and a little make-up won't fix.

So they do that.

They go to the sink on the floor below, being careful and not letting any of the workers see him before they're clean. The cold water on their face is a blessing, and as he rubs and gets the dried blood out, they began to feel better. They run his now cold hands over the bruises on their stomach and over their scalp, massaging it to try to avoid getting a headache because of the heat of the Bay.

He is getting tired of the braids, maybe he could let their natural hair down for a while (Eorac would be pissed, people can only tell us apart because of the hair difference), the thought delights them.

They are smiling at themselves, thinking of all the ways he could impersonate and annoy his sibling, when a knock came from the door.

"Eonan? You there?" Michaia's voice sounded worried, "I saw the Shadows leave a while back, and you didn't come down."

"I'm fine!" He says quickly, "Be out in just a bit!" They apply their eyeliner messily, - it's part of the charm - then he opens the door with a smile.

"How's the worst hooker in the bay doing today?"

"Better than the third rate prostitute standing in front of me, that's for sure." Michaia says, with mischievous tone in their voice but with worry in their (for now) golden eyes. "You guys had a fight?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about it" Eonan says, cheery and warm all over; there's no use lying to them, and he knows it, but he can at least sooth their worries "Eorac's gonna buy me a drink."

Michaia shifts into a muscular and tall orc, and looks down at him with a lifted eyebrow.

"It's cool. We handled it." His tone it's now quieter, restless, it's a warning, much like their sibling's, that he's begging to avoid this conversation.

Luckily, Michaia doesn't push, they almost never do. Instead, they turn themselves into a small halfling girl and say:

"Let's get you two drinks then, and put it on it's tab."

Eonan smiles, and follows them to the bar on the first floor.

If Eorac comes back 6 hours later, smelling of blood and gunpowder, neither of them mentions it. They also wouldn't mention if Eorac slept against it's brother's back that night, or even if Eonan woke up that morning with a bottle of a very good rum beside his bed.

[sexymultifacetshadowling]

Eonan- he's a ten but he will get bored and start humming while you're talking feelings

Eorac- he's a ten but will pretend you don't exist if you're affectionate in public

oc's as tens but tag

I guess it's time to invent a new tag game.

rules: list your ocs as "tens but" to give us a not at all comprehensive scope of their characters

I'm doing youth story! because that's how this idea popped into my brain.

R - he's a ten but he also thinks he is

Bell - she's a ten but she will quote poetry at any opportunity

Cal - he's a ten but he will have anxiety about you not wearing a coat in cold weather

Evie - she's a ten but she can see all your repressed memories

Daniel - he's a ten but he puts cinnamon in his hot chocolate and honey in his coffee

Irina - she's a ten but she'll comment snide things about your fashion sense without saying a word

Mark - he's a ten but he appears to attract bruises like they're gold star stickers

Jae - he's a ten but he'll answer your questions in a language you don't speak

Savannah - she's a ten but she'll announce your feelings to the room if she's pissed at you

Nyks - he's a ten but he's sometimes not all there which is really unfortunate for hugs

@writingonesdreams @writing-with-melon @ink-fireplace-coffee @ashen-crest @avrablake @did-i-do-this-write @diphthongsfordays @quilloftheclouds @writing-is-a-martial-art @souliloquyyy @houndmouthed @enchanted-lightning-aes OR ANYBODY

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Early Autumn beeech time pt 7

[catebees]

Here's all the headshots I drew so far! So many amazing Tavs and Durges <3

Quick rundown: Zeth belongs to @fivekoboldsinacoat Majexatli belongs to @the-eldritch-it-gay Leda belongs to @orlesianapologist Eonan belongs to @calicostorms and Malvolio belongs to @aymayzing

[444names]

italian, irish and spanish forenames BUT excluding "h"

Abbe Adando Adect Adeliola Adolm Adraz Adreano Adrogen Afaoimer Agan Agell Agrán Agustale Agóina Agóisolo Aido Aillane Aimo Aina Ainoban Aito Alariz Alda Alesa Alesto Alia Alleta Alomás Amariann Ancilfra Annárdo Anta Antavion Ante Anán Aoda Aodo Aoibéad Aoila Aoilda Aoildo Aoldada Aomicon Aonait Aonn Aosa Arcia Aulisa Auracian Aursa Aurse Baolcona Batavee Bene Benicin Benzo Bera Beraco Berma Bersuna Berto Beán Bianma Blán Bongele Boria Bria Brica Bricelio Bricile Bris Brín Bualaya Caigoro Caino Calgaino Camart Cantalda Cariana Caro Casaneas Casia Cassaora Cato Ceata Cect Ciana Cietto Cina Cinerna Ciona Cisíono Clais Clanolac Clomarna Clán Cobna Cobo Coilla Coim Coimill Coina Cola Colán Cona Connala Connto Cosan Cosne Crín Crós Cundo Cyrio Dalan Dallac Dann Dardo Dastín Debecar Delicos Dena Derazia Derneste Desarinm Dessimus Deya Diantiú Disaffac Domás Donseán Dosna Dovions Dovit Duatinn Dubel Dáil Dúna Earbal Earia Ecara Ecino Edieta Efaolio Efin Eicena Eidia Eigio Eigualo Eigín Eilda Einníleo Eird Eldanaya Elia Elico Elle Emau Enceta Entin Entxa Enza Eodona Eoge Eonan Ermertia Ersa Esara Escarnán Essafia Eufeina Eugernán Eves Fabra Fabrielo Fana Fealeárd Fealiona Feancia Feanndo Fear Fedo Feilbell Feltán Ferg Fericat Fernales Ferne Fila Fildeon Filitlín Findrolò Finn Fiolfo Fion Fiosue Fiovio Flait Flantia Flas Flaulio Flor Framerio Fraodo Frio Fulimero Fulinn Fíosa Gabia Gapiegia Garcisio Gartim Gaspas Geigore Giag Giano Gianzo Gina Gionn Giulila Gius Giuseo Glias Goro Graita Greste Grianti Grietta Grio Gráilla Grán Guaito Gualego Iada Imeas Incenian Inda Indrad Iontiz Irena Ires Isilín Ióse Iúdán Javicia Jimil Jormaya Jorra Jostia Jual Juala Jualleo Juantin Laineas Laisla Lano Lejait Letta Lilín Lomelvan Lorea Lorioda Luanto Lucarna Ludio Luir Maislás Mait Maldo Mano Maoillo Maoina Maomene Mara Marelian Marna Maro Mart Maróirce Masofán Mastín Maul Mauramo Maxi Mela Melio Melix Menia Menura Micobbán Milín Mina Mine Miona Mitta Monsert Mudiado Muedear Muid Muinntan Muir Muirit Mundás Mursa Musto Mónán Mórana Naaramo Naina Nasca Nesaodo Niana Nicaorea Nicelo Nicina Nielinn Nilin Nuarcion Nórd Oilís Oina Oira Olmolò Onaito Orafra Oristeo Orna Orquato Osamirna Osca Parmila Pasildo Pata Pate Patris Paustro Pele Peoperr Peto Piel Pielia Piere Piero Pilinm Prietto Póinna Racio Raffaela Rang Raola Riano Ricoma Rict Rieli Roill Roiren Román Rual Rualven Ruan Ruannesa Ruar Ruarto Ruina Ruiria Rundria Runo Ruto Rutomard Rutoro Rídean Rídel Sabano Sabres Saelina Salia Samotan Sangon Sano Sarco Sarta Sepcia Serna Sesa Seál Siano Sila Simonia Sliane Sofella Sofán Sopoleo Sora Sorcel Sorg Stal Séadria Séalla Séario Síleas Tere Tertinn Tianm Tiara Tiguilís Tina Titlín Tivio Tobuall Torosano Torra Trid Tulin Uaitto Ualbal Ualia Uibanga Uino Ulia Ulio Ulvia Unartan Undra Ural Urdese Vaderto Vales Vannarrd Viantán Vicia Vicinn Vidia Vier Vietit Vino Vivaltán Yeta Zalo Zuliac Áino Ártoilit Éarcán Éirlo Ídín Órlacia

same thing but longer names

Abrione Adeac Afaba Agele Agóido Aitza Aldolfo Aldores Aleileo Aleogán Aleán Alome Alomenio Amormo Anarg Ancena Ancobna Andalao Andolait Andoninn Anmacayesan Aodran Aodónán Aoimona Aoirídín Aolerna Aolla Aomaellait Arcele Ariolucia Armat Aspeinna Ationaito Audio Bailíon Baltán Bandidias Baodo Baolo Barto Bascello Beandovalla Bearinn Beate Becara Beleo Bellan Benaida Benso Benzo Beppierenza Berescin Bergiulbena Berinia Berio Bermirina Beárdo Blanacquada Blandra Bliaria Brina Bréad Bríoma Bróinndo Bualia Buana Caele Cailopolcon Caime Cainerturia Cainn Caitorlo Caoiricolò Caole Caono Carcelo Carmodelia Carto Casaodo Casán Ceavia Cecarmena Cinisíonzo Cistorgi Claitlandás Clamirín Clana Clasán Cobea Cobuancecto Coistatig Colana Colmaomito Colotto Comenairgio Comin Comora Conna Consia Cores Cosca Costa Costeos Covann Creamira Crieleanza Cuinín Cuire Culta Cyriagrán Dadarse Dadra Dalia Danacia Daoilín Darinnán Dasimenzio Dassia Deacia Dearestal Denearo Denzio Deonigia Dertata Despe Detaito Dianaito Diante Didrear Digia Dintit Dolmoro Domáito Dubenegius Dubenzo Duberill Dympazio Déada Déamuire Dóill Dúnla Eablan Ealia Edeargelia Edinna Edwinne Efilaudey Eimota Eiraficoma Eirraule Elabríd Emaidiantio Ementina Emiannán Eminn Enria Enriasto Eoilín Ercona Erietta Eroxa Essael Etria Eufer Eufermatiú Eóidian Eóino Fabbán Fabra Fabranton Fabri Faelina Faeto Fanán Faola Faurosarla Feariquel Fearla Fearnestan Feartinn Fedel Felia Feliaarna Felionid Fellaurace Femico Femino Fereanuel Feriziante Fernara Ficonn Fileo Filiste Filín Finearico Finelia Flaoinn Foraffren Forgia Frafit Fraurceabia Fraxire Fromertín Fulbenzo Fulica Fulin Fullocio Féisanto Fíongarnán Fíosiminaki Gaelo Gapiomedo Garela Geppe Giannín Gianán Giltán Gioriodón Girene Grait Grina Gusto Intin Ireyag Issadeal Istefabasio Istonna Iósell Jairena Janielisa Joaquann Joaque Jonnán Jorea Jorique Jornaira Josnaoila Josnatrac Josne Jostefre Jualeo Juales Juanlaila Julil Kebeasann Kebrait Lailís Laudo Laulia Laulis Learna Lenicobele Leonne Lettoib Lewina Lianfid Lilavia Lippaoir Lislisa Lixto Loroloro Louraoine Luantonóral Luciann Lucrón Ludestero Ludion Ludoma Luina Luiristro Luision Lundréarna Lupeofing Macos Maela Maetalla Maevee Mairiona Maiton Mandoilia Mannán Maodian Maoileilín Maolavia Maonn Marafaetrio Marbríofria Marcisadro Mardoa Maricear Marinn Marlarla Marmare Marra Martín Massia Matena Matia Maulio Maurenit Mearica Melta Micann Milicis Millandrio Milvano Mireamodóir Mirgiulait Mirielicona Miril Mirna Mitto Monesta Monia Muiergia Muila Muilbia Muilicaolò Muirafro Muirseocio Mundrogena Munzo Musto Nalesuse Nicio Nicoini Niell Nieroxa Nierrayolo Ninda Nistad Nualin Olistéoda Ordromarla Oreamait Oredgarizio Ormarcolm Osceppolo Osidalmo Pabra Paoifelit Paoimona Paomóra Paquailín Paquibena Pardo Paudesego Paurodo Pazul Pergilín Pielamear Pielina Piell Pielmón Pieltian Piernaotan Pricilvesa Prigua Pádra Pádréan Póina Póinstéarto Racilda Racuiricata Ramaulina Rantimo Remirne Remmara Ricos Rinestino Rique Rogán Roimerga Rotelis Ruirceleo Réandro Rídín Sabere Saell Saidiantino Sanán Selicto Sellacano Selta Sento Seopo Sesciadro Severomán Seárdo Siania Siano Sidomeaniad Siletas Siomeata Sliarma Suina Sulis Sunzaleid Séambrinn Séana Séanni Séarla Síneon Tandra Tebon Tefin Teodalvio Teongona Tiero Tinatoro Tinebrós Tinéad Tiosalea Tornall Tricia Turea Téamiosio Téante Ualdado Uanda Uartúr Ulandea Ulbia Undán Valildo Valucaoib Vaniccia Varbaino Vermiria Vielmonil Viertúr Viodavo Viodicisto Virdganaito Vivita Xirena Zulcatre Éamaurodo Éarid Éidiono Éilta Émenán Óraffabian Órlano

[sexymultifacetshadowling]

Eonan- the sound of the ocean waves

Sad tales and stories about losses and forgotten loves

When people can make a good solo on an instrument

People who will squash other's dreams for no reason

Anything, but a good shot of whisky or tequila will do the job nicely

Playing his instruments, singing or his sibling smiling

Eorac- Eonan' breathing

Nothing (imagining never seeing their sibling again)

Someone who it deemed weak wrecking someone's shit

A good drunken song

His brother being all happy

😴 What helps your oc sleep at night?

😭 What makes your oc cry?

😱 What makes your oc's mouth drop open?

🤢 What makes your oc sick?

😜 What brings out your oc's humor?

😄 What makes your oc smile?

[theravingspoon]

Eònan - Cryptowall [Fabrik Music]

There is some drama in the track ✊😍

[marberrie]

a spooky bitch

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

In order of most influence/most changed my life:

Tag the OC who has influenced you the most as their creator or changed your life in some way.

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[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

Early Autumn beeech time pt 5

[noctyrne]

commission for @kururusus​

[nautseverywhere]

That's Eonan's run so far....explosions or creepies.

Nothing else.

Well, his wedding to Teldryn but even that had explosions thanks to the serious marriage mod!!!!

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

In order of deepness:

tag the oc with a deep voice

[snowbarryiscoming]

The First Time- Yoongi

just a warning, I didn’t know how to start this

thinking of BTS not being a group anymore saddens me but I feel like by the time they’re not together, they would’ve achieved so much and they’d be proud of who they were, what they did, and the obstacles they faced to get to where they were

buttttt 

we’re not there so it’s not time for that

Anywho, as always, the Korean seen in this part and all my BTS related fanfic comes from Google and I do apologize if the translation isn’t accurate.

Thank youuuu

“Hey, how’d it go?”

You were sitting on your couch waiting for Yoongi to get home from the meeting with everyone.

This was it. 

BTS was no longer a Kpop group, and it sadden you. Yes, you had a relationship with Yoongi, and you knew and loved all the boys, but the fan inside of you was sobbing like a baby. 

Yoongi shrugged and you got up to go over to him. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he had been crying.

“Na-ege malhae.” (talk to me)

He sighed and led you over to the couch, where you sat on his lap. 

“Jigeum gibun-i eottae?” (what are you feeling right now?)

“Igeos-eun na-ege il-eonan choegoui il-ieossseubnida, mullon dangsin oee. Geuligo ije kkeutnass-eo. Jigeum mueos-eulhaeyahabnikka?”  (this was the best thing that happened to me, besides you of course. And now it’s just over. What do I do now?)

You placed your hand on Yoongi’s cheek and caressed it as you thought.

“Ulineun gajog-i doel su issseubnida, deudieo sinhon yeohaeng-eul tteona.” (we could be a family, finally go on that honeymoon.)

 He glanced down at your body and pressed a finger at your womb, a soft, gummy smile forming on his face. 

“Naneun geu agileul salanghanda, jagi. Neowa iss-eumyeon sang-gwan eobs-eo.” (i love that, baby. i don’t care as long as it’s with you.)

You smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He pulled you in for another kiss and held you tight against him. With each second, the kiss became a make-out and he had guided you to straddle his lap. You rolled your hips, which made him moan. He rested his head on the back of the couch as your lips attached to his neck. You placed kisses and nips everywhere you could before pausing to glance at your husband’s face.

“Geu agileul sijaghaeya hal geos gat-a.” (i think we should get started on that baby)

He tilted his head at you. “Hwagsilhabnikka? Igeos-eun cheoeum-ibnida.” (are you sure? this would be your first time)

“Ulineun sunyeon dong-an hamkkehaessseubnida. Ulineun machimnae gyeolhonhaessseubnida geuligo nan dangsin-eul salanghabnida.” (we have been together for many years. we’re finally married and i love you)

His fingers went to cup your cheek and his eyes gazed into yours, making sure this was what you wanted.

He pressed a kiss to your lips again and stood up while carrying you.

“Okay.”

You pressed your lips to his as he went up the stairs to your bedroom and placed you gently on the bed. You glanced up at him as he took of his shirt and you immediately sat up to kiss his chest. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair as he let out a breath. 

He pulled you away gently from your hair after giving him more love bites. His fingers let go of your hair and went down to the hem of your shirt and took it off for you, and smirked. 

“No beula? Nappeun yeoja.” (no bra? naughty girl)

You let out a sigh of pleasure as his fingers brushed against your breasts and then massaged them as he pressed kisses to your neck. 

“Yoongi.”

You pulled him closer by his waist as you felt yourself getting more soaked by the second. He stopped and helped you up so he could pulled your sweatpants off with your panties. He maintained eye contact with you as he got onto his knees and his mouth reached out to your lower lips. 

You moaned and put your hands in his hair to push him closer. His lips began to suck on your clit as you felt a finger come into play. 

“Oh, Yoongi.”

He pulled his lips away for a second and began to use his tongue while he entered another finger. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your fingers tightened its grip in his hair as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. 

“I’m close, baby.”

You release your grip and gently pulled his head away from you and his eyes found yours as his fingers remained idle inside. 

“Make love to me, Yoongi.”

He gave you a soft, gummy smile as he pulled his fingers away, glancing at how covered there were with you. 

[that one gif of yoongi where he’s like wiping his neck or something and his fingers are wet. that’s the gif i want you to imagine]

He was about to lick his fingers, but you kneeled down and beat him to it. He licked his lips as his eyes were focused on your mouth. You pulled his fingers out, and motioned for him to get up as you stayed on your knees. 

Unbuttoning his jeans, you kept eye contact with him, but could feel the bulge in his pants. You pulled them down, but kept the boxers on. You placed kisses on the bulge, pulling a moan from him. His fingers gripped your hair as you teased him through his boxers. 

“Baby.”

You pulled down his boxers and his length was right there in front you, so you just couldn’t help but take it in your mouth. 

“Shit.”

You took all of it in until it reached the back of your mouth, and Yoongi swore he could cum just from you taking it. 

You began to bob your head as his hands let go of your hair and began to pet it.

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me. Fuck. Just like that. My good girl.”

His words made you soak your panties, as you knew you were his good girl. Anything he said, you did. Anything he wanted, you gave. Sure, there were some times where you tried but couldn’t, but Yoongi was really understanding and sweet.

That’s why you loved him. And he loved you because you make him happy and even if you can’t him certain things, it’s the fact that you at least made the attempt that he’s grateful for. 

But he knew he wanted to marry you 7 years later. He told you in his vows that he waited 7 years to ask you because he wanted to find out everything and anything he could about you. He wanted to take his time with you, since he knew from the first two years that you were the one for him. 

“Come here, baby.”

You released him from your mouth and he helped you onto your knees gently, pressing his lips to your as his hand found your breast. 

“Lay down for me, pretty girl.”

You did as he said and he followed, widening your legs around him as he settled in between. 

“Aniolago malhal majimag gihoe.” (last chance to say no)

“Gyesogga.” (keep going) 

Yoongi lined himself with your entrance and you nodded to him when he glanced at you, giving you one more chance. He slowly filled you up, both of you softly moaning at the feeling. 

Yoongi wanted to go faster, but he’d save that for another time. Right now, in this moment, he wanted to take his time, make this as gentle and passionate and full of love as he could. 

After all, you’ve got the rest of your lives together to have more moments like this one. 

When you both reached your climaxes, he helped you get cleaned up before laying down next to you and pulling you close to cuddle. 

“Palie gago sipni?” (do you want to go to Paris?) 

You glanced at him, sofly smiling, “Neowa hamkkelamyeon eodideun galgeoya.” (i would go anywhere as long as you are with me)

A few weeks later you did end up going on your honeymoon to Paris, nights and mornings filled with love making and wonderful, tender moments. 

A month after BTS’ disbandment, you and Yoongi met up with the rest of the boys to go to lunch. Once you all got to the restaurant, you inhaled the scent of food, and instantly felt nauseous. You ran to the bathroom and kneeled over the toilet, regurgitating everything you had eaten that morning. 

When you returned, you assured you were fine, that it was just a bug of some sort, but deep down you had a suspicion as to what it was. 

After lunch, the boys wanted to go to the mall, and you told Yoongi that you wanted to go to the store to get something for your bug, and that you’d take one of the boys to be safe. He was a little suspicious but let you go anyway. You took Jin, as he was the oldest of the bunch and you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. 

He questioned why you both were going to the store and you told him that he’d see why you were. Once you got there, you led him in and made a beeline to the pregnancy tests and grabbed one, noticing Jin’s shocked expression in your peripheral vision. You quickly paid for it and thankfully, that store had a bathroom. 

You and Jin met back with the boys and went over to Namjoon’s place, Jin not saying a word about what happened. All the boys were sitting on the couch in the living room and you decided that since you were all together and they were your family, it was the right time. 

You stood up and went over to stand in front of all of them. You bit your lip, and instead of say anything, you just took out your test, which was wrapped in paper towel and showed it to them. 

“Jeo imsin haess-eoyo.” (i’m pregnant)

Yoongi was the first to stand up and go over to you, taking the test to see for himself before kissing you. He embraced you tightly and then the rest of the boys came over to embrace the both of you. 

Even though BTS was over, these boys would still be BTS to you

Your BTS family

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3O - lady!Eonan and Sofie

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Here is my brother’s character in the werewolf campaign I am running and playing in for my birthday.

Aethelvel Elms - A part time city guard, who stayed home to help run the family farm and protect it from his horrible aunt and uncle after his parents died. He is brother to Eonan, but did not become a werewolf till later in the campaign. He finally accepted the “blood of the beast” to help save his younger siblings after they were sold into slavery.

Other Werewolf Campaign Art Here