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taevbears · 25 days ago

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To Be Loved - Holiday Special

As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe That hope is the greatest of gifts we'll receive

⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.2k ⤑ warnings: slight angst, slight description of violence, miscommunication lmao, implied smut, mentions of everyone's favorite asshole (kangdae) ⤑ note: happy 2025! i hope BTS' reunion year has been treating you all well so far! i meant to post this last month, but lol. 2024 was ... a year for me. anyway, i miss this couple and i hope y'all enjoy this belated Christmas gift from me!

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It’s a cold winter’s night.

Frosted windows show a picturesque snow-covered wonderland outside the old manor. White ice blankets the forest ground and evergreen treetops, freshly-fallen and undisrupted by the nocturnal wildlife. Beneath the silver glow of moonlight is a hushed silence and a serene stillness, as if time itself has frozen over to take in the captivating beauty of the night.

A shiver runs down your back, and you pull the blanket around your shoulders a little tighter around you. From the tall windows of the west wing, you’re gifted with breathtaking sights of quiet and gentle snowfall, sunsets that paint the skies hues of orange, red, and gold, and dark clouds that obscure the moonlight as night falls and storms roll in.

Seven months ago, you ran away from your abusive boyfriend and arrived at this old and desolated manor. Moss and vines grow upon the sturdy structure, and an overgrown yard lies beyond the iron gate that leads up to it. The floors creak loudly with your careful steps, the wallpaper is peeling and faded in your room, and the antique furniture is chipped and worn. Yet, you’ve quickly learned that this manor houses something very special.

Hybrids.

Creatures that are both human and animal, but are outcasted from your society and treated like second-hand citizens. Because they’re different. Because they’re not fully human. Because they’re partly beasts, they’re treated like monsters.

Ironically, while you were living in your small, provincial town, you felt just as outcasted. You’re pretty, therefore, you had to be Kangdae’s. He treated you like a doll to puppet around and break, and everyone told you how lucky you are. Because he was wealthy and handsome. Because you look good together. Because what more is there to love?

But Kangdae never loved you. And it took coming here, to this old manor, for you to realize that.

At first, you only intended to stay until the bad storm passes. But soon, the exotic hybrids living here started to get used to you. Over time, the old manor started to feel like home. And eventually, you started to realize what love is really like.

Your gaze lifts to above the treelines, and you feel like a child by the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Santa and his sleigh. And as you muse the thought, you spot something in the sky – a flash of blue-silver.

Soon, a long shadow circles around the manor, and a celestial beast crawls into the exposed opening on the upper-corner of the room. Iridescent scales shimmer with the moonlight, covering his serpent-like body. Long, sharp talons land on the stone floor. Whiskers and beard are dusted with fresh snow. The indigo-colored eyes easily spot you staring up at him in awe.

Truly, he’s the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen. You have to wonder why he’d ever think of himself anything less.

For half a year, the beast kept its identity a secret, masking his form and forbidding you from entering the west wing. Had you wandered here before, you would’ve found the gold and gems he secretly stuffed in his drawers, or would’ve caught him basking under the morning sun’s rays while he sleeps. You would've seen the traces of his violent anguish, from the scratches on the walls and holes on the floor, and he’d quietly admit it was often caused by trying to suppress this form.

Now, he has nothing to hide.

“Welcome home,” you say to the creature before you.

Then, on purpose, the beast wiggles and shakes off the wet snow from his scales.

“Ah, Namjoon!” you squeal, shutting your eyes and using your blanket to shield you from the drops of water. A playful chuckle follows, and in his human form, Namjoon wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close.

“What are you doing here? You know you’re not allowed,” he reminds you, quirking an eyebrow. All traces of the beast you had seen before are gone in this form, save for the indigo hue in his eyes. “Jimin will be upset if you catch a cold again.”

The giant hole allows Namjoon to quickly enter and exit the manor in his other form, but it also allows the freezing air and snow to come in. It makes this particular area more dangerous than the rest of the manor, weathered and damaged by the elements. Even with a blanket wrapped around you, you’re still trembling.

“What can I say? I really wanted to see you,” you admit shyly.

It’s only been a month since the night you told Namjoon you loved him. Everything still feels so new – that feeling of love and being loved in return.

Despite the freezing temperatures and the slight dampness caught in his hair, he stands before you, unaffected and incredibly warm. He presses his forehead against yours, and his voice is low as he murmurs, “I came as soon as I could.”

You’re not sure who initiates the kiss first, but something about it just feels right. The feel of his thick lips against your own. The way his hand cups your face with a gentle firmness as he starts to walk you away from the windows and toward his bed. The heat of the kiss against the frost-bitten air makes you want more.

But then, an image of your ex-fiancé flashes in your mind. Just above where you stand is where Kangdae met his end. And even after his death, he still haunts you.

That split-second of him – drenched in the rain, eyes wild with fury, aiming his gun to you and Namjoon – causes you to step back and gasp.

For a moment, you and Namjoon stand steps away. His brow furrows with worry, and guilt starts to swallow you whole when you realize you’ve just ruined the moment.

“Are you cold?” Namjoon finally asks, breaking the silence. He picks up your blanket from the ground and drapes it around you again. You hadn’t noticed it slipped off your shoulders as he was kissing you. He smiles at you kindly, dimples forming on his cheeks. “Let’s get you somewhere warmer.”

You nod your head, unable to find your voice.

It doesn’t feel fair.

Namjoon is the one you want. He makes you feel so safe and happy, and you truly love him so much.

So why do Kangdae’s words still taunt you, making you feel like you don’t deserve to be loved at all?

“Careful, it’s dusty,” Hoseok warns, standing in front of a room that probably hasn’t been entered in years. Tiny specs float in the air as he pushes the door open, and the three of you peek into the dark room to find an old storage space.

Today, the three of you are tasked to clean out some of the unused rooms in the west wing. Your body aches from sweeping and scrubbing floors, wiping windows, and moving furniture around all day. But at least this is the last room you’re assigned to tackle.

Honestly, it’s also a welcomed distraction.

Last night, Namjoon slept in your room in the east wing. You kept apologizing for pushing him away, and even though he did nothing wrong, he said he was sorry for getting too carried away.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Namjoon,” you tell him, feeling even worse.

With incredible patience and attentiveness, Namjoon courted you for months: nightly dates, sticky notes in your books, and flowers by your bedside. He never pushed you into doing anything you were uncomfortable with. And it must’ve been because he knew you weren’t ready for a relationship so soon after what you’ve escaped from.

“Neither do you,” Namjoon replies. You see his pretty eyes briefly glance toward the door, as if debating whether he should stay here or return to the west wing.

“Come to bed, please,” you decide for him, gesturing at the empty spot beside you.

His face lights up as he pulls off his shirt and settles under the covers with you. Your hands have a mind of their own, touching the bulk of his muscles and feeling the warmth of his skin.

You feel lucky. You feel undeserving.

He sighs at your gentle caresses and closes his eyes. He looks content like this, being this close and enjoying your touch, breathing you in. He takes your wrist and kisses it before he snuggles closer to hold you.

It feels so nice to be held like this, to be safe and feel protected. Even now, you’re not quite used to it. Even now, when you know you should feel happy, you feel troubled.

You think he’s asleep. His breathing slows and his eyes remain closed.

And you can’t help but hate Kangdae all over again. For showing you his version of love so you’d think that it’s cruel and ugly. For being a monster that creeps in the shadows of the back of your mind long after he’s passed. For convincing you that a love as sweet and beautiful as Namjoon’s is only a fairytale.

For making you believe that happily ever afters don’t exist.

Namjoon deserves a mate that isn’t broken from their past like you. It’s a daunting thought that hangs over you – that even though he says you’re the one, you could still lose him somehow.

“I wish I wasn’t so afraid to love you.”

When you woke up that morning, Namjoon had already left. He’s been going into town often lately, so that isn’t unusual. Yet, the dread of being an unworthy mate continues to plague your mind as you fix breakfast with the hybrids and focus on the house chores you agreed to take on.

“Careful, Jungkook,” Hoseok begins, eyeing wearily as the bunny-hybrid picks up a large box. “Some of them are heavy.”

“It’s okay. I’m strong,” he assures him, pausing to wink at you. You smile, fondly recalling how he’d come to protect you since you two ran away together. As he moves around, he hears something jingling inside. “Huh? What’s even in these?”

Curious, you and Hoseok inch closer to Jungkook as he sets the box down. Something inside rattles, knocking together with every movement. You’re certain you hear tiny bells and glass as well. As Jungkook rips open the packaging tape and pulls it open, your head nearly collides with Hoseok’s antlers as the three of you gather around and peek inside.

Round glass painted in deep, holiday red.

“They’re Christmas ornaments!” you exclaim with a gasp. With everything that’s been happening, you’ve almost forgotten that the holidays are here.

Jungkook picks one of them up and examines it. “What’s Christmas?”

Your head whips away from the ornaments to stare at him. “You’re kidding!”

He brings the ornament to his nose to smell it. “I’m not.”

“It’s a big winter holiday,” you answer, wondering if it’d ring a bell. But both hybrids continue to blankly stare at you. “People usually spend it with their friends and family, exchanging gifts, singing carols all month, and decorating their homes with lights and a tree.”

“Ah. It’s a human celebration,” Hoseok realizes.

“Well, sure, but… you guys never celebrated it?” you ask with a frown. You imagine they’d have fun eating a big feast together, playing winter-themed party games, and opening each other’s presents.

But then, why would they?

As hybrids, some of their Christmases were locked up in a cage, freezing in the cold. Or trying to survive the harsh winter while running away from hunters trying to capture and sell them. Some are put to work, gifted away like toys, or treated like spectacles at a fancy party. At best, it’s another day, though relatively quiet with humans going out of town to be with their loved ones.

“I’ve never celebrated Christmas before,” Jungkook admits.

“Me neither,” Hoseok says, sweeping the floor again. “I don’t think any of us ever had a proper Christmas before.”

An idea strikes you just then. The two hybrids watch as you open another box. Then, another. You’re delighted to see that they’re all Christmas decorations.

“Well,” you decide with a smile, carrying one of them out of the room. “That’s going to change this year.”

“What’s all this?” Yoongi asks from behind you, watching as you carefully wrap garland around the stair rail.

“Christmas,” Jimin answers on your behalf as he hangs eight stockings over the fireplace.

When you, Hoseok, and Jungkook pulled out boxes of decorations from the storage room, it caught the attention of the other hybrids. Soon, you have Seokjin and Taehyung bickering about where to put the giant tree they found, Hoseok trying not to get his antlers tangled with tinsel and garland, Jungkook playing with the nutcrackers, and Jimin helping you decorate.

“Do you want to help?” you ask the leopard-hybrid. You glance at one of the boxes and suggest, “You can put up the wreaths on the doors.”

He picks one up and tilts his head, his ears flickering a bit. “Does Namjoon know we’re doing this?”

You pause what you’re doing, eyes widening with a mild panic. “Would Namjoon have a problem with this?”

“Not when it’s your suggestion,” Jimin replies, his feathers bristling with pride as he steps back to admire his work. “You’re his mate.”

“Either way, it’s a nice change of scenery,” Seokjin adds as he and Taehyung finally agree on a spot for the tree.

Your smile fades a bit. The insecurity that you’ve tried to keep at bay rises again. “I don’t know if I’m a good mate for him.”

Your voice is so quiet, you didn’t think they’d hear you. But all six of them whip their heads toward you, appalled.

“WHAT?” Taehyung shouts so loud, he startles you.

“Why would you say that? Did Namjoon say something to you?” Seokjin sputters, looking ready to scold the younger hybrid, despite Namjoon being the leader of their pack.

“No, it’s not that. He’s been so good to me. You all have,” you assure them. Seven months ago, the hybrids residing at the manor treated you like an outsider – a threat lingering in their territory. Things are completely different now that they consider you a friend.

“Then what’s wrong?” Yoongi gently asks.

“Kangdae,” you answer, and you practically feel the hostility in the air at the mere mention of his name. “I’ve been with him for so long, I don’t think I know how to love.”

To love and to be loved in return. It’s still so foreign to you.

“These days, Namjoon is the happiest I’ve ever seen him,” Jimin mentions. He takes the garland from you and starts to finish the rest, weaving it around the railing. “Even though he knows you’re his mate, he didn’t think you’d accept him. He always worried that he’d scare you off. That once you saw what kind of hybrid he is, you’d only see him as a monster.”

“I never thought of him as a monster.”

“I know you don’t, but Namjoon still worries about that sometimes. You’re human. You don’t feel that pull toward your mate like hybrids do when they find each other. You don’t feel that same certainty Namjoon felt the moment he first saw you.” Jimin looks in your eyes as he adds, “But that doesn’t make you a bad mate.”

“You’re meant to be loved,” Taehyung tells you, pulling you into a bear hug as you wipe your tears away. “And Namjoon is meant to be loved by you, too. Sometimes, the both of you need a reminder of that.”

Christmas is your favorite holiday.

As a child, you and your siblings would wake up your parents on Christmas morning with the joy of seeing presents from Santa under the tree. You’d spend the night before baking cookies and watching feel-good movies, and sometimes your father would take you all out to play in the snow and skate on the frozen lake.

Even as you grew older, you still enjoyed wrapping presents, decorating the tree, and humming your favorite Christmas songs as you cooked and cleaned. Even during the long, bleak years you’ve spent with Kangdae, you always looked forward to the time of year where everything is a little more joyful and merrier.

All day, you and the hybrids have been busy decorating the whole manor. Red and green are adorn in every corner, from the stockings neatly lined up on the mantle to the garlands of pine and holly hanging over arches and wrapped around stair rails. The tree that Seokjin and Taehyung brought in is heavily decorated with shimmering ornaments and ribbons, and on the top of the tree is a glimmering star that shines above the balls and lights. The wreaths that Yoongi hung up are placed on the doorways, and the nutcrackers that Jungkook grabbed are displayed on the shelves.

You step back in admiration, proud of what you’ve all accomplished. “Good job, everyone! The manor looks beautiful.”

An old grandfather clock tolls in the hour.

Seokjin looks over at Yoongi. “We should get started on dinner.”

“Yeah, it’s already late,” Yoongi agrees as the two begin to head toward the kitchen. Jungkook offers to help, trailing after the two.

“We’re going to check on the garden,” Hoseok informs as he, Jimin, and Taehyung plan to leave together as well. “Namjoon should be at his study.”

You look surprised. “Namjoon is home?”

Usually, he’d greet you as soon as he came back from his trips. But you don’t think much of it as you thank Hoseok and make your way toward the west wing.

Sure enough, you find him in his study. A fireplace is lit, cackling softly with a warm and inviting glow. The flicker of flames makes the shadows of the room dance, and Namjoon sits on a velvet chair by the fire, staring at the hearth. On an end table beside him is a tray with a container of whiskey and a half-filled glass.

Another memory flashes in your mind. Anger and alcohol, glass shattering by your head, and Kangdae storming away for the night while you cried. It scared you whenever Kangdae drank, but you don’t feel nervous at all when Namjoon does.

“Hey, when did you come back?” you ask, closing the door behind you.

“Not long,” he answers without looking at you. He seems sad.

You watch as he grabs the glass and finishes it in one go. “Did something happen?”

Before you could step closer, he suddenly stands. The clink of the glass on the tray fills the tense silence. Despite the glow of the fire, you catch the tinge of redness in his cheeks, and a glimpse of his watery eyes.

You close the distance, touching his face and asking what’s wrong. Rather than answering, he wraps his arm around you and pulls you to his chest. You feel him breathe you in, as if having you in his arms helps him calm down and eases his worries.

Then, after a while, he states, “You’re not scared.”

“I’m not,” you confirm, a little confused why he thinks you would be. “I never am when I’m with you.”

The memories of all that you’ve been through linger in the back of your mind, but being in Namjoon’s arms now, feeling safe and protected, feeling warm and loved – it reminds you that this is what love is supposed to feel like.

You are meant to be loved.

He doesn’t say anything for a while again. He simply rests his chin on top of your head, and just as you were about to speak, he suddenly asks, “Do you want to spend the evening with me?”

You lift your head to look at him. “Of course I do. Always.”

He smiles a little. Just enough that the dimples you love form on his cheeks. “Okay. Get ready and wear something warm.”

“Something warm?”

“I want to take you on a real date this time.”

It’s been months since you’ve been to a town, surrounded by other humans who are enjoying their night.

Fried food, grilled meat, and fresh pastries linger from the market stalls, all decorated for the festivities as sellers are busy handing treats shaped like snowmen and reindeer or seasonal spiced drinks. A live band performs Christmas tunes on a stage. Little shops with trinkets and homemade ornaments and accessories pitch their products as the perfect gifts for the year. In the center is a huge Christmas tree, its branches heavy with silver and gold ornaments, red ribbons, and colorful fairy lights.

“Wow…” You marvel at the sights and sounds before you, a bit winded after Namjoon flew you here in his other form.

Namjoon glances at the look on your face and smiles to himself before pushing up a thick pair of sunglasses over his indigo eyes. With them, he blends in like any other human. Even if it is a bit odd for him to wear those glasses at this time of night.

Excited, you take his hand and he lets you lead him to whatever catches your attention. The two of you stop by every open stall, admiring the trinkets, sampling food, and buying small gifts you’d think the other hybrids would like. You pick out some clothes at a thrift shop for yourself and the hybrids, and you’re genuinely impressed with every outfit Namjoon tries on and shows off to you. At a convenience store, Namjoon helps you carry a bag full of ramen, pastries, and snacks you hadn't realized you missed until you saw them. And as the night gets later and the air grows colder, the two of you end up at a table in a small, crowded restaurant.

“This was really fun, Namjoon,” you state, scooping a spoonful of dessert as you admire your haul. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

Namjoon reaches across the table to hold your hand. “I’m glad. We can come here more often if you’d like. No one is looking for you anymore.”

You glance around the lively restaurant. TV monitors are showing Christmas specials instead of missing person reports. Families with small children, couples on a date, and friends making toasts and exchanging gifts are sitting on the tables around you. To them, you and Namjoon are just any other couple enjoying their night.

It’s a kind of freedom you’ve never really thought about.

Before you met Kangdae, you were nobody. Just a quiet girl that loved to hide away from the world and read her books. People found you odd for that. You never quite fit in with the rest of the people in town.

Dating a man like Kangdae placed you on everyone’s radar. He was handsome, popular, and wealthy – a monster disguised as a prince. Although he only sought you out because you’re beautiful, he kept you around because together, you were something. A spectacle. A power couple meant to inherit the wealth and influence his parents had over the town. It didn’t matter what he did behind closed doors, as long as he’s seen as a doting boyfriend in the eyes of the public. As long as you did your part and pretended to be happy.

Now, Kangdae is gone. He can’t hurt you anymore. He isn’t trying to look for you and drag you back to that miserable life. Without him, you’re nobody again. You’re free.

That’s the greatest gift you could ever ask for.

“Could we?” you ask, hopeful.

Already, you’re thinking of so many possibilities. Museum dates where he’d excitedly ramble about his favorite art pieces. Tiny concert halls where singers perform to a small, intimate crowd, and you and Namjoon are part of the audience. Coffee shops and bookstores, and cakes that are too cute and pretty to eat.

“Of course,” he replies, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. It’s hard to read his face when he adds, “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy.”

Behind his sunglasses, you can feel his stare. “I don’t scare you?”

You frown, wondering where this is coming from. Again, you confirm, “You never scared me, Namjoon.”

“I want to believe you.”

But he doesn’t.

He always worried that he’d scare you off. That once you saw what kind of hybrid he is, you’d only see him as a monster.

Did something happen? Did you do something to upset him earlier? Was that why he seemed so sad when you greeted him at his study?

“Namjoon, what—?”

“Would you like me to bring anything else?” a waitress interrupts, eyeing on the finished plates and drinks on your table.

“No,” Namjoon tells her, giving her a polite smile as he takes out his wallet to pay for the meal. “That’s all.”

The hybrids are still awake when you and Namjoon arrive back at the manor. You barely step inside before strong arms engulf you in a hug.

“Welcome home!” Jungkook greets you.

Jimin smirks as he looks between you and Namjoon. “How was your date?”

Taehyung grabs a bag of snacks you got for them and peers inside. “What’s all this?”

“Give them some space, guys,” Seokjin lightly scolds them, shooing the youngest hybrids away from the door.

“Whoa, you brought a lot of stuff!” Hoseok exclaims as Namjoon helps you carry in your bags.

“Most of them are for you guys,” Namjoon explains, moving them away before Hoseok could take them.

“For us?” Yoongi questions, turning his attention to you. “What for?”

“It’s Christmas,” you remind them, letting Jungkook go so you could help bring your gifts upstairs.

Taehyung frowns. “But we didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s not the point,” you assure them, seeing their pinned ears and pouty lips. “It’s about being kind to each other. To celebrate the end of a long year together. To make your loved ones happy.”

You look at Namjoon then, but he’s already walking up the stairs.

He makes you so happy. You’re afraid of messing things up.

Part of you feels like, somehow, you already have.

It’s nearly midnight when you walk the empty halls of the east wing and head straight to the west side. You had a full day cleaning, decorating, and going on that date in town with Namjoon. You’ll have another full day wrapping presents, preparing party games and activities, and cooking a full feast.

Then, it’ll be Christmas.

But the further you get to the west wing, the louder you hear it. The howls of the wind. The growls of a beast.

Namjoon is in his other form when you open the door to the master bedroom. He looks like he’s about to take off for the night, facing the opening in the corner of the room.

“You’re leaving?”

Caught off guard, his eyes widen and he stops himself from jumping through the exposed ceiling. He backs away from where the moonlight touches, sinking into the shadows to hide. But then, as if reminding himself that he no longer has to hide from you, he reluctantly steps back under the silver glow of moonlight.

Despite how intimidating he looks, the beast within him is nervous around you.

It makes your heart drop.

“It’s okay. Come here.”

You step closer to the beast as well, petting his snout and admiring the way his scales shine under the light. He watches you carefully, ready to back off at the slightest hint of fear or discomfort.

But you’re calm. Dare to say, even affectionate.

He closes his eyes and sighs. Even in this form, he seems content with your touch, of being this close to you. Your laugh breaks the silence when he nudges your hand for more.

“I’m sorry if I made you sad, Namjoon,” you tell him after a while. “I worry all the time that I’m not a good mate to you.”

His eyes fly open as something connects for him. Namjoon is back in his human form, but the surprise doesn’t leave his face. “Is that what you meant when you said you were afraid to love me?”

And suddenly, his distant behavior makes sense. All this time, he thought you were afraid of him. That his worst fear has come, and you’d refuse to be with him.

“The only thing I’m afraid of is that I can’t make you happy, Namjoon.”

“Impossible,” Namjoon says as his hand cups your face. “To be loved by you is the greatest gift I could ever ask for.”

It’s a cold winter’s day, but in the western wing of the old manor, you’re incredibly warm.

Sunlight peers through the tall windows and the exposed ceiling. The crisp air bites your skin as you stretch and yawn, arms popping from the layers of blankets over you. A chuckle catches your attention, and you turn to see Namjoon is already awake. There’s a soft expression on his face as he lies next to you, forlorn with a dimpled smile and so much love in his beautiful eyes.

“Good morning,” he greets you, his voice low and sleepy.

“Morning,” you whisper back, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. It feels nice. Reassuring. “How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. You’re beautiful even when you’re sleeping,” he tells you, distracted as his head lowers to kiss your neck, your collarbone, the top of your breasts. The blankets that he put over you last night slip around your bare body, unwrapping you like a present. His voice, somehow, becomes huskier as he adds, “I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you easily reply, shivering with pleasure at the contrast between the heat of your mate’s body and the cold, winter morning. With the anticipation of continuing where you left off last night, where, for once, loving felt easy. With Namjoon trailing kisses down your body and, with a dimpled smile, promising to warm you up.

And even if Kangdae’s voice still lingers in the back of your mind, claiming that you don’t deserve to be this happy, Namjoon quells it to a faint whisper.

Because with Namjoon, you’ll always be loved.

“You didn’t come to your room last night,” Yoongi observes, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Your face heats up a bit. “I didn’t know you were keeping tabs on me.”

“You’re human, but you’re one of us,” Seokjin casually explains as he places mugs of hot chocolate in front of you and Jungkook. “It’s in our instincts to look out for our pack.”

“Plus, you have Namjoon’s scent all over—”

“Enough,” Namjoon cuts in, perhaps just as flustered as you are. Yoongi just smirks and takes another sip of his coffee.

“I’m glad you two talked things out,” Jimin pushes anyway, grabbing a pastry that you got for them from the town. He throws a wink at you, black feathers bristling with pride.

The bear-hybrid nods his head. “Yeah, I was worried Namjoon would never—”

“Taehyung!” Hoseok interrupts, not-so subtly gesturing at your hand.

You hold it up, confused. You don’t see anything wrong with your hands. Jungkook takes your hand and examines it, also wondering what they mean. But chaos already erupted as the other hybrids yell over each other while, across from you, Namjoon lets out a long, heavy sigh.

Christmas is your favorite holiday, and on a cold, winter’s day, you celebrate it with the hybrids at the old manor. The decorations and the tree bring in the festive spirit as you hand them the gifts you wrapped: clothes, snacks, board games, vinyls, and other things you thought they’d like. A feast of meat, stews, poultry, roasted vegetables, and dessert were served. Games were played by the warmth of the fireplace and outside in the snow. And while the hybrids take turns singing karaoke in the game room, Namjoon takes your hand and pulls you away from everyone.

“Close your eyes,” he directs with a nervous smile.

“What’s going on?” you ask, closing your eyes anyway. It feels a bit reminiscent of your first date with him, and he guides you to where he wants to take you. Your footsteps echo around the empty halls as rooms, as the voices of the other hybrids grow fainter.

It’s just you and Namjoon.

“You know,” he begins, opening a door and helping you down the small steps. “I’ve been picking up some shifts around the towns, and saving up some money.”

“It’s that why you’ve been so busy lately?”

“Yes, but I think it’ll be worth it,” he says, stopping you when the two of you reach your destination. You don’t need to open your eyes to know that you’re in his garden. The floral fragrance fills the air the moment you step inside the greenhouse. “I got you a present too.”

“You did?”

“It’s not much, but I redid this place for tonight,” he continues, moving behind you and allowing you to open your eyes.

When you do, you’re met with the full bloom of winter flowers and the soft, gentle glow of fairy lights that rival the twinkling stars in the night sky. Frosty windows and snow-covered grounds indicate the freezing temperature outside, but in here – inside the greenhouse – it’s warm. And the iridescent petals of the smeraldo flowers catch your attention. Between the strings of light and the moon, they reflect a magical shine.

Namjoon told you once that they mean “the truth untold.”

But now, there’s nothing to hide.

You turn to face Namjoon, meaning to tell him how his flowers have grown so beautifully. Or how adding the lights is such a nice touch to his little sanctuary.

But the words are lost to you when you turn around and see the look on his face. The gentle admiration in his eyes as he leans against a table.

“What is it?” you ask shyly.

“I was just thinking… Well, actually, I’ve thought about this for a while,” he begins to nervously babble. “I never thought we’d see each other again after you helped me on that stage all those years ago. I thought I lost you for good when you left the manor before I could tell you how much you mean to me. Even now, I wonder if staying at the manor is enough to keep you with me. If five, ten, twenty years from now, you’ll still be at my side.”

“I think I would,” you answer with such certainty. “To be loved by you is the greatest gift I could ever ask for as well.”

“Is that a promise?”

You watch as Namjoon gets off the table and slowly goes down on one knee. In his hand is a velvet box, carrying a ring – simple, pretty. How long has Namjoon been looking for work to save up for this? How long has he kept it with him, waiting for the right moment to finally ask you?

“I love you,” he continues, “and if you’ll have me, will you marry–”

You kiss him before he has a chance to finish his question.

“Oh, Taehyung, this is a perfect view!” you exclaim, smiling at the bear-hybrid. He swipes at his nose and shrugs, but it’s obvious on his face that he’s proud of the spot he found.

The eight of you are settled around a small campfire on the outskirts of a lively town. Seokjin and Jungkook disappear briefly to gather more wood for the fire – their bickering and teasing still within ear-shot to let you know they haven’t wandered too far. Yoongi immediately claims one of the foldable chairs and pours a bottle of cheap wine in a plastic glass. Taehyung sits on the cooler next to him, making a face of disgust when Yoongi lets him take a sip of his drink. Jimin neatly lays out the food on the picnic blanket, and Hoseok snaps pictures on a polaroid camera and shakes the film that prints out.

It’s the last day of the year. And within a few hours, a new day will begin.

You cozy up with Namjoon by the fire, captivated by the way the flames dance before you. It’s warm light catches the diamond on your engagement ring, and for maybe the hundredth time this week, you hold out your hand to admire it.

“I love you,” Namjoon whispers, kissing your temple. You whole-heartedly accepted him for what he is, and see all the good in him on days he only sees the ugly. You make his days feel less lonely, sharing your love for books, art, and nature with him. You take care of his pack; you brought Christmas to them. You stood up for him when he still called himself Rap Monster. How could he not fall in love with you?

“I love you, too. Always,” you reply, turning to kiss him. The way his lips feel against yours just feels right. Perfect.

Christmas is over, and after staying up with the hybrids by the warmth of the fire, you see the lively town below shooting fireworks to ring in the new year.

You and the hybrids toast and cheer, and grab each other for tight hugs and well wishes. The past year, you’ve rescued Jungkook, ran away from Kangdae, and started living with the others. Last year, you told Namjoon that you loved him, and the ring on your finger symbolizes that he loves you as well – that he’ll promise to protect and cherish you.

And as you find yourself back in Namjoon’s arms, sharing your first kiss with him for the year, you can’t help but feel like this is it.

This is what love is really like.

This is your happily ever after.

Thank you for reading ♡ Comments & reviews are greatly appreciated!

#to be loved #namjoon x reader #bts namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts namjoon x you #bts fic #hybrid fic #bts hybrid fic #hybrid namjoon x you #hybrid namjoon #bts rm x reader #rm x you #bts christmas #hybrid namjoon x reader #namjoon fic #namjoon smut

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WE NEED THE PARANOIA PROFILE PLEASEEEE

ur lucky I just finished it LMAOOO ill just copy and past it into here ig

—✮ paranoia is a kband that debuted under sm entertainment on october 31st 2023, they went platinum with their debut mini album that has four songs two songs showing one side of their concept and the other two showing the other, the popular band consists of three members, wonbin, yn and jaehyun.

THE DISCOGRAPHY ★

DEBUT MINI ALBUM — PARANOIA october 31st 2023 (4 tracks) success level — successful

💿#TRACKS

01 . wicked love written by yn & wonbin produced by jaehyun *debut track* (6 wins) mv 200m views (og artist - yena) 02. I just threw out the love of my dreams written by yn produced by jaehyun (og artist - weezer)

03. fairy of shampoo written by wonbin produced by yn * second debut track* (12 wins) mv 260m views (og artist - dosii version)

04. homesick written by kim daniel & yn produced by yn (og artist - wave to earth)

OPENING SEQUENCE — ost for pyramid game written by yn and jaehyun produced by jaehyun (og artist - txt)

COMEBACK — IN MY MEMORIES june 18th 2024 (7 tracks) success level — very successful

💿#TRACKS

01. love me or leave me written by yn produced by jaehyun mv 230 views ( 5 wins) (og artist - day6)

02. all the things she said written by yn produced by yn (og artist - t.A.T.u)

03. can’t love you anymore written by yn & wonbin produced by jaehyun (10 wins) mv 198m views (og artist - iu & ohhyuk)

04. friends written by yn produced by jaehyun (og artist - chase atlantic)

05. going under written by yn produced by jaehyun (og artist - evanescence)

06. supermassive black hole written by yn & jaehyun produced by yn (3 wins) mv 160m views (og artist - muse)

END OF SUMMER LOVE & BLUES — august 16th 2024 (4tracks) success level — very successful (end of summer surprise for fans)

01. understand written by yn produced by yn og artist - keshi )

02. love written by yn produced by jaehyun mv 228M views ( 5 wins) (og artist - wave to earth)

03. seasons written by yn produced by jaehyun mv 130M views ( 2 wins) (og artist - wave to earth)

04. dont hurt me anymore written by yn produced by yn (1 wins) (og artist - dosii)

DECODE — february 14th 2025 (6 tracks) success level — very successful

01. she’s my collar written by yn produced by yn mv 256M views og artist - ( gorillaz) (pre- release january 30th 2025)

02. moonstruck written by yn produced by yn & jaehyun mv 300M views ( 6 wins) (og artist - enhypen) (the main comeback) - 1st place in charting

03. still monster written by yn produced by jaehyun mv 230M views ( 2 wins) (og artist - enhypen) - 2nd place in charting

04. stay here written by jaehyun produced by yn (og artist - surl)(wasn’t promoted much but is still really popular) - 3rd place in charting)

05. decode written by yn produced by yn (og artist - paramore)

06. for her written by yn produced by yn (og artist - whatsaheart)

THE GROUPS BRAND ENDORSEMENTS ★

—✮ AS A GROUP - chrome hearts, vans off the wall, adidas, soju (does commercials for the drink), apple, pepsi, gentle monster, calvin klein

WONBIN — prada, ralph lauren, armani

YN— vivienne westwood, bapesta, chanel

JAEHYUN — ysl, new balance, nintendo

THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA ★

THE MEMBERS ★

—✮ THEIR STORY the three have known each other since they were kids and they all always had a love for music. they jokingly auditioned for sm entertainment with just their vocals and instruments (cause they can’t dance for shit) and got in shockingly, as soon as the entertainment realized that these three are definitely not idol material they knew they couldn’t let go of such a talented group of people (minus the dancing) so they used their talents for other sm groups , yn’s, wonbin’s and jaehyun’s names were constantly in the producing and writing credits for other sm artist and nobody knew who they were, now they definitely do.

—✮ YN aka dumber ( leader main vocalist, lead guitarist, song writer & producer ) (overpowering gender for her fan base when it comes to sales - boys overpowering genre for her fan base when it comes to fansigns and social media - girls) she has a very divided fandom.

#✿! . . . birthday!-october 31st.2003 (for the plot!!)

#✿! . . . relationship status!- single

#✿! . . . personality description !- yn’s is quiet but not the shy quiet just quiet she likes to observe people. she tends to be flirty with others but means no harm about it, she doesn’t like relationships much and feels like they’ll way her down especially with how successful her career has been so far but that doesn’t stop her from having flings. she’s the leader of the group but still is quite childish just not as childish as the boys, yn can’t hide her emotions very well and it’s been shown in front of cameras and off cameras, she outbursts really easily and is ready to argue any day any time.

#✿! . . .training period ! - five years

#✿! . . .writing credits & producing credits (for other groups) ! - in & out(red velvet), psycho (red velvet), in my dreams (red velvet), iced coffee (red velvet), lucid dream (aespa), I’ll make you cry (aespa), illusion (aespa), armageddon (aespa), invu (taeyeon), weekend (taeyeon), MALA (got the beat), I’m unhappy (aespa), cool with you (new jeans) supernatural (new jeans), peaches (kai)

#✿! . . . fav artists!- deftones, wave to earth, radiohead, weezer, bôa, mitski, evanescence, Kendrick Lamar

#✿! . . . fav movies!- scott pilgrim vs the world, super bad, lady bird, ghostbusters (1984)

—✮ WONBIN aka dumb ( lead vocalist, main guitarist, visual ) overpowering gender for his fan base when it comes to sales - girls overpowering genre for his fan base when it comes to fansigns and social media - girls)

#✿! . . . birthday!- december 25th 2002

#✿! . . . relationship status!- single

#✿! . . . personality description !- wonbin is a very charming guy, he’s a favourite when it comes to fangirls, he tries his best to have this cool aura but yn and jay seem to always bring out the worst in him, he doesn’t write music much but he loves his instruments, he’s the mom of the group he cares about yn and jay’s well beings a bit too much.

#✿! . . .training period ! - five years

#✿! . . .writing credits & producing credits (for other groups) ! -teddy bear (nct dream), hello future (nct dream), trouble (exo), love fool (exo), candy (baekhyun), cry for love (baekhyun) , mmmh(kai)

#✿! . . . fav artists!- wave to earth,colde, childish gambino, frank ocean

#✿! . . . fav movies!- captain America civil war, the outsiders, a nightmare on elm street

—✮ JAEHYUN aka dumbest ( vocalist, guitarist, drummer,song writer, producer ) overpowering gender for his fan base when it comes to sales - girls overpowering genre for his fan base when it comes to fansigns and social media - girls)

#✿! . . . birthday!- february 14th.2003

#✿! . . . relationship status!- single

#✿! . . . personality description !- Jay is the life of the party, very extroverted and he’s always talking, most people underestimate him but he’s soooo talented, he loves to tease and make fun of his other members as the youngest of the group he doesn’t make the job of the leader any easier, he’s the groups bad influence.

#✿! . . .training period ! - five years

#✿! . . .writing credits & producing credits (for other groups) ! -90s love (nct u), okay! (nct u), glitch mode (nct dream), boom (nct 127), favourite (nct 127), ay-yo (nct 127), chill kill (red velvet), drama (aespa), black mamba (aespa),salty & sweet (aespa), bahama (aespa), walk (nct 127)

#✿! . . . fav artists!- wave to earth, arctic monkeys, pierce the veil, radiohead

#✿! . . . fav movies!- child’s play (1988), it (2017), spiderman into the spider verse

#✮— paranoia

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shearlin · 3 days ago

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Chapter 1: 1. Vocal chords + 21. Put on display [Warriors]

Word count: 1,506

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Inspiration: Idolatry by @tashacee and @a-manicured-lawn

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Surprise! I'm trying to do Febuwhump this year! :D

I'll be honest, there is like 90% chance I won't be able to finish it in February, but I'm determined to try and do just that.

Be gentle, I normally spend 10 times as long to write stuff as I will for this month.

Current plan is to write 17 chapters for 28 prompts. We'll see how it goes :D The main theme is: "Eh… close enough."

Warriors was about to spin to face the monster again, a snarl already venting his frustration at the magic hurling menace, but his legs refused to move. All the training drilled into him told him to not take his eyes off of the enemy, so despite the alarm bells ringing in his head the first instinct he had was to try and twist again to keep it in his field of vision as it moved behind him. Only when that attempt failed as well, he spared a quick glance down to check what was happening.

His feet were gray.

Gray, like the clouded sky the Chain was fighting under, the one he came to know so well.

Gray, like the heavy mist clinging to the streets and buildings, limiting his already small world to merely a few feet in front of him.

Gray, like the wall of rain relentlessly pouring from the weeping skies, trying to steal his nonexistent warmth.

His feet were gray, like the stone tiles beneath them.

And it was spreading.

He watched, petrified, as the grayness reached the top of his boots, covered his shins, and climbed to his knees. The overwhelming panic locked his throat, his mind, narrowing his vision to the slow climb of ashy paleness, draining the royal blue of his uniform.

With it came the unmistakable numbness that still hunts his every waking and dreaming hour, the kind that came from his muscles ceasing to exist in favour of cold marble, that iced his blood, froze his nerves, left no sensation behind, not even pain.

Except for the cold.

He was already so cold .

Read the rest on Ao3!

#linked universe #linked universe fanfic #linkeduniverse #lu fanfiction #my writing #febuwhump 2025 #febuwhump #lu warriors

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theflagscene · 1 month ago

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My Top 10 Fave QL Characters of 2024 🤩

More end of the years lists from me, because clearly I have nothing to do for the rest of the week... I wish I was joking. Much like my pervious lists, my only rule for this is that at least some of the series needed to air this year. It can have started in 2023 or will be ending in 2025, as long as some—or all—of the series aired this year, then it's fair game.

1 ) God - Monster Next Door

What can I say about God that hasn't already been screamed from the rooftops by literally everyone who watched the series? He was aptly nicknamed, because this gentle giant was a gift from heaven. The greenest green flag, even when mad or upset, he was still as green as a damn emerald! The sweetest golden retriever character to have graced my screen this year, I will always love this character and this series, it's become a comfort watch for me, that's for sure.

2 ) Yai - The Sign

There aren't enough sweet himbos in QLs imo, typically whilst cute but dumb, they're also mean or bigoted or just not very likable. Yai broke all of those stereotypes, he was cutest himbo around, a perfect brother, friend, bro and husband. I knew I would adore him from the very first episode and I was not wrong, he did not disappoint. Every scene Yai was in wasn't enough, I wanted so much more of Yai (and his scary beautiful wife, Sand).

3 ) Joker - Jack & Joker: U Steal My Heart

Joker and his emotional support idiots might have fumbled the ball at damn near every turn, but he was absolutely adorable whilst doing it. I think it's physically impossible for me to dislike a character War plays, so me adoring Joke was not a surprise to me. A master thief who really wasn't that great at not getting caught, a hopeless romantic, mama bear and perfect grandson-in-law? What more could I have asked for?... Possibly better fake tattoos, but we can't have it all lol.

4 ) Jeff - Pit Babe

I admit with no shame whatsoever that I found Jeff to be one of the most interesting characters on the show. His powers were the ones with the farthest reaching consequences and the most difficult to live with, he was tragic in all the ways I love a character to be tragic. I really wished I could've watched a version of the series from his pov, because I feel like I would’ve fast forwarded way less lol!

5 ) Tae Myungha - Love For Love's Sake

His depressive aura bewitched me body and soul, what can I say? The fact that he tried so hard to make everyone around him feel loved, wanted and important whilst he spent his entire life feeling none of that just broke my damn heart. He was the perfectly example of: the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless and they don't want anybody to feel like that.

6 ) JJ - This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans

Poor JJ has an idiot for a bestie and a douchebag (affection) for a love interest, this dude did not have an easy time of it lol. His forever exasperated resting bitch face and constant annoyance at literally everything that came out of both Plawan and Methas's mouths made me laugh so much, JJ had absolutely no time for any of their shit and yet he was constantly dealing with their shit. The poor guy needed a vacation away from the people in his life even though he loved them, which I totally understand lol!

7 ) Aylin - 23.5

While this wasn't my favourite series, Aylin was definitely one of my favourite characters. Her autistic coded self just spoke to me, I too dislike humans to a level that I would easily take the first alien spaceship off the planet lol. Aylin was so sweet and funny, I loved the way she spoke and her lil hats! I just wanted to squish her!

8 ) Fadel - The Heart Killers

Was I expecting to go into this series loving Fadel? No. Should I have? Absolutely. I have always loved the shrew characters when it came to adaptations of The Taming of the Shrew, which is the point of the character so ya know, duh! Lol. Any series with FirstKhao in it I always assume one of them will end up being my fave because well, it's them! But Fadel is the realest of the real when it comes to the slog of daily life, his routines, his annoyance with the general population, his need to remind himself that killing people whilst working in customer service is not worth the clean up nor the prison time. Sure, he's an assassin on the weekends, but hell, who isn't working two jobs in our current economy?

9 ) Rock - Cherry Magic TH

Rock was the perfect sunshine dope of a sidekick and I loved him for it, completely oblivious yet extremely caring at the same time. A man smitten with the idea of a woman who wants to eat fatty foods, will kidnap his Phi for a super secret mission no questions asked and respects a woman's right to say no without becoming an incel about it, he really was a joy to watch. It also helped that Sing played him, because Sing is an adorable ball of sunshine and I luff him.

10 ) Tan - We Are

The first person to get his man, and so easily. It made perfect sense why Fang fell for Tan, his hyperactive sunshine energy was like an instant 'smile' button. He was so genuine with his emotions and interests, he was a simp and made no apologies for it. He loved Fang so completely and unconditionally, he did whatever he needed to make sure that Fang felt safe and cared for. Tan really raised the bar when it came to clingy boyfriends that aren’t cringy, which is a hard thing to do.

#ql superlatives 2024 #monster next door #the sign the series #jack and joker u steal my heart #pit babe the series #love for love's sake #this love doesn't have long beans #23.5 the series #the heart killers the series #cherry magic th #we are the series

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 1 month ago

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||Final words from the owner of the Silver rose Estate mansion of 2024||

((You know what time it is right? Yeah, it's the final day of 2024. Honestly, this year has been....stressful than last year. Given the crazy events and life we all have gone though, seems we got through another year. Though, before this year ends I got some words to say to some people here so please listen up.))

((I know this year has been a lot for everyone here and so many all over the world but like I said before; I'm hoping for a better year. So, I wanted to as I did last year, throw some thanks you to some wonderful people that's been close to me. So here is my Thank you shout out. Also sorry if I don't get everyone; I try but I do always love the rest of you too as my close tumblr family.))

~~~Thank you shout out to these lovely people here~~~

@demon-blood-youths

For Demon mun, first of all I wanted to say thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for being such a wonderful amazing friend. From the first year we met in 2012 to now, it's been a journey hasn't it? Lol

You always know how to turn my bad days into good ones. Always making things a good laugh. You bring such a happy wonderful feeling with everyone that your company fills me with so much happiness and joy. I honestly will say this; even if we are far we are close. I always see you as my tumblr sister. Thank you for being here by my side. Thank you for always bring my bad days to good ones. And thank you for the wonderful stories we made. To being threads, short drabbles, and crazy adventures, I'm hoping for more in the future with our crazy kids and many more threads and drabbles too. So here's to you. <3

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@within-the-resort

Next is for moth mun. I know we been busy from time to time but always know your in my heart. Your a wonderful close friend to me too and I love our close chats and friendship we have grown together. You always give it your all even with the dark days but you always have a smile that tells me your okay. Even during your bad days, you are always the coolest person I've ever known. Please stay the sweetest, kindest, and loving person you are.

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@kitxkatrp

Now to you my dear friend. I know we haven't spoken much but I always think of you. Knowing and hoping your days get better or go well for you. Even through the hard times they are rough, you still pull through. Your always a gentle and protecting friend that I cherish. Knowing you are there for your friends and care for them so much. like the adorable stories you write with the mun from clown-demon.

It makes me honored to have you as my Senpai. :) I am hoping that this year is a lot more better for you. I hope this new year brings nothing but happiness and joy to you.

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@clown-demon

For the sweet mun here, I wanted to say thank you. Thank you so so much for letting us meet. At first I was shy to talk to you given that you really were an amazing writer and rper. I always wanted to talk to you more so we can become friends though I always try to respect your wishes. True, we only spoke a few times but I already see you as someone I care for. I even enjoy the thread we are doing even seeing so many wonderful stories you written with so many wonderful people. I hope in the future we can write more and become friends.

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@ask-the-monster-nest

To the sweetie of this blog; I have to add you on here too. Again, I will say sorry sorry sorry for not talking with you so much. Seems like gets me and I feel bad that we don't. I'm hoping in 2025 we can chat more and again for Tumblr to stop eating my questions! DX...*Sighs* Though, even through that, please know I still always care about you. I love your personality your happy smile and your muses too. Seems it's grown so much with more stories coming into bloom. I hope we can write more again and make more stories just like that. Thank you for being my friend and thank you for always being here with me.

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@sageofjustice

Again, seems like tends to keep everyone busy from time to time. Though, I still see you as a close friend here on tumblr. You'll always be an amazing friend who is always a joy to talk to. I still enjoy your small chats and threads we write together. I still adore your OC since he always seems to just become more like a blooming star. Nothing is gonna stop him I know that. Lol Even so, please keep writing and still be amazing. You wonderful mun you. And the same for your OC angel too. Thank you for the wonderful memories; here's hoping for more in 2025.

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@historias-multorum I wanna say thank you for being part of my tumblr family. I still love and enjoy seeing you on my dashboard and it's nice to read the threads you do. Even with more stories this year. I know in 2025 you will just keep growing and growing which is amazing. I still cherish or talks together and threads we are still doing. Hech, I'm curious to new ones in the future but I'm excited for that. I hope your new year is amazing just like you are because I know it's going to be great. Thank you for the stories you shared here on tumblr and here's to more in 2025. Love you a lot <3

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@kaito-akimoto

To this sweet mun, I wanna say thank you so much for being my friend. I know you are always busy from time to time but please know I love our interactions with our characters Kaito and Hanoka. So far, it's been the best so far to me and I know more is to come. You always are so busy but given you still check on your friends here is still sweet. You really are a wonderful person and I know I enjoy every moment of your company. To the funny moments, to the amazing stories we written together..it just means more will come and who knows? Maybe with other characters too. So I can't wait. Thank you for being a friend, thank you for being a rp partner and thank you for sharing this amazing change to write with you. I hope for more in 2025.

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To the other followers that follow me: I said before please know even if I wanted to tag every single one of you it would be way too long and Tumblr is just..tumblr. But understand I do care about each and every one of you. Your always part of my tumblr family and it makes me happy to know I've meet so many sweet new people and familiar faces too. I hope your 2025 is better than this year. I love you all and thank you for being here with me.

((I know this year has been crazy to everyone and I know it will get better. I just hope everyone has a good new year. Once more, thank you guys for being part of my family. Thank you for always turning my frown upside down. Even through the dark times; your always there in my heart.))

((So from me, my muses and everyone else.....Thank you for following me and thank you for being part of my tumblr family. May 2025 be the better year for us all. Love you all.))

With love,

𝒮𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓁𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓃/𝒫𝑒𝒶𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓂

𝕺𝖜𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖎𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝕰𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #mun randomness #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Final words of 2024 #peahen mom: I love you all. Here's to a new year

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ali-anne-undertale-stoof · 1 month ago

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Here it is! The first chapter of the new year! 2025, baby!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59131027/chapters/158043007#workskin

Chapter 15: No Drive, No Entry

If there was one word that can describe Waterfall at all hours of the day, it's dark. And at night, it was even darker.

Papyrus was surprised there were even artificial lights here. They're very hard to spot beneath the waters and the vines, the tall grass, the echo flowers...

The echo flowers were also creepier at night. This place just screamed "creepy". But being the brave skeleton that he is, Papyrus persevered through the shadows. He had to do this. Alone.

Sans is always going to be a big supporter in his life, Papyrus knew that. He was his one consistent supporter, after all. But lately, it felt like he had been leaning on him a bit too much, especially where finances were involved.

Papyrus wasn't blind. He noticed his behaviour recently. How many jobs did he have to work to keep them both stable? How many times did he come back past midnight only to collapse on the couch? He didn't even have the energy to tell him a bedtime story.

Sans had been doing all that, and while their conversation earlier was reassuring, it still didn't dissuade the guilt from Papyrus' mind.

Guilt. It's a weird feeling. And a very unpleasant one at that.

So that's why he's alone tonight, doing this all by himself. He didn't want to lean on Sans any more. He already had enough to deal with. This was his burden to bear. His goals, his hopes and dreams... Sans doesn't have to be there to support him. Not this time.

He had to do this ALONE.

Was he already lost? The monster kid told him that her house is near the dump, but... He couldn't even tell where the dump even is.

His boot sunk into heavy water.

His arm brushed against the side of a trash pile.

Good. He was close.

Just another chapter in Papyrus' tale of glory. Papyrus, the newest member of the Royal Guard. Papyrus, the GREATEST member of the Royal Guard. The Great Papyrus, the newest, toughest, coolest member of the Royal Guard!

Exiting the dump, Papyrus quickly found a quiet, pleasant street that, for a dark place like Waterfall, was surprisingly well-lit at night. Well, lit enough to see where he was going at least. And definitely lit enough to find the house he was looking for.

There it was... Undyne's house.

Papyrus felt so small standing before it. Why? It's not like it was a castle or anything. It's just a strange architecture of a house. Very stylistic, he'll give it that. Ten out of ten Temmies.

He wondered how many sushi rolls that giant fish would make it it were real.

"COME ON, PAPYRUS. NO NEED TO BE INTIMIDATED." The skeleton took a deep breath and steeled himself to build up his confidence, as he should! "REMEMBER, YOU ARE BRAVE, STRONG, AND MOST OF ALL, PERSEVERANT! YOU WILL BE- NO. YOU WILL BE THE GREATEST ROYAL GUARD MEMBER THE UNDERGROUND HAS EVER KNOWN! AND THEN ALL YOUR PROBLEMS WILL BE SOLVED. NOW KNOCK, PAPYRUS. KNOCK."

Puffing out his chest, Papyrus took confident strides towards the front door, took a deep breath, and...

BANG BANG BANG!!!

A very quiet, gentle knock. Perfect.

After about a minute of waiting, the door opened up, almost like a mouth. Okay, this design was VERY stylistic. Bone-us points for the opening fish mouth.

Speaking of fish, Papyrus was face-to-face with a very tired fish lady. Her hair was a disheveled mess, her black sleeping vest top was hanging off once of her shoulders, and she was covered in scars. The most prominent scar, however, was one just over her left eye. Well, right eye from Papyrus' perspective. It was almost creepy to look at, actually. It looked like the eye itself had been sliced in half. The pupil was haphazardly sliced, there were what looked to be stitches in her eyeball, and dust had somehow also accumulated inside of it.

Wow.

She looked AWESOME.

Okay, Papyrus. You've got one shot at this. Be your just-as-awesome self and ASK.

"Why are you h-"

"HELLO!!! MAY I PLEASE BE A ROYAL GUARD!?"

...

SLAM!

What was that? She couldn't have rejected him, surely. Papyrus did everything right, didn't he? Surely it wasn't him! Wait... It wasn't him... Not at all! This... This was...

"OH, I GET IT!! YOU'RE TESTING MY PERSEVERANCE!!! WELL, LUCKILY FOR ME, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM ONE OF THE MOST PATIENT MONSTERS IN THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND!!! THERE IS NOTHING I CANNOT OUTWAIT!!! YOU'LL SEE, I'LL BE A ROYAL GUARD YET!!! I'LL JUST WAIT HERE UNTIL YOU COME BACK OUT AGAIN!!! NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

With that, Papyrus remained there, hands folded over each other and a big smile on his place, not unlike a dog waiting for their master come home. Surely, she will be out in just a few minutes! Then he can be a Royal Guard and get popular, AND support Sans at the same time! It's the perfect plan!

A few minutes turned into an hour. Papyrus wondered what she was doing in there. Perhaps she's setting up something for him. That would make sense, right? Yeah! Who wouldn't set up something cool and awesome to test The Great Papyrus at the stroke of midnight? It was too good not to do!

One hour turned into two hours. Papyrus wasn't going to be deterred by anything. Not even a rustling in the bush. Although the squeaky "hOI!" admittedly gave him a bit of a fright. But it's okay! Papyrus was brave! It surely just had to be one of Undyne's tests! Surely! She'll come out soon enough!

Two hours turned to three. What did Sans call 3am again? Was it the Witching Hour or the Devil's Hour? Papyrus always got the two mixed up. Speaking of Sans, surely he must be asleep in his room by now, right? Either that, or he's just not sleeping again. He hated to say it, but Sans definitely did not do well for himself in terms of sleep. Thinking of Sans' exhaustion only fueled Papyrus' desire to join the Royal Guard even more. He had to do this, for both of them.

Three to four. Papyrus kept thinking back to what Sans said. He told him that when Papyrus got a job, Sans would always try to work alongside him, or at least near him. Hmm... Come to think of it, how stable are Sans' jobs, really? The hotdog stand was obviously illegal, but his other little jobs... They weren't always available to him. Isn't that why he kept taking more and more of them? Maybe he needed a more stable job too. Well, then! It was pretty much a no-brainer what Papyrus had to do! Papyrus' future, Sans' career... It will all change tonight! Or, well, in the morning, at least.

Four to five. Wow, she was really testing him, huh? Papyrus' bones were starting to ache from just how long he'd been standing. He didn't even know bones could ache like that!

Five to six. Six to seven. The door mouth opened once more. There she was, stretching and ready for the day. She was wearing an eye patch, and her hair was tied back into a tight ponytail. So cool.

She opened her singular eye and stared at Papyrus in surprise. Well... This was peculiar.

"HELLO!"

"...Hi?" The warrior waved sheepishly, before narrowing her eye suspiciously at him. "Were you really standing here all night?"

"I SURE WAS!!!" The skeleton responded cheerfully. "DID I PASS THE TEST?"

"What t-" She cut herself short as it fully sunk in what was actually going on. This guy wants to be a Royal Guard, and he was so perseverant and stubborn that he was willing to stand out here all night just to get in. The realisation made her scoff a bit with a smile. "Huh. Hey, uh, what's your name?"

"PAPYRUS!"

"Alright, Papyrus." Her grin almost resembled a sneer as she summoned her signature weapon - a glowing cyan spear. She stepped out of her house, pacing around the skeleton as she twirled her spear around, careful not to hit him, but not so careful that she came across as the opposite of intimidating. "Tell me a bit more about yourself."

"WHY, OF COURSE!!! MY NAME IS PAPYRUS, I AM A SKELETON, I AM 19 YEARS OLD, MY FAVORITE COLOR IS VERMILLION, IT'S THIS RED-ORANGE COMBINATION, THE COLOR OF MY SCARF, ACTUALLY!!! I WAS BORN ON AUGUST 26TH, I HAVE A TWIN BROTHER- AAAHHH!!!"

Papyrus' speech was quickly cut off by the simple action of Undyne lifting him over her head with one arm. Wow! She knew she was strong, and skeletons were light, but it was still amazing! Her grip on his spine was incredibly tight, though. He could almost feel her fingernails dig into him, but he didn't care!

"I MEANT tell me more about your attributes!"

"ATTRIBUTES?"

"Well, I already know you're patient!" With a slight grunt, Undyne tossed Papyrus up and caught him before putting him down. "And your perseverance is impressive! But what about your strength?! Your toughness?! Your drive and ambition!!! Do you have that?!"

Now, THAT was a no-brainer!

"OF COURSE I DO!!!"

With a laugh, the captain crouched into a battle stance, pointing her spear directly towards him. "Prove it."

Papyrus only had a millisecond to prepare for what happened next.

Ding!

His soul froze in place.

"WHAT?" As Undyne leaped into the air, Papyrus looked down to observe what happened. His soul! It's green!

"NGAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Ooh, cool boss music- Uh oh!

Time appeared to slow down as Papyrus spotted a cyan spear hurdling towards him. Thinking fast, he summoned a bone that shot up from the ground, which effectively deflected it.

And that was just the beginning.

Undyne leaped over Papyrus to hurl even more spears from several directions, which Papyrus quickly blocked with more bones.

This was it! This was his moment to prove his worth as a Royal Guard!

"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?"

"Not even close, punk! Whoa!" Undyne quickly ducked under Papyrus' sudden bone attack. That sneaky trickster! "Fuhuhuhu... Oh ho, alright! Show me what YOU got!"

"GLADLY!!! NYEH!!!"

Just as Undyne leapt into the air for another barrage of spears, she suddenly felt her soul, and her body, drop to the ground.

"YOU'RE BLUE NOW!!! THAT'S MY ATTACK!!! NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!"

Undyne only had a few moments to take in just how crafty this new guy is. However, just as pride was about to take over her face, a line of bone attacks sped towards her.

Gravity may be heavy now, but her legs were still strong enough to leap over them!

"Hup! Fuhuhu!"

"NYEH HEH HEH!!!"

The blue did little to hinder Undyne as she hurled more spears from several directions. The green-soulled skeleton had to summon his bones quite quickly if he wanted to avoid getting hit!

Ding ding ding ding!

Guess she would have to pick up the pace! And apparently, his own bone attacks had already thought of it!

But no matter how fast the bone attacks were, Undyne was even faster! Using her spear as a pole, she vaulted herself over the rows upon rows of bones, which practically turned her training ground into a field of landmines. The only difference was, the landmines were clearly visible, but downright impossible to avoid on solid ground.

As the two fighters locked eyes, they shared mutual feelings of admiration and pride. Time slowed down once more as they exchanged looks mid-attack. Was there nothing they can't do?

Ding ding ding- "OOF!"

669/680.

Drat! Papyrus was distracted!

"Fuhuhuhuhu!" Undyne laughed as she landed on the ground with a roll into a heroic stance. She looked like she came straight out of a superhero action movie, at least in Papyrus' glistening eye sockets. "What a rush! You really know how to-"

...

1492/1500.

What the? Something was wedged in her heel?! How?!

Undyne looked down, only to find a tiny bone that had penetrated her boots and stabbed her heel. It didn't hurt that much, but god, was it powerful! Was this guy really that strong? If he could penetrate leather boots with just a single attack AND take off 8 HP from doing so, then there was no doubt in Undyne's mind that he would make an incredible Royal Guard. He's definitely got the stuff, that's for sure!

Meanwhile, Papyrus' gleaming grin quickly turned into an expression of shock. He covered his mouth with a guilty expression. Did he just... STAB the person he was trying to impress?! Why is she looking down like that? Please be proud, please be proud, please be proud...

"...Fuhuhu... huhuhu... FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU! Oh my Delta Rune, I didn't see THAT one coming, you tricky little punk!"

Seeing Undyne laugh filled Papyrus with relief. And with relief came laughter too.

"NYEH HEH HEH... NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!!!"

"IS THAT HOW YOU LAUGH?!"

"YES!!!"

Somehow, that just made the two laugh louder. Surely now, Undyne would finally let Papyrus into the Royal Guard! Surely, surely, surely!

"Okay, Papyrus, right?"

"UM... YES?" Wowie! Now she's talking business! She was surely about to give him a handshake and start talking about his knighting ceremony and talk about his new armour and Royal Guard emblem...

"Your attacks are super powerful and well-coordinated, and I can tell you can take a hit too, even without armor!"

"THANK YOU! I HAVE SPENT MY FORMATIVE YEARS PERFECTING MY ATTACKS SO I CAN GIVE 1000% IN ALL MY BATTLES!! NYEH HEH HEH!!" Papyrus tried his best to look cool and confident, but at the same time, humble, by putting his hand on his chest and his other hand on his hip. His scarf flew in the wind. In the... nonexistent wind. Somehow.

Undyne snickered under her breath. "Well, it's definitely paid off! There's just a couple of questions I have to ask you to make sure you're REALLY Royal Guard material!"

Papyrus dropped the pose. "SORRY?"

"Come on! Did you really think being as tough as you are is enough to qualify as a Royal Guard member? It's not just about how strong you are physically!" Maintaining her huge smile, Undyne proceeded to accentuate her words with pretty hard pokes to Papyrus' sternum. However, no one could say that Undyne's words were "stern-um" at all, at least, not in tone. "The Royal Guard needs strong hearts! Hearts of monsters who want nothing more than to seek freedom, truth and justice in the hearts of many! Who want to make everyone's hopes and dreams come true!!!"

The inverted mermaid warrior summoned yet another spear and stuck it into the ground. She used it as a pole to lean on while she polished her other spear with nothing more than her own spit and vest top. Gross in Papyrus' opinion, but awesome at the same time.

"So tell me! What do you want more than anything in the world?"

"POPULARITY!!!"

...Well, she didn't expect that. Undyne's face contorted in confusion. "Sorry, what?"

Papyrus' face also contorted to mirror her confused look. He gave the perfect answer, didn't he? Maybe it was so unique and special, that even she was caught off guard by it or something. The Great Papyrus has many talents after all, one of them surprising people.

"LET ME REITERATE! I WANT POPULARITY AND FRIENDSHIP!"

"...That's all?"

What was that supposed to mean? Oh, wait. Oh wait! Quick, save face!

"W-WELL, OF COURSE I WANT TO BRING FREEDOM TO ALL MONSTERS!!! OF COURSE!!! BUT... I WANT TO DO THAT WHILST ACQUIRING MANY STRONG FRIENDSHIPS!!! Y-YOU CAN'T PROTECT AN ENTIRE KINGDOM EFFECTIVELY IF YOU'RE NOT BONDED TO THEM, RIGHT??? AND FRIENDSHIP IS THE BEST WAY TO BOND!!! IT'S A WIN-WIN!!!"

Huh... Well, he made a good point, Undyne thought. But is friendship all he wanted out of this? He couldn't find a way to make friends that didn't involve being a part of what is essentially the underground's military? Well, they did say there was no stronger bond than comrades in arms. Though considering who Undyne has to work with, she's still debating if that's even true or not. Either way, as the Captain of the Royal Guard, she can't let this guy in until she sets him straight. This was getting very concerning. Biting her lip, Undyne stood up straight for her next question.

"Friendship isn't the only reason to be joining the Royal Guard, Papyrus. Like, what about honor or... or justice?! Like, what are you gonna do if you meet a human?!"

"WELL..." The skeleton paused to think. What WOULD he do if he met a human? He always agreed with Sans that humans are pretty cool. So what would he do? "I WOULD... FIGHT THEM!"

Undyne's stance shot up as she sported a perky grin. "Yeah, and?"

"AND... I WOULD SHOW THEM MY BEST ATTACKS!!!"

"Yeah, and?!"

"AND I WOULD FLEX MY MUSCLES ON THEM!!!"

"Hell yeah!!! Flex on them HARD!!!"

"AND LET'S NOT FORGET PUTTING THEM THROUGH PUZZLES!!!"

"Okay, not a fan of puzzles, but I'm digging it!"

"AND..."

"Yes????"

"I WOULD ASK THEM IF THEY WERE IMPRESSED BY MY PUZZLES AND BATTLE PROWESS, AND THEN WHEN THEY INEVITABLY SAY YES, I WOULD TAKE THEM OVER TO MY HOUSE TO HANG OUT, AND WE WOULD EXCHANGE PHONE NUMBERS AND-"

"Wait wait wait wait wait, wait. Wait."

Why is she looking at him like that?

Why is he looking at her like that?

"I just gotta... take a minute."

"OH! OKAY!"

Papyrus allowed Undyne to leave, hopeful. Did that do it? Did that convince her? Surely, it did! He gave perfectly reasonable answers to her questions! He's got this in the bag! Papyrus will be a Royal Guard in no time!

Except...

Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god. He's gonna get torn to pieces out there... Surely he must know how dangerous humans can be?! I certainly do! Doesn't he know?! How old is this guy?! He told me his age, why can't I remember it?! Oh god he's not- I can't just let him in like this! Think, Undyne! Think!

Once she regained her ground, Undyne returned to an innocent-looking skeleton waiting like a dog outside of a marketplace.

It's really a shame that she couldn't let him into the Royal Guard on good conscience. He'd get broiled alive with an attitude like that.

"Hey!"

The excited skeleton looked at her, his expression filled with hope. For once, the captain's sweat isn't just from exercise.

"So..." She fidgeted with her spear as her eye darted around, her grin far too wide for it to be genuine. "You want to be a Royal Guard. And I can make you one!"

Papyrus gasped, his feet stomping enthusiastically. Is she really getting his hopes up like this only to never let him join? But then again, it would be terrible of her to crush his dreams. Undyne's goal is to MAKE dreams come true, including Papyrus'. Even though those dreams are very misguided. Oh, Asgore, what was she getting into?

Well, she can't turn back now.

"But, err, you're going to have to go through some SERIOUS training before we can let you in!"

His excitement didn't die down. "LIKE WHAT?!"

Oh crap, she didn't think this far. "Like... Uhh..."

Her eye darted around more than ever, desperate to find something else for him to do with his life. Maybe if she pushed towards him into another direction, he would- Her eye landed on her kitchen through the windows.

"COOKING!" She blurted without thinking.

...

"Well, all good warriors need to learn how to cook, right? RIGHT???"

In her "I-don't-want-to-crush-his-innocence-and-dreams" mindset, Undyne barely noticed Papyrus' amazed, almost wistful expression.

Cooking... Papyrus didn't know what cooking had to do with Royal Guard training, but perhaps he could learn. After all, while he is very knowledgeable about certain aspects, Papyrus had to admit to himself that he didn't exactly do his Royal Guard research beforehand. But if Undyne said it was important, then who was he to doubt her?

"YEAH! ALL GOOD WARRIORS NEED TO KNOW HOW TO COOK, OF COURSE! IT'S COMMON SENSE! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Oh, the relief that washed over Undyne's body in that moment. She looked about ready to deflate. What a morning. And she hasn't even started her patrol yet! This guy... Oh, she was going to love cooking with him. She could feel it in her pounding heart. The thought rejuvenated her.

"That's the spirit!!!" And just like that, her energy was back. "Come on, knucklehead! We still have a couple of things to talk about before your first cooking lesson! Fuhuhuhu!"

That was the last thing she said before she walked back in her house.

And in that house, they would discuss everything.

The cooking lessons.

The sentry work.

Sans.

Papyrus didn't know a lot of stuff, but he knew this: Today marked a new chapter in his life. A brand new goal.

He was going to be the best Royal Guard ever.

#undertale #fanfic #my writing #snowdin adventures #papyrus #undyne

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killerandhealerqueen · 2 months ago

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Heyyyy

*taps mic* we saw the post you made about coming up with another fic, a spn au to be exact. Would you like to elaborate on that, your majesty?

*gives the mic to you and runs off to the corner*

(im veryyy normal about you wanting to write this)

Haha, thank you my darling. *takes mic and clears throat*

Alright, so, I kind of already word vomited this to @ahhhnorealnamesallowed (Bills, my beloved, thank you for listening) but here we go, a little bit more...fleshed out and coherent. Also, this will probably be a 2025 fic, just cuz I'm trying to finish other fics that I have on my roster. This is also gonna be very long, so it's going under the cut

So, Jiang Yuelou is a hunter. Who doesn't believe in the supernatural. I mean, he does, like the demons and the monsters and what not but what he doesn't believe in...are angels. Doesn't believe them. And why doesn't he believe in them, you ask? Because well, he prayed to the angels and to God whenever things were bad with his parents (yes, I am keeping up with Jiang Yuelou's hella tragic backstory from the drama) and they...did nothing. Didn't answer his prayers, didn't do shit. So he doesn't believe in them. Cuz if they were real, like every other supernatural being on the fucking planet, they would have done something. Would have saved him. But they didn't.

Anyways. So, Jiang Yuelou has a case. Some weird shit is going down in a small town, so he goes to investigate, right? And whatever this big supernatural bad is (please give me an idea, I beg), he tries to take on, but it's strong. A lot fucking stronger than anything he's ever faced. And of course the fucker decides to attack passersby (a kid), when so Jiang Yuelou dives to protect the child and the monster attacks, it's suddenly like...blasted away. Jiang Yuelou turns to see this...strange looking dude in a three-piece cream suit just standing there and then he turns and smiles at them, and the smile is kind. Jiang Yuelou demands to know who he is, and the stranger just smiles and says that he's an angel. At his answer, Jiang Yuelou is fucking livid cuz now an angel steps in to save someone? However, he doesn't say anything and just makes sure that the kid is safe before he starts walking away, the "angel" soon following after him.

They walk in silence (or just walk, idk, we'll see when I start actually writing the damn thing) before Jiang Yuelou demands to know the angel's name, if it even has one, and who's vessel it's using because well...angels have to use people as vessels (if we're going off of supernatural's logic. If we're going off of say...Good Omens, then the body is completely Chen Yuzhi's. I think we're gonna use GO's version). The angel says that he's not using a vessel, it's his own body, and his name is Chen Yuzhi. Jiang Yuelou grumbles, says a very brief "thanks for your help" and then leaves, leaving Chen Yuzhi behind.

Next time there's a case/monster, Jiang Yuelou heads out, only to find Chen Yuzhi already there, a kind/gentle smile on his face and Jiang Yuelou is not happy, cuz he works alone, damn it. And he doesn't need any help. Especially not from some angel. So, he opts to ignore Chen Yuzhi, but Chen Yuzhi is right at his side and surprisingly plays along with all of his disguises and what not. So he lets him stay and assist with his hunt. And the hunt goes surprisingly well, if he does say so himself, and he thanks Chen Yuzhi for the help, which Chen Yuzhi replies that he was happy to be of assistance.

Later, when they go to dinner (Jiang Yuelou does ask if Chen Yuzhi can eat, which he does), they like overhear some people talking about angels and how to find them and the signs of what to look for and Jiang Yuelou, being curious, is like "why are you asking/talking about that?" and the person replies that people have been looking for angels for ages for their feathers and their grace and what not for "religious" (aka cult) purposes and like how to "kill" the angel to get those different things and Chen Yuzhi is sitting there listening and he's getting angry and the power starts to surge and the ground begins to shake and starts drawing attention to himself, so Jiang Yuelou quickly pays before grabbing him and dragging him out so that no one can ask any questions about himself.

As they're driving, Jiang Yuelou demands to know what the hell that was back there and Chen Yuzhi is quiet before he explains that angels have been going missing and now he knows why and he's both furious and hurt. Jiang Yuelou is quiet before he says he's sorry, he knows what it's like to lose people. Chen Yuzhi looks at him curiously and waits but Jiang Yuelou doesn't say anything and just stares ahead before he clears his throat and says that they should probably get out of town so that people don't start asking questions. They then go to find a hotel to get some rest. While they're laying in bed (separate beds mind you), Jiang Yuelou asks if Chen Yuzhi is sleeping and when he replies that he's not, Jiang Yuelou sighs and asks if he can trust him, which he replies that he can. Silence then follows before Jiang Yuelou explains his disbelief of angels/higher beings and his backstory with his parents (yes just like the drama). By the time he finishes his story, he's in tears and the room is silent before Chen Yuzhi slips out of bed and walks over to him and thanks him for telling him and for trusting him.

After that, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi travel searching for more cases and when they find one, they go to investigate only to get kidnapped by weirdos who are obsessed with everything angel. There's someone among them who can sense angels/heavenly beings and they realize that Chen Yuzhi is one of them and they are elated. Jiang Yuelou, of course, starts throwing a fit and tells them to fuck off and leave Chen Yuzhi alone, but the people sock him in the face and basically just starting whaling on him. Chen Yuzhi, of course, fights them as well, but then they start torturing him, you know, stabbing him to get his grace, etc.

As he listens to Chen Yuzhi's screams, Jiang Yuelou can't take it, and he fights and fights, finally breaking free before he practically goes apeshit on the people who have kidnapped them. He either kills or knocks them out before he rushes over to Chen Yuzhi and frees him, just as one of the kidnappers who he knocked unconscious wakes up and grabs him before he starts whaling on him, again, before finally stabbing him. As he cries out, a shot rings out before the kidnapper drops dead, making Jiang Yuelou look up to see Chen Yuzhi holding a sawed off shot gun, dishevled, panting and bloody, and he's probably the most gorgeous thing Jiang Yuelou has ever seen before he passes out from the stab wound.

As he faints, Chen Yuzhi drops the gun, runs over to him, and does his best to try and heal him with his grace but he's so weak that it's not working so he prays and pleads to his father and the others to help him, to save him, and God (who like in my other demon x angel fic, is Bai Jinbo) comes down to assist. Jiang Yuelou is healed, so is Chen Yuzhi, happy endings for all, may or may not be a kiss in there somewhere, and then Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi become a hunting duo, and are something close to the Boogeymen for the supernatural beings.

Wow this was a lot longer than what I had told Billie earlier but like I said, this is more fleshed out and oh fuck this fic is gonna be good

#sass answers #sammy 🪻#Killer and Healer #supernatural au #Killer and Healer au #hunter!jiang yuelou #angel!chen yuzhi

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angeljpg · 29 days ago

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from gentle monster’s 2025 jewelry collection.

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dailydragon08 · 2 years ago

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A World Without Monsters Ch 2

Read chapter 1 here!

Pairing: Raleigh x Reader

Summary: During a post-kaiju war press tour, you and your copilot Raleigh finally grapple with the growing feelings you have for each other while also wrestling the world of reporters, politicians, and more who would manipulate the world's saviors for their own purposes.

Warnings: friends to lovers slow burn, mentions of depression and anxiety, PTSD, and trauma throughout multiple chapters.

A/N: Raleigh x Reader series about coming to terms with feelings during a post-movie events press tour, along with a series of flashbacks showing how you two met and become close while piloting Gipsy Danger. Sorry it took me so long to post this! Been dealing with some pretty serious health issues but am getting better! Hope you enjoy!

Read here on AO3.

December 2025

“A press tour?” you and Raleigh repeated at the same time—rather unenthusiastically.

“Well, don’t sound so excited,” Herc replied. Although the grim look on his face and crossed arms told you he was just about as thrilled as you were. The three of you sat in Pentecost’s old office, the thin strip of window that ran from floor to ceiling revealing the cold winter skies behind your new commanding officer. You still had trouble believing it was a kaiju-free world out there—a world without monsters at last. It was what everyone had wanted, worked towards for years…but, now that it was here, it was like everyone didn’t know what to do.

It had been two months since you’d closed the Breach and in that time, many of those at the Shatterdome had either returned to their families or moved on. About a quarter of the base still remained, you and Raleigh included.

“Do we really have to?” you asked. “I mean, how long is this press tour?”

“Six months,” Herc answered. ��And the order came from the White House, so it would be foolish to refuse. They’ve decided to make the first stop Hong Kong to help ease you into it.”

“Okay…but what exactly does a press tour entail?” You looked to your copilot beside you, knowing from his memories that he and Yancy had done some press before he’d died, but nothing like what Herc was describing.

Herc shrugged. “Just…be interviewed, really. Go on talk shows, go to events, talk to different government officials, shake hands, get congratulations, talk to the little people. But since you two are the last two jaeger pilots left…people will probably be a bit crazier than they would’ve been years ago.”

Raleigh sighed and slumped back in his chair, running a hand down his face. You reached over and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. He covered his hand with yours and squeezed back, meeting your eyes. You almost winced at the dark circles that had seemed to take up permanent residence on his face, but yours probably weren’t much better. He gave you a small smile. “Well, at least we’ll be doing it together.”

You smiled back at him, turning back to Herc as he added, “And the official governments of whatever country we’re in will be paying for your accommodations. So you’ll have some of the nicest hotel rooms they can offer, plus no water restrictions.”

“Soooo,” you paused, your hand still in Raleigh’s, “we can take long, hot showers?”

Herc chuckled. “As long as hot as you want. You’ll be pretty pampered from what I’ve heard. You two have earned it.”

“Will you or anyone else be coming with us?”

“I’m coming for support, but they’re more interested in you since you’re young and were part of the mission to close the Breach.” His eyes fell to your shoes, and you could tell he was thinking of Chuck. As much of an ass as he was, he was still part of the team and you couldn’t deny you missed him.

“We’ll be getting a schedule and new orders soon,” Herc continued. “I’ll let you know as soon as we get more information. We’ll be heading out in two weeks.”

“Will we stay in the Shatterdome for the Hong Kong part of the tour?” Raleigh asked, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand. It was almost second nature for you both at this point to comfort each other however you could, mainly through touch. Not that you were complaining.

“No, they’ve got a hotel set up for you in the middle of the city. And…they want everyone to clear out of the Shatterdome soon.”

“What?” you asked, brows furrowing. “But they could revamp the jaeger program, maintain it in case it’s needed again. They can’t possibly think shutting it down again is a good idea after everything we all just sacrificed to keep it alive.” And the Shatterdome was your home now. Where would you go after the press tour?

“I don’t know what their plans are for it. No one has said anything about shutting down the jaeger program, but I’ll try to find out more. They might just want to repurpose the bunker and move the program to a new location, who knows.”

“Doubt it,” Raleigh mumbled. “They’re not known for their intelligence, evidently.”

Herc sighed. “Well, we’ve got our orders. Let’s just concentrate on getting through this without making too many waves.” He chewed on his lip for a moment, his eyes flickering to your and Raleigh’s linked hands. “Dismissed.”

You exchanged a glance with your copilot, sighing as you stood and made your way back to your room. You didn’t even realize you were still holding Raleigh’s hand until Newt’s “hey lovebirds” as he passed you in the hall.

August 2025

As the last of the flying sparks faded away, Raleigh’s smile took their place. It was fitting, since it felt like there were also sparks flying in your stomach whenever those blue eyes landed on you.

You lifted your visor to return his smile. “Hey! Looking for Gipsy?”

“Yep.” He’d changed from his torn sweater and worn-down jacket into military-issue cargo pants, boots, and a dark blue sweater that brought out his eyes. “And you mentioned you would be with Tendo? Is he here?”

“Ayyy, Becket boy!”

Raleigh’s face lit up enough to make rainy Hong Kong seem like paradise. They embraced before Tendo led Raleigh a few feet away to the railing overlooking Gipsy as she went through maintenance. You heard Raleigh mutter “so beautiful” reverently as he stared at her and couldn’t help but pretend he was talking about you. Stop it, you told yourself. You’re in the middle of a war for Christ’s sake.

You only half listened as Tendo rattled off all the improvements made to the jaeger before piping up at your name. “What?”

Tendo made his way over to his workstation with Raleigh trailing behind. He stopped next to you and smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. He seemed to know how to pull happiness from you with just a look.

“I was telling Raleigh how you’re one of our best,” Tendo said. “And a damn good pilot, too.”

Raleigh perked up. “Hey, I forgot to ask. Are you one of the candidates for my copilot?”

You nodded, feeling excited and also slightly sick at the prospect of Raleigh inside your head. You’d definitely have to get a handle on your thoughts beforehand—if he chose you. “It definitely took some nagging, but I did manage to convince Pentecost to add me to the roster.”

He beamed. “I look forward to it.”

You smiled in return. “Me, too.”

“So, um…” he hesitated, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Tendo’s a bit busy, but what about you? Do you want to get some lunch?”

“Tendo!” you called over your shoulder. “Will you survive if I go get lunch?”

“Knock yourself out,” he replied from where he was bent over a piece of machinery. “But not literally. Your hands are smaller than mine, so I’ll need you to help me with this piece later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit, fat fingers.”

“Hey! They’re buff, not fat!”

You snorted, heading towards the workshop door with a laughing Raleigh in tow.

“So, you two seem like you get along well. Are you close?”

“I’d like to think so,” you answered as you slapped your visor and gloves down on the table near the door, muttering a shy thanks as Raleigh jumped ahead of you to hold the door. “Don’t tell him I said this, but he is pretty awesome. But he’d just let that go to his head.”

Raleigh smiled, looking around the bustling hallway on the way to the mess hall. You remembered how empty the Shatterdome was when you first arrived. You were one of the first people there with Pentecost and Herc, and the task of turning it into the bustling resistance base it was now seemed impossible. Now with Pentecost’s plan to seal the Breach, it felt like everything was finally coming together for the final attack in a way that made your stomach twist in anticipation. You could very well see the Breach up close soon—and may even die in an attempt to seal it. You resisted the urge to sigh, not wanting to worry Raleigh. Although his mind might have been wandering in the same direction.

You’d been lost in your thoughts and silent for some time during your walk, but he didn’t seem to mind. He threw another lopsided smile your way before jogging ahead of you several steps to hold the mess hall door open for you. You thanked him again, your stomach doing little somersaults at his manners. A good portion of the men on base either ignored you or were constantly trying to one up you, likely intimidated by your skillset. You’d gotten used to getting shoved around, whether it was an accident or some jealous peer trying to prove their superiority. Raleigh had none of that and in fact, seemed to even want to make sure you were taken care of, insisting you go ahead of him in line with your tray, offering to help you reach things, and even asking if you wanted help carrying your tray to one of the open tables. You’d heard stories about the nightmare he’d been through in losing his brother and it amazed you that he was still so sweet and protective, making you yearn for the spot next to him in Gipsy even more.

“So how are you adjusting to the Shatterdome?” you asked as you sat across from him. “Or is it pretty similar to the military bases you’ve been on?”

“Well,” he loaded his fork with an impressive amount of food from multiple sections of his tray. “It’s a lot busier, but that’s probably ’cause they’ve stuffed everyone into one base versus being scattered across several. But I was at the Wall before this and that was just as hectic, so I don’t mind.”

“Looks like there’s plenty of room at this table,” a familiar Australian accent said behind you.

You turned and returned Herc’s smile as he and Chuck headed towards you, trays in hand. “Max!” you cried.

The little bulldog’s tongue lolled out of his mouth happily as he broke into a run and jumped up on the bench next to you. You gave him a good scratch behind the ears as he leaned into you, laughing and pushing him away as he tried to lick at your tray.

Chuck slid into the bench next to you, giving you a nod in greeting as Herc settled next to Raleigh, introducing his copilot.

“He’s more my copilot,” Chuck replied, making you roll your eyes. “Right, Dad?”

Herc eyed him warily and you shook your head. Herc was always so sweet to his son who only ever gave him grief in return. While he’d never turned his ire on you, it didn’t mean you wanted to smack him any less.

The urge to smack became stronger and stronger as Chuck tried to intimidate Raleigh into a pissing competition. You’d seen plenty of pilots do it before—and many had even tried to start it with you—and some even ended with fists. Raleigh maintained his composure well, but you could see the fury building in his eyes, his body stiff and unforgiving. You made a mental note to never get on that side of him. You’d heard enough stories to know he could punt anyone into next week if he wanted to.

“Just make sure you keep up,” Chuck said as he stood and adjusted his baseball cap, “or I’ll drop you like a sack of kaiju shit. Come on, Max!”

Max looked at you and whined as you put another bite of food in your mouth. You sighed and threw a piece of chicken up in the air. Max barked happily before snapping it up in his jaws midair, his little butt wiggling in happiness.

“Max!” Chuck called again and Max went scampering after him.

“He’s a smart kid,” Herc said sadly. “I raised him on me own, but never quite knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.”

Raleigh paused, glancing at you before replying, “With respect, sir, I’m pretty sure which one he needs.”

Herc’s lips formed a thin line before he turned back to his food in silence. The air felt tense, but you couldn’t help noticing the giant salad Raleigh had created out of his veggies, mashed potatoes, bread, and chicken. You chuckled to yourself as you took a drink of your water.

Raleigh smiled, all his earlier menace disappearing the second he met your eyes. “What?”

“You’ve created a monstrosity on your plate.”

He laughed. “Hey, it’s all going to the same place. You should try it.”

“Tell that to my taste buds.”

“Aw, come on, it won’t hurt ya!” He reached over and dumped a forkful of your chicken into the mashed potatoes.

“Hey!” You shoved futilely at his hand while he took the other and spread some mashed potatoes on your bread like butter.

“There you go!”

“That looks disgusting,” you laughed.

Raleigh’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

You frowned in disgust, sticking out your tongue as he held your mashed potato-covered bread out to you.

“Don’t make me play airplane with your bread.”

Still frowning, but also trying not to laugh at how effortless your rapport felt, you slowly took the bread from him and took a bite. It wasn’t half bad, but you weren’t ready to let him know he won. “Plehhhh.”

“You liar, you like it!” he beamed triumphantly.

You scooped the chicken back out of your mashed potatoes and redeposited them in their section of the tray.

“Hey, that’s the best part!”

“Noooooo, you create as many monstrosities on your plate as you want, but leave mine alone.”

Herc chuckled. “How many kaiju guts have you helped the research team transport and this is what grosses you out?”

“Look at his plate, it’s practically its own kaiju!”

Raleigh laughed loud and bright, drawing the attention of several neighboring tables and you smiled, proud you’d been the one to draw that out of him. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other with dopey grins on your faces and you couldn’t help but admire how his eyes lit up. When you’d first entered the elevator, before he’d noticed you, he carried the weight of someone who had seen too many horrors. Now, you felt like you were catching a glimpse of the man he’d been before—the carefree Raleigh that had his brother to guard his back and bring joy into his life. You only hoped that if you were chosen as his copilot, you could do the same.

December 2025

“Pretty sure Hermann’s about to run up the wall ’cause of Newt’s—hey, what’s wrong?” you asked as your bedroom door shut behind you with a clang.

Raleigh sat on the bed wearing an unfamiliar black jacket, holding an identical one in his hands. His brow was furrowed and he clutched the clothing like it might evaporate if he wasn’t careful.

“…Rals?”

Raleigh looked up at you in shock and it took you a moment to realize you’d called him by the nickname Yancy had always used for him. You hadn’t meant to; it had leapt from your mouth unbidden and the wounded animal look in your copilot’s eyes made you wish you could take it back.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered so quietly, you weren’t even sure he’d heard you.

His attention returned to the jacket in his hands. He turned it and you could see Gipsy’s symbol in a large white design on the back. You remembered seeing flashes of Raleigh and Yancy wearing jackets just like it before Alaska. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “I actually, um…” He stood, gently wrapping the jacket around your shoulders. “Here, put your arms through—oh, well, it sort of swallows you.”

“Don’t worry, I’m a good swimmer.” You smiled, hoping to ease some of his pain.

He chuckled, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “We can get it fitted. I thought they might be nice for the press tour—or just to have. You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll wear it if you wear yours. We can match.”

He was quiet as his hands gently ran up and down your arms, sliding further down until his fingers were intertwined with yours. When he met your eyes again, you saw tears threatening to spill over.

You frowned. “Raleigh? Are you—”

“I, um,” he cleared his throat, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it on the bed, “need some air. I’ll be back.”

You watched for a moment as he rushed out of the room before something small and white on the inside of his jacket caught your eye. You picked it up to find his name stitched in white lettering on the inside corner. With a start, you checked your own jacket and your heart plummeted as you realized what had gotten him so emotional: there, on the inside of your own jacket, was the name “Yancy Becket.”

You immediately shucked your jacket off your shoulders, slinging it carefully over your arm before running out into the hallway. “Raleigh, wait!”

He turned halfway to the door at the end of the hall leading outside.

You held the jacket out to him. “I can’t take this.”

He gave you a watery smile, sniffling. “No, I want you to have it.”

“Rals, if anyone should have Yancy’s jacket, it’s you.”

He turned to face you fully and took the jacket from you. He stared at it for a moment before slinging it back around your shoulders, holding the lapels so you couldn’t remove it again. “It…” He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment before looking at you again. “It feels like this way…Yancy’s protecting you. You have no idea how much you’ve saved me, Y/N. It feels like you’re his way of cosmic apology and it just—it just feels right.”

Now it was your turn to get teary eyed. “Raleigh…”

He cupped your face in his hands, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs over your cheeks before leaving a lingering kiss on your forehead. You pushed your arms through the jacket sleeves and wrapped them around his middle. He pulled you against him, resting his cheek against your hair as he took a shuddery breath.

A wolf whistle behind you made you jump and you turned to see Tendo walking past. You laughed, Raleigh’s arms still securely around your shoulders as you felt him shake with his own laughter. Despite Raleigh’s sweetness and the comments and whistles you got from your peers, you couldn’t help but still feel insecure. You weren’t sure what you and Raleigh were anymore, really—definitely more than friends, but did he really want to be with you like a boyfriend or even a lover? You two had just saved the world and were just about to do a grueling press tour; he had enough on his mind. The connection between pilots was always special, wasn’t it? Maybe that was all it was.

Raleigh pulled you from your thoughts as his hands fell back down to his sides. “I’m going on a walk…do you wanna join me?”

You smile and nod before following him to the door. Your heart skipped a beat as he jogged the last few steps just so he could hold the door for you, ever the gentleman. As you exited into the cold winter air, you could feel his warm hand slip into yours.

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