#there are so many questions. unanswered. forever lost to the worlds that are tainted in shades of purple and red.

[wearethesensum]

i like how there’s just communities of HABITs out in the slenderverse side of tumblr, like fuckin superb you funky little whatever-the-hell-you-guys-are.

[taekookfests]

slow burn fest - fic reveals season 1

lock-bound by pinkfleure [link] 52.3k Words | Completed | Explicit

Taehyung could barely remember a time before Jeon Jeongguk started working at SpineBreaker Press, when every cover Taehyung designed for the publishing house wasn't tainted in an element of competition. Project meetings were filled with snide bickerings and under-hand remarks. The office floor was a firing range for sarcastic and cruel comments. Tension building, and like anything of this nature, it was only a matter of time before it exploded.

Or what happens when a small misunderstanding spirals into a six month feud?

This Is My Time - Taekook by MiJay_V1995 [link] 47.2k Words | Completed | Explicit

Insomniac Jungkook is trying to get a regular sleep pattern so he can work more and get his life back to what it was before it all fell apart thanks to a bad work situation with the company he used to work for. One night he stumbles upon a late night radio show and he finds himself getting some decent sleep which starts him on a road to discover who the radio host is.

Magnet and Steel by AM1119 [link] 41k Words | Completed | Mature

Taehyung and Jeongguk meet in September 2011 as young trainees with big goals to be idols.

Maybe more.

or

How Taehyung and Jeongguk realize they're going to be more than friends

...and how the hyungs find out.

Only Love Can Hurt Like This by TaekookPanda [link] 38.7k Words | Completed | Explicit

After graduating college, Taehyung and Jungkook set out on a road trip with a bucket list of places they wanted to see together in hand. They've both been hopelessly pining for one another for years now, and this road trip is their one big chance to finally admit their feelings. To themselves and to each other.

{Title inspired by the song: Only Love Can Hurt Like This by Paloma Faith}

hide and seek (forever winter) by louderthanmitam [link] 27.8k Words | Completed | General Audiences

JEONGGUK is the Golden Boy of South Korea. Taehyung is a normal teacher who loves his boyfriend deeply.

Jeongguk knows his long-term boyfriend is supportive and he understands the reasons why no one knows they're together, but is love enough?

TROUVAILLE by serenawaller1126 [link] 16k Words | Completed | Explicit

Jeon Jeongguk came back to Seoul after ten years. He studied in the US partly because he got broken hearted by Kim Taehyung.

When Jeon Jeongguk came back, he became the boss of Kim Taehyung.

There were so many questions left unanswered when Jeongguk left for the US and they both still feel for each other.

What could Taehyung do to win him back?

Dreams and Uncertainties by Taeynney [link] 12.7k Words | Completed | Not Rated

"I would want someone I can talk to. Someone whom I can share my secrets with, without being judged. Someone who boost my confidence. Who accepts my immaturity but at the same time looks at my maturity."

For the prompt I claimed. Only, the discussion happened in the 2nd night. These will be in three chapters. The emotional manipulation is not between the main characters. It will just be mentioned along with therapy.

A Simple Life by where_sunflowers_rest [link] 40k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

Taehyung has deluded himself for so long that meeting his long-lost best friend again should not matter, but here he is, his ass wet and the tip of his nose frozen, and all he wants to do is crawl back home and cry.

Before he could even make himself disappear, he looks up, and Jungkook's there. Just like that.

Or

Jungkook comes back to their little town after being away for a decade. So much has changed. Taehyung tries to deal with it.

Hometown Glory by vggukcherie [link] 12.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Bound to the conditions of life, Jeongguk suffered in his world. One day, he accidentally crossed over, and learned about a man named Taehyung and the existence of a society unlike his.

This is their story.

Too close to see by MoonieMoonlight [link] 10.3k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Taehyung and Jeongguk are good friends and good at casual sex. When Taehyung falls for his teacher's new assistant, and realizes he’s put him in the friend zone, he can't think of anything better than drowning his sorrows by having sex with his best friend.

But some bonds are unavoidable, some feelings grow without permission and sometimes pain comes in disguise, uninvited.

l'appel du vide by jeonggukstaee [link] 10.2k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

L'appel du vide — "The call of the void" is a French phrase used to refer to the urge to engage in destructive behaviors during everyday life or to jump from a high place.

After leaving his hometown as soon as he could, Taehyung left behind a long list of regrets. Jeongguk was the greatest one.

memories of an old friend by jeonggukstaee [link] 8.2k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

"Perhaps you have to accept, my darling, that just because something's illegal, it doesn't mean it's morally wrong. Forbidden things have a secret charm, don't you think?"

New York, 1930s. Criminal organizations acted in the shadows as Prohibition was coming to an end. Police officer Jeon Jeongguk was flanked by private investigator Kim Taehyung, who seemed to be detached from all the crimes that were taking place in the metropolis, but in reality, behind his glacial calm and infallible logic, he hid a dark shadow of a past impossible to forget.

THE SNOW ANGEL by rDec123 [link] 8.3k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

When Taehyung, an ancient vampire, discovers a fledgling insatiable vampire, he decides to take It in, naming It, and teaching It the modern ways of survival.

As much as they both hate to admit, Taehyung loves to spoil It, and It loves being spoiled.

Taehyung will offer It anything, including his blood, and his body, as It is the epitome of gluttony; Its love for Taehyung is sorely feasible. Until It begins asking for more, more, and more than Taehyung can hope to offer.

What happens if It unleashes the true form Taehyung has been dying to leash?

i close my eyes and all i see is you by the_sevensins [link] 7.4k Words | Ongoing | Mature

Taehyung and Jeongguk have been inseparable since they were born. Grew up together, went to school and college together, they're incredibly close, so much so that the people around them think they're a couple.

So, to avoid the constant pressure of marriage by their respective families, they get married to each other instead. It's a good union, for both Taehyung and Jeongguk. A fake marriage is very convenient, until it isn't fake anymore.

OR

Taehyung and Jeongguk fall together and fall hard.

sometimes all i think about is you by lvelytaetae [link] 6.2k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

Taehyung and Jeongguk were perfect together. They were inseperable and perfect for each other.

They were happy...until they were not.

What happens when fate brings them back together, four years after their break up?

strangers inside our bodies (mine wants yours) by jeonggukstaee [link] 6.5k Words | Ongoing | Explicit

Taehyung is older and attractive, but there is also something dangerous about him — something Jeongguk can't help but be drawn to.

Or, Jeongguk's always had a penchant for older men. He never met one like Taehyung though.

Amorous by SBtaetae [link] 3.6k Words | Ongoing | Mature

In lieu of finding his style, Idol Jeon Jungkook lands into the arms of Kim Taehyung, quite literally.

The Royal Endeavour by 00_EVY_00 [link] 7.2k Words | Ongoing | Mature

The cheers of the people rang in his ears, making them ache but the burning pain wasn’t as bad as the pain that was to come. The showcase of his trial had been gruesome and cruel but, alas, the subjects of the kingdom didn't spare a glance at him, after all, the sinner they oh so hated was at last getting punished.

Taehyung kept his eyes on the ground, ridden with sharp pebbles and stone. He had the urge to cut off his ears just like his tongue. Who cared for the pain, he asked himself. The pain wasn’t as agonising to bear as was to hear the laughter and cheer of the people around him. But when the stoic executioner yanked his head up by his hair, the strands straining against the roots, his eyes met with the icy blue orbs and blonde hair that he had learnt to despise in the cold prison cell.

His only wish was death upon him.

Yet, deep down he knew he couldn't fully blame his half-brother for his demise. The realisation hurt his heart more than any lashing he had received prior.

As he closed his eyes, he calmed his breath and prepared for death; when he heard a familiar voice he could only imagine greeting him in the Holy Lands.

"Your Highness, are you okay?”

façade by Avirati [link] 3.1k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

In a world where omegas are still often considered as weak subgender, always to be protected by alphas, Jeon Jungkook doesn't want to depend on an alpha and doesn't want to be treated as a weak just because he was presented as an Omega.

So, Jungkook pretends to be an alpha while he works hard for his rightful place in the world of boxing.

What happens when his trainer Kim Taehyung discovers his true identity?

Epistle by Avirati [link] 5.8k Words | Ongoing | Mature

Taehyung writes letters to an unknown inmate in the prison.

Was It Honestly The Best? by vkooksimp [link] 4.5k Words | Ongoing | General Audiences

"How could you!?", Taehyung screams in Jungkook's face.

After all these years he has been by Taehyung's side, Jungkook had to let go. The love he had for the man would never be returned so he removed himself from the other's life.

"I had to Taehyung, I hope you can forgive me."

not one to need saving (but I guess I'll give it a try) by tkvenergy [link] 4.4k Words | Ongoing | Not Rated

They have been married for a year. And things aren't going well. Everything falls apart when Taehyung forgets their first anniversary, and Jungkook thinks he doesn't want to live like this anymore and asks for a divorce.

(a huge thanks to Jane for helping me compile all the fics)

[progeny-of-the-fury]

Reconvene: Law’s Resolution 

Log date: 9/9/17

OOC Note: The text in these logs are strictly for the readers enjoyment. Anyone using the knowledge displayed within this text without the participants knowledge risks the potential of blacklisting from future communication and roleplay. Please do not meta-game!

Tags: @lightsinshadows

To fight or not to fight; is that the question? No. The question is not whether to fight. Such is clear as day. We must fight, there is no other answer. The question is rather: What do you fight for?

Lawrence Wallace >> Static gives way to a few testing signals, the sure sign of someone who's hardly ever used a linkpearl before. "Hello? Hello?"

Adelise De’bayle>> "This is Adelise, how can I help you," a monotonous voice rings out from within the distortion after a few short seconds.

Lawrence Wallace>> "OH Adelise, right." he clears his throat, caught off-guard at the response. "I. I've been considering what you said earlier. About. Everything, really. I want to talk more."

Adelise De’bayle>> "I take it this is Mister Wallace. I am glad to hear you took our conversation to heart," she replied flatly, her tone never expressing any rise in emotion. "I am certainly available to speak more if you wished to come to my House's estate. It is stationed in the Lavender Beds. First ward, fifth plot."

Lawrence Wallace >> "Law."

Adelise De’bayle>>: "Right..." she murmured back, "any how. Speak to the front desk and let them know you are here to see me if you decide to come. They will direct you toward my chambers."

Lawrence Wallace >> "Right, right. First Ward. Fifth plot." as the pearl cut out he could be heard mumbling it to himself a few more times.

Lawrence Wallace pushes the door openly slowly, peeking his head in to be sure he got the right room. Dark, menacing, intimidating woman in a chair. Sounds right. "Uh...thank you for inviting me. I'm not sure what...what I want to talk about really, but."

Adelise De'bayle glances up from whatever documents she was scribbling away at, narrow crimson stare moving toward the Elezen as he entered. "Such a change in tone. Lose your will on the way here?" she asked out, left hand mounting her quill for the time being as she offered him her attention. "I do not imagine you came here to simply stand, so do tell what is on your mind."

Lawrence Wallace looks to the pile of books to his left, a hand pushing back through his hair. "No, it's not that. Talking to people isn't really...I'm not good at it." he clears his throat and levels a stare on her. "What do you believe is Just?"

Adelise De'bayle sat back in her chair, her hands clasping to one another as she rested them to her lap. "What do I believe to be just?" she repeated the question, her eyes closing momentarily as though to offer the idea her undivided attention. "A world where blood and countenance do not make a man. Where everyone is granted the same footing to follow their paths. Where dreams are not forsaken to sleep," her eyes peek open, "I believe the only true beings who embody what it means to be 'just' are the gods.

Lawrence Wallace presses his lips into a thin line, considering the answer. "A world where dreams are free to be followed, without barriers built by men or beast? And what of wicked men with wicked dreams? Does your Just world allow them place? What prevents them from rising?"

Adelise De'bayle: "Those who would see the world be built into that of a better place and not one of horrors," she replied simply, reaching for her quill once more. "You see. I cannot be 'just' being Adelise," the tip of her pen found its way to the sheet before her once more, the sound audible throughout the quiet room. "No... for I am a mortal, and the world around us taints us. See, rather... I intend to embody the image of the Fury. I will bring justice to this world in Her visage, as I alone have no right being the arbiter of another, as I am just as guilty of evil doings as the next. Only under Her, am I to see to the building of a truly better world."

Lawrence Wallace: "You leave my question unanswered." he comments, a hand propping up on his hip. "In our short conversations I can agree with your fervor, but. I think you to be too lofty in your ideals. In the muck and mud of this world, the one we live in, wickedness will always rise. It will endure, and even should you see justice brought by your Fury so, too, will those of vile intentions bring their wills upon the world. I asked what will happen to those who would be a barrier to your vision? To the evil of this world we have now?"

Adelise De'bayle: "If they are a barrier to my vision, then they must be struck down by the pierce of her lance," she replied firmly, "I figured that was made clear enough. My ideas will be forever considered lofty to all around me, and I have simply learned to accept their doubt. Those who would not follow the virtues the gods present to us are the ones who prevent all from becoming greater than they could be. The sowers of prejudice, molders of false idols and worship. Shepherds of absent minds. Their ideals only serve themselves. And while self-preservation is of great importance, they will step on others to see that it is done. Deplorable. So yes. I would personally see them struck down. Do not get me wrong though," she sighs, setting her quill down. "I weep for such lost souls, despite their evil. We are not born tainted, we are made evil. Such potential lost."

Lawrence Wallace brings his arms to cross over his chest, his expression rather neutral for all the passion or doubt that generally claimed it. "I needed you to say it. To hear that you are willing to do what must be done in the name of your vision. That you are willing to act, not just speak words of dreams and visions as many are willing to resign themselves to. Whether you weep or not for those souls is no concern of mine, I wanted to know if." he pauses, eyes casting to the ground. "I am told I trust too easily those who display a passion for justice similar to my own. I wanted to know if I could trust you to act. If that is the case, I will offer my arm in aid."

Adelise De'bayle: "I find no pleasure in killing," Adelise trails off, her head tipping back, "I wish to change the world through action, to slay a person for their ideals is a last resort, but often it is the only option left. Many believe being the goddess of war that Halone revels in combat. It is not true. She is the goddess of war, not goddess of destruction like her father, Rhalgr. Her Fury's strongest virtue is mercy. To slay those who would be a stain on this world... it is a mercy," her tone grows dark, her mounting her quill once more. "You are offering me your alliance though, is that what I am hearing?"

Lawrence Wallace: "Last resort." his own voice takes a bitter turn for a moment before he looks back at her, stern and sure now. "I am. I tire of working alone. I tire of nobody willing to do anything to help those who need it. To leave evil and wickedness running amok while they live out their content lives behind walls of stone and coin. If you tell me you will act, so will I."

Adelise De'bayle: "To change hearts is the virtuous way of making a difference in the world, being a warmonger is not. Not all can be swayed through words, far too many are simply too lost to save" she shakes her head, genuine solemness coming over her features. "I am honoured to find an ally with such zeal. You do Hydaelyn justice by standing by me. Such passion," she hums to herself, eyes narrowing, "in time, we will see who you will walk in the righteousness of. Until then," she pushes her chair back, standing to approach the man with a respectful bow. "May we walk side by side on this path to the world where we will truly be free."

Lawrence Wallace: "I walk in the path of Righteousness for the people who deserve it. It is them I fight for. The people. If the Gods see fit to grant me the power to do so, I will thank them." he responds to her strange bow with a nod of his head, his fist thumping against his chest in a standard salute. "Until there is no more evil left in this world."

Adelise De'bayle: "The gods do not grant power," she states out firmly. "It is our responsibility to take their power and use it," she nods, "until there is no more evil. Tell me... Law," she turns on her heel, the drapes of her skirt flitting about dramatically, "when you look into the starfilled sky, what do you see?"

Lawrence Wallace blinks, looking up to the ceiling as if that would somehow illuminate his answer. "I see stars. I don't find myself looking up at them often. I'm not very good at taking breaks."

Adelise De'bayle huffs a single breath at his answer, turning to face him again. "You will come to learn soon, that they are more than just stars that light the darkness," motioning a hand about, Adelise gestures toward the room. "Take what you will, eat all you desire. All that I have, is yours. Is theres. This life of luxury was said to be a blessing after my many turns of living nearly in the wilderness at all times. I am not in need of luxury, as it does not push my ambition, so I instead wish to use this wealth given to me, to improve the quality of life for those who were born into nothingness. So they too can find the strength to stand and fight."

Lawrence Wallace waves off the offer, shaking his head with a frown. "Gifts lose their purpose on me. They are better used on another, one who cannot provide for themselves." he examines her carefully, looking at the fine fabric that made up her outfit, and a moment of doubt passed over him. "If you know of any work to do, though, I will take that instead. There is always too much to do."

Adelise De'bayle watches his expression, eyes following his own. "I am the Viscountess of this House. Along with my ambition, I have a responsibility to keep a face out of respect to the family that sacrificed more than you could comprehend for me to be standing here today," she pats a hand to her skirt, "I am currently on a pilgrimage to the stones of Eorzea with some companions of mine, others who wish to see the world changed. Our travels are taking us all over. We often come across things that need be done."

Lawrence Wallace dips his head, "Of course, I'm not used to seeing anything so..." he gestures to the room at large, and the decorations within. "If you need my help you can contact me. Unless I'm currently in battle I will respond."

Adelise De'bayle dips her head forward. "Trust me. I am not quite used to it all either myself. I will call upon you if ever needed, but..." she moves to take a seat once again, "please, feel free to come whenever you please as well. As an ally of my mine, my home is yours. If ever you need a place to rest your head, these doors are open to you."

Lawrence Wallace shifts from foot to foot, unease and discomfort passing over him now that the conversation he wanted to have was over. A hand goes up to his head, curling in the hair at the back. "Right. I doubt I will. This is no place for me, far too fancy."

Adelise De'bayle: "You say such, but accepting to be an ally of mine will mean I need to speak with you more often," she eyes him some, "but I will leave that up to your own discretion"

Lawrence Wallace: "Oh. Yeah. That's how this works." he sighs and nods, looking to the fire now. "Um...right. I guess I'll visit now and then, just to. Talk about things?"

Adelise De'bayle: "Sounds about right to me."

Lawrence Wallace: "Right. Then. I suppose I'll take my leave."

Adelise De'bayle: "If you have said you share and have nothing to add. It was good to see you again. Until next time," her head dips forward politely, hand reaching to pluck back up her quill.

Lawrence Wallace: "Goodbye then, Adelise."

And with such, my ambition grows.