#unrealistic small town au

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[WIP] When She Blooms (Trixya) - Fannyatrollop

Note: A couple of years ago, I read a popular Gilmore Girls inspired Trixya fic while watching the kdrama When the Camellia Blooms... and decided to try my hand at a Camellia inspired fic. There are zero plans of including the serial killer storyline, but I do have a lot of other things swimming around, including a role for Tammie Brown. I can't promise I'll write this anytime soon, my track record for finishing what I've started isn't the best, but I have a little bit going, and wanted to show off the accomplishment. So here! Coming to theatres.... some day!

Somewhere along the Eastern coast of the United States sits a town called Bryan’s Wreck.

According to local folklore, the area would never have been infiltrated by foreign settlers if it hadn’t been for a tragedy. A ship carrying these first colonizers lost its way and dashed against some rocks that today provide a perfect spot for a romantic evening; if you’re sitting up top on the rock wall with your sweetheart, the sounds of the sea crashing against the stone, the moon looking so close it’s, like, enormous, and the cool breeze would at least get you to second base. Not so if you’re a boat careening towards them. The hapless vessel couldn’t stand a chance. Some say that if you squint, you can still see the remains sunk deep in the water. 

Somehow, the wreck spat out survivors like watermelon seeds. Bereft, and probably soaked through like they always are in movies, the little group made it to shore still processing the recent traumatic events that put them there. It’s then that, for some, the bullshit meter shoots into the stratosphere. Among the drenched and dispirited survivors were the wives they’d brought along for the colonizing. These were not faint-hearted hothouse flowers; they were tough, the type that would doubtless be chopping wood and building homes rather than expired on a patch of grass because they hadn’t realized their “New World” adventure required some hard work on their part. They were prepared for the struggle, and when things got off to such a dismal start, it was the women who got up, wiped their eyes, and rallied the group to build what would eventually become the town. And everybody clapped.

Hogwash or not, it does seek to explain a couple of things about Bryan’s Wreck, the first being its rather ominous name and the second, more important thing is the fact that this small seaside town is functionally a matriarchy. Sure, many of the men have historically gone out fishing, but the town is host to many businesses, almost all run by women. These businesses tend to be restaurants, and were often where much of the fishermen’s catches would be cooked using recipes guarded more carefully than the deepest of state secrets, passed down from mothers to daughters or daughters-in-law. The less fishing actually happens off the coast, the more the town relies on its reputation as an off-the-beaten-path foodie destination for tourist dollars. 

In a place like this, what’s a guy to do? It’s not a dry town, but well, every establishment where alcohol is sold is owned by their mother, or their wife, or their sister, or their mother/wife/sister’s nosy best friend. Grabbing some drinks and gathering near the water is fine, but what if it rains? And besides, doesn’t everyone like having a special place to hang out?

When Trixie Mattel arrived, she encountered a tight knit community of strong women who held a firm grip on the town’s business ecosystem. If things had worked out a certain way, she would have walked right into the embrace of a sisterhood, but these sisters don’t always take kindly to outsiders. It’s not easy for anyone new to waltz in and survive past a single summer season—not unheard of, but the Russian woman who got the town dangerously hooked on pirozhkis is an outlier and should not be counted. We’ll talk about her later. 

And yet, for a little over 8 years, Trixie has managed to hang on. She’s done this by turning an abandoned warehouse into a sanctuary for the town’s poor, forgotten men. Since its founding, the Lucky Clover has answered the cries of men looking for a spot to drink a little more than usual away from the censure of the matriarchs. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement; Trixie keeps the drinks flowing, and even feeds them sometimes. In return, the men hand over an annoying portion of their household income to her and, for the first year, politely ignored the baby strapped to their fair hostess’ back. 

The womenfolk have never adhered to this rule.

“It’s just crass,” one would grumble. “Serving alcohol to all those men with a baby right there on her back? Where it can see? How’s it going to grow up now?”

Svetlana Zamolodchikova, the aforementioned Pirozhki Lady, would tsk and shake her head.

“When I was young, I give the same men vodka with my Katya on my back,” she’d say with a smirk. “You must have hated me back then.”

That would cow them somewhat, but only for a little while. Still, the years passed, and the Lucky has stayed right where it is, with the same woman at its center serving meals and drinks to the forsaken men of the Wreck. The talk never seems to bother her.

There’s no need to ignore the baby these days, though. It’s impossible to do that when he’s old enough to walk and threaten to cut off a patron’s snack supply if they look at his mom funny. 

Katya Zamolodchikova was mostly away while all of this happened, busy living the glamorous life of a professional athlete. For someone raised in the Wreck her whole life, she’s a bit of a strange case, too; she’s her mother’s only daughter and yet there’s no question of her carrying on the family business. Katya has always been told not to worry if it dies once she’s well and truly on her feet. It’s an unusual situation, but her mother, though not like the other entrepreneurial moms in town in many ways, is very much like them in her jealous guarding of her right to have the final say in everything to do with her restaurant. Katya would never begrudge her that. 

Still, every year the place continues to stand she’s glad it’s kept chugging along, though. Especially now that she’s come home to reevaluate her life.

[kookslastbutton]

Guilty Pleasures ༓ jjk, kth (m) | ch. i

✑ Summary: Three years of being Seoul's power couple earns you nothing but a big fat divorce settlement and your face plaster on every gossip column around town. You're angry, hurt, and desperately want to move on, but worst of all? You're still in love with the man who started the whole mess, even though the most he can ever see you as is a friend. The renowned actor you've hired to be your company's new endorser seems to have a soft spot for you though. He's easy on the eyes, you'll admit, but who actually wants a divorcee like yourself? It's unrealistic really.

pairing: ex-husband ceo!jungkook x ceo!reader, slight actor!taehyung x ceo!reader

genre/AU: angst, smut, loverstoexesto ?, unrequited love

word count: 3,328

Warnings: oc and jk are both 30, mention of gossip columns and unequal treatment of how oc is portrayed post-divorce, hint of differences between men and women in the business world, oc struggling to be professional, both care about each other and are not toxic but oc fell in love, oc has the need to groom him a little out of habit, talks about Bam, feat, Namjoon and Taehyung, and sexual content

sexual warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, desk s*x, d*rty talk, oc is on bc, handjob, swearing, making out, neck kisses, clothed s*x, impulsive s*x, light praising, growling, some minor petnames (baby, Kook), mention of threesome, recalling of past sexual events

playing: Unkiss Me

a/n: uh…this one has been in my drafts and idk its kinda angsty but I decided I will share it. Enjoy! 🥰

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From the moment he stepped into your office, Jungkook could tell every ounce of color was drained from your face. All except for your puffy red eyes that is, which he knows you've been rubbing fervently to keep your tears from rolling down your cheeks.

He doesn't blame you for it though–you're his ex-wife.

Recent ex-wife that is.

For three years the two of you masqueraded as the perfect power couple; appearing completely in love to the public eye in hopes of forming an unshakable business partnership (transaction more like). You attended charity balls together, collaborated on several work projects, and attended countless corporate functions to establish both your presence in your respective industries.

That's right, you and Jungkook were in an arranged marriage and it would have flourished into a classic love story if it wasn't for one obvious detail–you're the only one that fell in love.

Despite all the times he's called you "stunning" when you dolled up for formal events or that you "feel so good" during late-night sex, Jungkook never truly loved you. He cared about you, did his best not to intentionally hurt you, and even tried loving you back; thinking he could fall for you with time.

But the most he could ever see you as is a friend, a beautiful friend, though a friend nonetheless. He knows how much it pains you, especially after you've held out hope that he'll want you the same way someday. This one embarrasses you the most which he wishes it wouldn't.

Well, Jungkook doesn't want to trap either of you in a loveless marriage any longer. So even if it means being the center of gossip columns for a while, he's giving you a divorce so you can find the right person to share your love with.

After all, you deserve it; you both do.

Today's day one of looking at one another as exes and it's bittersweet, to say the least. The only factor that would make this worse is if children were in the equation, but there aren't any.

"Thanks for letting me swing by __," he speaks first, doing his best to conjure up a genuine smile. The black floral button-up he's wearing suits him well and his smooth chest peaking out near the collar is far too tempting, yet you know better than to let your eyes linger.

"Of course," you answer and grab a small box from behind your desk. "These are 100% yours so I wouldn't keep them from you." Jungkook takes the box of belongings from your hands with slight hesitation. You're keeping a brave front for the sake of civility and professionalism.

He doesn't blame you for that either.

As a CEO of a large multinational corporation himself, Jungkook's no stranger to the age-old philosophy that that office is no place to let your personal woes get out of hand; you have a team to lead and a reputation to uphold. The latter is proving to be harder for you than him, however, being that the media is portraying you as some kind of she-devil, spinster, or worse of all—a cheater.

Jungkook plans to personally make sure those articles get removed from the public eye before the end of the week. (Not that he'll tell you though.)

"I still could have dropped by the house to pick these up if it'd been easier. I feel bad for interrupting your work day over a couple of old books, records, and dog toys." He watches you nod silently as he vocalizes the inconvenience of it all; he really doesn't have to but he does it anyway.

"No, it's alright. You haven't been to the house since you moved out, so I thought it'd be better if we met here instead." You pause to check the time. "If there's anything you think of that you might've forgotten later, just let me know. In the meantime, I have a meeting in twenty so..."

"He misses you."

"I'm sorry?"

"Bam, I mean." Jungkook throws the box under an arm and pulls out his phone. He scrolls through his camera gallery until he gets to one particular photo of a red and tan Doberman. "He hates the new place and all he does is sulk by the door."

Your heart's already struggling to settle down from the painful reality that the man you love is leaving you, let alone being reminded of another forced separation. Bam's the closest thing to a baby that either of you ever had and he was one of the few things that bonded you and your now ex-husband together.

Being Jungkook's dog, however, he couldn't stay with you. That means no more visiting the dog park, sneaking treats behind Jungkook's back, and snuggling together in the king-size bed after a stressful day.

"I'm sure he just wants his favorite chew toy that's been held hostage at the house," you joke lightly, thinking it simpler to spin the topic. It's similar to what Jungkook does when he uses flowery language to soften the cold hard truth of your divorce; that he doesn't love you and he can't ever. "Give Bam a lot of attention for me. I miss him too."

"Of cour—shit!" When Jungkook moves to slip his phone back into his pocket he loses his balance, causing the box with his belongings to spill out on your office floor. Naturally, you kneel down to help him clean up the mess. It's not until your fingers reach for the same item and come into contact with each other that you quickly retract your hand. "Sorry, did I shock you?" He asks gently and tosses the last item into the box before standing up.

"No, you didn't." You rise to your feet as well, until you're face to face with him. This time it's closer than before. His hooded eyes stare straight into yours and you can't believe it takes being inches from his face to notice how bloodshot his eyes are. "You look exhausted. You should go home and rest Kook." The petname is out before your brain tells you to stop.

Jungkook's eyes widen, the corner of his lip subtly quirking up for the first time since the start of the conversation. "Don't worry about me __. I probably get more breaks than you do. But thanks." He briefly glances at the ticking Snoopy clock behind you, a Christmas gift he gave you as a joke last year. "You still have that?"

You look over your shoulder at the small, Snoopy-shaped digital clock on your desk. Ten minutes until your next meeting. "It's cute and it makes for a great conversation starter with clients so I guess so. If you want me to give it ba—"

"Keep it," he interrupts. "Please, it was a gift and I'd like you to have it if you enjoy it." Jungkook gnaws on his lip before continuing. "Speaking of clients and business partners, I should make myself scarce now shouldn't I?"

"Yes. I do have that meeting soon." But once he leaves, neither of you is sure when you'll see the other again aside from the odd charity event. The Annual Winter Gala in December is one that particularly comes to mind.

Most high-ranking executives like yourselves attend the function to keep up appearances and to network with other professionals. Last year, you and Jungkook were the center of attention however now that you're divorced, you fear you'll be avoided like the plague—they always preferred Jungkook over you anyway.

"You're forming a new partnership with that actor, right? Kim Taehyung? I read an inkling about it online yesterday." He also read his whole biography too. The man is equally handsome as he is altruistic and kind.

"Nothing's signed and sealed yet. I'm sure you've heard that he's gotten dozens of other offers on the table. To be honest, I'm surprised you haven't nabbed him yet."

"Yeah, we don't need...wait sorry, let me rephrase that. We aren't ready for a new partner or merger yet."

You can read between the lines despite Jungkook's correction. His company is thriving more than yours in every way, so he doesn't need the help of a third-party endorser...like you. Well, you're not doing too shabby yourself and this isn't simply about fame and fortune you want to argue.

The head poking through your door stops you from following through on that last line.

"Mrs. Jeon—shit." Your secretary Kim Namjoon screws his eyes shut at his drastic misstep. "Ms. __, Kim Taehyung called and said he'll be a bit late due to unexpected delays during his filming today. He apologizes profusely but is on his way over now. Sajangnim," he bows at Jungkook respectively.

"That's fine, Namjoon, thank you. You can send him in whenever he gets here. Mr. Jeon was just about to leave and I had the rest of my day cleared."

"Of course. I'll let him know to come in." Your secretary nods and shuts the door. Jungkook shifts between his feet once Namjoon is out of sight, a habit he's picked up that tells you he has more to say.

"Was there anything else, Mr. Jeon?" You shuffle a few files on your desk, prepping for your meeting with Taehyung. At this point, you're not even looking at Jungkook.

"Mr. Jeon? I think I prefer when you call me Kook more," he mutters, allowing his line of sight to catch a glimpse of your lips. "Can I...kiss you? Before I go."

The question knocks the wind out of your lungs and you instantly lift your head up toward him. "Kiss me?" You gulp slowly, then shake your head. "No, I'd rather we not. Goodbye kisses aren't really my thing." You couldn't be a bigger liar, evident from the sudden churning in your gut. Having Jungkook's lips on yours was the best and worst moments of your entire relationship but you have to fight yourself....your innate desires that tell you to say yes.

"Okay, I understand. What about a hug?"

"Jungkook..."

"I'm sorry, I'm pushing. Thanks again for my stuff." He gestures at the box under his arm. "I hope your meeting with Kim Taehyung goes well. Maybe I'll see you both at the next Winter Gala." He makes a beeline for the door.

"Wait!"

Jungkook stills in his tracks as he watches you stride in front of him. He's unsure what you stopped him for until your hands reach out towards his shirt collar, smoothing the delicate material down. A light smile plays on his face as you do this, though he says nothing aside from a simple 'thanks'.

"It was bothering me the whole time." You finish fixing his collar and peer up into his Bambi eyes. Out of all the potential suitors, you wish Jeon Jungkook didn't become your husband. It's not like you got to keep him or anything.

Jungkook once again flickers his gaze toward your barely parted lips. And this time, you do the same for him. Before either of you have time to back out you lean forward and kiss him.

It's a hard kiss too. Painful but so inviting that neither of you pulls away.

With his free hand, Jungkook snakes a hand around your waist to hug you close. Having his fingers pressed against the small of your back is so familiar and all you can do is deepen the kiss.

You're obviously not the only one that gets a sense of pleasure from this because, in a matter of seconds, the box from under Jungkook's arm falls to the ground. He then places his second hand on the side of your neck and jawline which you lean into, exposing the other side of your neck.

"Jungkook," you gasp when his lips attach themself to the soft skin, sucking lightly. His teeth come out and nip too. "Wait, we can't do this, we shouldn't. Taehyung, he'll be here soon."

"That would have sounded so convincing if you didn't just moan the words, baby." He walks you backward until you're forced to sit atop your mahogany desk.

"Don't call me that." You allow him to push up your pencil skirt and spread your thighs until your panties are the only material he sees. You decided to go with black lace today, his favorite now that you think about it.

"Did you—"

"No, they weren't for you."

A brief growl leaves the man's rose-tinted lips. "In that case, we don't need them." He places both hands on your hips and brings you into another kiss, messier than before. His tongue shoves between the seam of your lips to lick every crevasse he can. He hasn't kissed you like this for months and to be brutally honest, he's missed it as much as you.

Jungkook hasn't been with anyone else since marrying you either, which means he's completely adjusted to your body, your preferences, and what turns you on. The same applies to you so while he's busy shoving his tongue down your throat, you palm his half-harden bulge through his trousers.

"Mm," he groans and bucks his hips into your hand. You smile at how well you've managed to draw a response from him. With a little burst of confidence, you hastily move to unbuckle his pants. "What are you doing?" He mumbles between kisses.

You decide not to answer, preferring to reach inside his trousers to take his length out. You make sure to pump it a few times until he's fully hard. Jungkook has a gorgeous dick, and that takes a lot for you to admit.

"Fuck, that's it." He says with gritted teeth, now watching your hand as it moves up and down his cock. "Get me how you want me."

"We don't have much time." You slide your panties down your legs and spread your thighs wide apart, which makes Jungkook's eyes dilate about 10 meters. "Fuck me, please." One last time. Make love to me one last time.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom."

"It's okay, I'm on birth control. As long as you're still clean then its fine."

"I am. I got tested recently. But are you sure you want this?"

You glance at his pulsating length, tip leaking with pre-cum, and swallow hard. "Hurry."

"Fuck, okay." Jungkook wastes not another second and guides you flat on your back, his hands resting on either side of your body. The coolness of your desk has you shiver slightly. He then urges you to raise your legs until they can wrap loosely around his slim waist. And as if second nature, you link your arms around his neck as he eases him into you. He's able to bottom out without much effort thanks to how wet you've become.

"Oh god." Your back arches off the surface of your desk as Jungkook thrusts into you. They're only practice thrusts at first to get you re-adjusted to his size, yet the pleasure zipping down your spine already has your eyes rolling up.

You shouldn't be doing this at all. Your conscious whispers to again to which you blindly dismiss. You'll enjoy it now and tomorrow, start a new—another lie you tell yourself.

"Fuckfuckfuck, you're so wonderful for me," he chants while pushing his cock in and out of you, the speed of his movements picking up to an insane rate. Jungkook never had an issue with quickies so he's likely in his element now. "You know what this reminds me of?" He cocks a smirk and kisses down your neck.

"Hm?"

"That time when we were abroad for a weekend conference. Remember when we stopped at my second office to pick up some files? You were so horny that day that you pushed me into my chair and demanded that I let you ride me. It took the wind right out of my sails to see you like that, so confident and in control." He prys apart the top button of your blouse until he can slide the material down your shoulders. He doesn't take it off completely, favoring the chance to place kisses on your newly exposed area instead.

"I was beyond stressed that day. It was the first time I had to speak at that conference and you looked so good with your freshly slicked back hair. I couldn't stop myself—oh fuck! Right there Kook, don't slow down. Please." Jungkook grunts at the use of his petname and fucks you rougher, sweat forming around his forehead as his dark hair dangles messily over his eyes.

You manage to sneak a glance at the time on your Snoopy clock between thrusts. "Shit, I need to come soon, or Kim Taehyung's never going to agree to do business with me." The man laughs and buries his head on your shoulder.

"You never know, he could be really into threesomes."

"Fuck! Don't joke about that." You claw at his back and surprise both of you with the unexpected clenching of your pussy.

"You're right, I take it back," he groans and continues to snap his hips. "Looks like he's not the one who wants a threesome after all, considering your body's response to the suggestion. You wanna ask him if he walks in?" He whispers in your ear and you're embarrassed that your cheeks burn at the thought.

Of course, Kim Taehyung was sexy and you've rehearsed to yourself dozens of times not to let yourself get any crazy ideas about him. Still, one unrequited love is enough for you; Taehyung wouldn't want a divorcee. You shake the train of thought before it has time to go any further. "Make me come, Kook. Need you to finish too. It's not just Taehyung who could walk in at any second."

Jungkook grunts and continues to thrust into you, bouncing you up and down his thick length as the desk shakes underneath you. He feels you getting closer and closer by the sporadic clenching of your walls squeezing him. A big part of him doesn't want this to end but it has to....he doesn't love you. He only wants to make you feel good before he has to say goodbye. Both of you come just before Namjoon calls your office phone, giving you a heads-up that Taehyung's about to enter your office.

Jungkook shoves his pants back on while you button up your blouse and fold over your skirt. You decided to shove your underwear in your bag with the lack of time. No one has any business digging in there anyway.

"How do I look?" You turn around to get a quick once-over from Jungkook but he's already out the door. Now the person standing in front of you is Kim Taehyung who has nothing but the most genuine smile.

"You look lovely as always Ms. __. I'm so sorry I'm late by the way. I feel terrible about it so I brought you these." Taehyung whips out a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. "Hope you don't mind that I did a little research on you ahead of time. I found out these have a special place in your heart."

You smile and accept the bouquet with thanks. As you set them on your desk, a messages comes through your phone. You manage to give a quick look.

Unknown Number: Sorry I had to duck so fast! I know it looked rude but Taehyung was already opening the door and you were dressed so I thought it'd be better if I left. Hope you're meeting goes well! And thanks for everything today ;) if you need anything, you have my number.

You flip your phone over and invite Taehyung to have a seat. Business is business, and you have to carry on even if your heart has completely sunk to the ground. Kim Taehyung is sweet anyway, so you'll enjoy his company.

Too bad you don't realize how much he enjoys yours as well.

a/n: so, yeah... there's a potential for our Jk to actually love oc and not realize it but either way he does care about her (despite the impulsive sex). And yes, taehyung likes oc... it's like a double unrequited love 😔 okay bye lmk what you think, thank you! 😘

Also, lmk what you think about jk in this poll!

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[gd-dollopole]

It’s actually realistic for Arthur to have so many friends in fanfictions.

Merlin is the guy who comes from a small village, after all, with only one person as a best friend and a single parent as a mother. Then, he arrives in Camelot and meets all these people, who are so fond of him, and he gets into the circle.

Now, think about it.

Especially in Modern AUs, Arthur has many friends, BUT, what’s unrealistic is how Arthur interacts with them.

He wouldn’t be the jock, the popular guy from the dorm next to people, who drinks beer and has these great frat parties, and who’s hot and confident and blonde and hits on everything that breaths.

No.

Arthur has no idea he has friends.

He doesn’t know they love him, he doesn’t know they care for him, he doesn’t know he can ask for favours, he doesn’t know he isn’t a burden, he doesn’t know any of it, because he has an horrible father figure who blames him for his mother’s death (although not explicitly) and tells him he has to meet every possible human’s exceptations, who forbade him many things while growing up, who gave Arthur a strict diet and a curfew, who never was home, and for that, Arthur doesn’t know how to socialise.

So he would have many friends, but they would have to remind him that he’s not so alone anymore, that he can hang out with them, that they can help him with school work/job related things.

Arthur would stay silent during hang outs, probably drink orange juice, because he doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, go to bed early and get his heart all warm, whenever he receives a ‘good night’ text or ‘I’m glad you’re home safe’ text, from either Gwen or Leon or Morgana.

And once Merlin comes by and joins in, Arthur would be impossible to deal with, a constant stuttering but arrogant idiot with an ego as big as a castle. He loathes not being able to socialise, because now Merlin thinks he can somehow flirt with him, and that’s just not alright.

Arthur becomes a tomato with flaring nostrils and audacity, because ‘how dare Merlin say I’m adorable when I blush, I don’t blush’ and Merlin would be scared of being left alone, like he was back in his small closed minded town, with only one best friend and a mother who sacrificed everything for him, with a father who has abandoned him, and zero knowledge on how to interact with girls.

Arthur and Merlin are the same, but they simply decide to act differently on it.

And this is realistic to me.

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

AU where, at some point after Bingge gets thrown into the Abyss, SJ decides he’s had enough of the murder accusations and having to listen to teenage attempts to play music and wrote poetry, and decides to fuck off. He tells YQY he’s going into ‘seclusion’ for his cultivation and proceeds to change his clothes, hairstyle, and wear something that covers his face as he starts travelling around as a wandering cultivator under his original name (if asked if he’s related to that Shen, he just tells the truth — he’s an orphan who never knew his family). This eliminates at least 60% of his stress and anxiety since he’s actually able to relax without worrying about insults or keeping his reputation as a cold and elegant immortal master intact.

Time goes on, and eventually Bingge comes back. Hearing that SQQ is away, he figures he’ll just use the time to focus on gathering power and collecting evidence before he can take his revenge. Along the way, he ends up in a small town, where he ends up going to a brothel because Xin Mo is being annoying and he left his wives at home. He steps in the door and — is that Shen Qingqiu???

SJ doesn’t recognise this handsome stranger who’s uncommonly polite to prostitutes. It’s been years since he saw LBH and he was an underfed teenager then, no taller than him. Even the name wouldn’t jog his memory since it’s not like he ever used the little beast’s name outside of the occasional bit of paperwork. So, he invites him over for tea and they talk.

LBH is immediately convinced that this cannot be SQQ because he’s actually being nice to him. He invited him to sit down and have tea! He’s asking for his opinion on the music! He’s smiling! LBH is pretty sure SQQ would rather drop dead than smile at anyone, let alone him! He goes into conspiracy mode: is this a long lost relative? amnesia?? an alternate universe counterpart??? possession????

SJ now has to deal with this strange cultivator following him around, always ‘coincidentally’ visiting the same towns he does and offering to help him on night hunts… because LBH is too curious about this not-Shen-Qingqiu to leave him alone. Eventually, SJ decides the best way to get rid of this stranger is to become disliked by him, something he’s got plenty of experience with. Of course, his entire life story (who’s going to connect it to the Qing Jing peak lord anyway? and it feels surprisingly good to actually tell someone) is the perfect choice.

This has the opposite of the intended effect, as now they’re bonding over their mutually awful childhoods. SJ complains about how at least LBH had a mother, LBH points out that maybe it’s better to never have someone than loose them, and SJ brings up Yue Qi. LBH says he was abandoned in the Demon Realm, because the Endless Abyss is a bit unrealistic for an ordinary cultivator to escape, SQQ points out that he would probably have preferred the Demon Realm to the sect he ended up in, and LBH has to agree. LBH talks about his shitty master and SJ can’t help but compare him to Qiu Jianluo.

Bingge is Bingge, so of course this ends up with them in bed together. In a moment of passion, LBH accidentally calls him Shizun… and SJ realises, and immediately goes into crisis.

[starlightazriel]

bad boy az x school girl au part 3 (fem reader)

warnings: 18+ as usual, smut, angst, drug addiction, drug abuse, underage drinking, very dark childhood, abusive parent, age gap (sophomore x senior)

other parts can be found on my azriel masterlist

wc: 4.4k

Regular sex. I was having regular sex with Azriel. It seemed quite surreal actually, that someone like me would have regular sex with anyone, let alone Azriel. He would wait for me on that same bench, or sometimes with his car, leaning up against it to be sure I saw him. It was definitely strange, people knew my name now. I didnt ask him if we were dating, though it felt like it.

We did more than just have sex, and I couldn't deny that I was completely in love with him after only several weeks, despite not knowing much of anything about him. Only what he chose to show me. It was starting to get colder, the fall air getting more crisp as winter approached. Azriel and I had plans tonight, plans that I was very much looking forward to. So when I left school that day I was expecting Azriel to be there, leaning up on his car and waiting for me. He wasn't there though, my heart sank. Right on time with my disappointment, my phone buzzed. Raincheck butterfingers? im sorry. There was never any warning in advance, no reason why, it would just be some short message that he had to reschedule and it always came right when Id leave school looking for him, only once it was a few minutes late.

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Azriel looked down at his phone, read, typing and then just like that the typing stopped, nothing. It wasn't the first time he had blown her off, she never left him on read though. Normally, this wouldn't bother him, it wouldn't matter, normally he wouldn't have a second thought about being left on read. With her, it was different for some reason. Like disappointing her was just, gut wrenching, which he didnt know how to feel about that either. Azriel could see the way she looked at him, he could see how happy she was when she was around him, she didnt think about her parents arguing, or about the social pressures of high school, or the pressures of deciding what school she was eventually going to go to when she graduated. He knew it was unrealistic, for someone like her to be with him. He felt like he would just drag her down, like he wasn't nearly good enough for her. Im really sorry I have to handle this. A double text, he never did that, but again, with her, things were just different, she was too innocent, too much of a sweetheart. Plus, he was older, he was supposed to be the responsible one, so that's why he sent her a second text.

He knew that it would have to come to an end eventually, he knew that he would have to break both of their hearts when the time came.

She didnt read the second one, he cursed again and shook his head, parking in front of his house and jogging inside. He went up to his room, sat on his bed and took a few bong rips, Rhys' name lit up on his screen but he let it ring. He'd go talk to him later. He pulled himself together and pushed his night table aside pulling the board on the floor up to reveal his stacks of cash he had been saving over the years, hustling came easy to him, he had been doing it since elementary, he had bought candy bars for a dollar and sold them at school for three, secretly of course, back of the playground, boys bathroom, under the bleachers... Eventually middle school came and the candy bars turned into selling his dad's cigarettes, then high school, the cigarettes turned to pills, weed and mushrooms.

He had each of the stacks separated with rubber bands into a thousand dollars each, he grabbed a band, shoved it in his pocket and replaced the floorboard, pulling his night stand back over it.

With the cash in his pocket he headed to the police station. He pulled up, snapping the rubber band off the cash so it didnt look as much like drug money. "Afternoon boys," he strode in, the cops knew him well I mean, it was a small town for one and he had gotten into plenty of trouble in his days, and for two the neighbors had been calling on his dad and him for domestic disputes for years. And besides that, he had bailed his dad out of jail a few times a year at this point. They never asked where Azriel got the cash, maybe they just didnt give a fuck to care about a teenager and his drug addicted father. "What's the damage?" he mumbles, placing his scarred tattooed hands on the counter.

"750 today," the officer says after checking some things on his computer, Azriel winced before carefully counting the cash and placing it on the counter mumbling, "he's lucky I don't leave his ass in here," he shoves the remaining cash in his pocket before sitting down on a nearby chair to wait for them to retrieve his father.

He sighs as they bring him out, each year he seemed to get worse, heroin, cocaine to balance out the tiredness, really he knew his dad would do whatever he could get his hands on. His face was skeleton thin, pale and bruised, eyes sunken in with dark circles surrounding them. Azriel stood, turned, and started walking out of the building not saying a single word to his dad, really there was nothing to say. There was never a time that he had gotten along with his dad, before his mother abandoned them he had beat his mother until she couldn't take it anymore, he would never forgive either of them, he knew that, he would die hating both of them, and the only hope that he had was to eventually leave his dad and never see him again either. For now, until the end of the school year, it was what it was. Which was another reason why dating y/n was just unrealistic and out of reach, he planned to leave after graduation. To get as far away from this town as he could, even if it meant leaving Rhys and Cass behind, even if it meant leaving her behind. She was just a girl anyway, one he had only known for a few months in fact.

"Hurry up," Azriel muttered before getting into the car, he checked his phone again, nothing from her, she had to be angry with him. That was new, and he didnt like it. He had stood her up a handful of times, none of them had been intentional, simply circumstantial. His dad eventually hobbled to the car, getting into the passenger seat and slamming the door behind him. No appreciation, no thank you, nothing. Azriel pulls out of the station and begins to drive back to his house.

"Cigarette, boy," his dad demands, leaning back and sighing as if he had just got done after a long days work, he hadn't worked for years, for years Azriel had been burdened with paying the bills enough so they at least had hot water and heat. Azriel rolled his eyes and tossed a half empty pack to his dad, not wanting to be bothered for another one when he finished the first. His dad growled at the gesture, "if you weren't so damn disrespectful boy, maybe your mother wouldn't have left us, she couldn't bare to see that damn ugly scowl anymore," his dad grunted, Azriel scoffs, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

"Yeah, that's why she left," he muttered and came to a screeching hault in front of their house. He still recalled the day his mother left like it was yesterday, the night before, she had tried to protect him, his father had been belligerently drunk the night before, enough that he had barely been able to speak. He had only been seven years old.

He remembered the pain best, the blood soaking his shirt from his busted lip, his entire body aching and sore from the tumble he had taken down the stairs. His dad had pushed him because he had left one of his toys in the hall and his father had stepped on it. He remembered being curled up under his bed, hugging his bruised body, crying as he listened to the screams from his mother. Wincing every single time that she cried out. His dad yelling, the sounds of her body hitting the floor over and over again. He remembered waking up the next morning, still under his bed his body aching he remembered feeling like he couldn't move but forcing himself out, he had to check on his mother. "Mom? Where are you going?" he had asked she was covered in cuts and bruises, her eyes both swollen almost shut, he remembered wanting to cry, but not wanting to make her sad. She had been at the door, bag slung over her shoulder. "Oh Azzie baby," she had started crying at the sight of him, rushed to the bottom of the stairs, she hugged him tighter than she ever had before. "He's going to kill me Azzie, I have to go, I will come back for you, Im so sorry baby, stay strong okay?" she had told him before she left. He didnt know then that it was the last time he would see her. Azriel had waited five years before he decided that his mother was either dead, or wanted nothing to do with him because of his father, and he hated them both for it.

"Get out," Azriel reaches over his father with his long arm to open the passenger door, flicking his head toward the house. "I got shit to do," he mumbles not giving his dad even another look.

"Give me a hundred boy," his dad demands, Azriel takes a deep breath, anger coursing through his veins, he wanted to rip his throat out. "Come on boy, been in there for a whole day, you left me in there, I know they called you last night," he didnt move from the car. Azriel didnt have time for this, he had seen his father in withdrawal more times than he cared to admit and he didnt want to deal with it tonight, too much to do. Reluctantly he fished around in his pocket pulling out a fifty and tossing it at him.

"That's all I got, bail was expensive," he muttered and nodded toward the house again. "Goodbye," he says and he hears his dad grumbling about how disrespectful kids are today and that he better not come home tonight or he'd get his ass beat, Azriel wasn't worried though, he was bigger than his father now and anyway he knew by the time he returned his dad would be nodded off on the couch, he never got so lucky for an overdose, only once but he had been younger, he knew he would go into foster care until turned 18 if his dad died, so he had called the cops. He still had spent 6 months in foster care that year before returning to his father.

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"Fuck is wrong with you?" Cass asks as Azriel entered the apartment belonging to his two older and oldest friends, they were all brothers at this point. They were the only real family he had. Since he could remember Azriel had always been around older kids, smoking first, drinking first, having sex first... Rhys and Cass had always been around, they had once rode bikes around their neighborhood and egged the principals house after Azriel had gotten suspended from the bus for sticking gum to the back of Stacy Willets seat which had got all stuck in her hair, now older and more mature he realized that was bullying. Azriel had only been nine years old when they had egged his house, Rhys and Cass had been twelve. He had met them when he was only five years old, first day of school, a fresh kindergartener wanting to impress the two third grade boys, naturally it happened at the bus stop, Azriel had impressed them by pick pocketing a fellow students pack of gum. Stealing of all things, he guessed he had always been bad, ever since he could remember.

"Just had to bail out my fucking deadbeat again," he grumbles, plopping himself down on the sofa and reaching for the spliff that Cass was holding in his hand, he passes it to Azriel, raising a brow. "Where's Rhys? I need work," he mumbles inhaling the smoke and sinking into the back of the couch.

"Well you're in luck, he just went to pick up," he doesn't comment about his dad, he knew Azriel didnt like to talk about it. "Skate while we wait?" he asked, throwing his hands up as if to ask how about it? His lips drawing in slightly in a turned down smile.

"Yeah, need that," Azriel says and shrugs, standing up to grab his favorite of Rhys' boards off of the racks they had on the wall, even though his was in the trunk of his car. He recalled the days that the three of them would skate every single day after school. They would meet up, get high out of their minds while they walked the woods trail from the school to the skate park and skate until it got completely dark out, not even stopping to eat. They had graduated his freshman year, and the last few years of school had been torture without them, he had other friends, they just weren't real friends he supposed until butterfingers. He couldn't help but smile which earned him a suspicious look from Cass as he grabbed his own board off the wall before leaning it against the couch.

"Peanut butter and mushroom jelly?" he asks and laughs. Azriel puts the now stinger of a spliff in the ashtray, Rhys' board still tucked under his arm and nods.

"When have I ever said no?" He asks him and smirks, sitting at one of their kitchen stools, placing the board over his lap now. He checks his phone while Cass places two pieces of white bread on the bare counter, smearing jelly on one side peanut butter on the other, he then retreated and came back dumping an eighth of shrooms onto the sandwich. Azriels stomach twisted when he opened instagram to see that she had posted a story, she never posted on her socials, he didnt much either, but still. His thumb hovered over it, debating on whether or not he should look, he knew girls were complicated, everything they did was a message.

"If anything will cheer you up it's this," Cass says as he cuts the now sandwich into two equal halves and hands one to Azriel. He takes the sandwich and takes a large bite, almost half already gone and he chews, the board still balancing on his lap. He would never get used to that earthy taste, like he had just picked up a pile of leaves and rotting sticks off the ground and was just chewing on them, he scrunched his nose, glancing up at Cass for only a minute to see him pouring two glasses of orange juice a similar expression on his face.

Azriel just shook his head, setting the sandwich down to take a swig before he finally just decided to watch the damn story. His heart leapt seeing her face on the screen now, a selfie? Since when, did she post selfies? Jealousy was the only thing that stopped him from hearting it. Azriel knew he was popular, yes it was in a different way than the jocks and the cheerleaders but still, he knew how people were noticing her since he had started walking the halls with her. He shoved the rest of the sandwich into his mouth and opened the text thread again, seeing that she had read his last message only about twenty minutes ago, this only annoyed him further. So you can post but you can't respond to my message? Triple texting a girl, who even was he anymore? "You alright?" Cass' voice pulls him from his thoughts and he locks his phone, swallowing the rest of the sandwich and washing it down with more juice.

"Let's go skate," he says and stands backup, the board tucked under his arm again. Cass seemed to accept this as an appropriate answer, he knew him and Rhys had to look out for him, they were like his older brothers, but prying, wasn't the way to look out for Azriel, it would only make him not return their calls for weeks until he sorted whatever it was out on his own. They made their way to the parking lot which had a convenient rail with a cement base near the sign for the apartments, the rail was already left scraped and bare on the top from them skating from time to time.

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Azriel was definitely slightly drunk, it was late now, well past midnight as he walked from his car that he parked on the end of her street. It was freezing out now but he still wore a tshirt and jeans, his tattoos gleamed in the moonlight, he noted how trippy they looked, the effects of the shrooms him and Cass had done still wearing off. When Rhys had finally got back, they went out, Azriel using his fake since he wasnt twenty one. He had gotten half of the pills off that Rhys brought back, but he wasn't worried, he knew he'd sell the rest at school tomorrow, too damn good not to. She still hadn't responded to him and he had only gotten increasingly annoyed as the day had went on, so when he stumbled into her back yard, it was with intention.

He walked around the side to where he knew her window was and began throwing small rocks, they made small clinking noises before falling back onto the ground. "This is so fuckin stupid," he muttered to himself, shaking his head, he knew he looked like a complete idiot and he was about to go home before he saw the glow of her desk lamp and then, there she was, her brows furrowed as she peered down at him from the second story window. He watched her pry the window open, a smile threatening at his lips.

"Azriel what are you doing? It's a school night," she asks, the tone of her voice like a yell and a whisper at the same time. He couldn't help it, he smiled then, because, of course she would care about that.

"Let me fuck you before you go back to bed," he says back, and he didnt even have to see her up close to know that she was blushing beet red up there. There's a long pause of silence and he looks up at her, raising his arms the same way that Cass did earlier.

"How are you supposed to get in?" she finally asks, huffing out a shaky breath, keeping her voice at a low volume.

"I'll climb," he responds as if it's the simplest task in the world, there was a small roof in front of her window, it covered the back porch area.

"And how will you get down after?" she asks, as if challenging him.

"That's not a now problem butterfingers," he says back, shrugging his shoulders. He doesn't wait for her to say anything else before he's using one of the patio chairs to stand on and he somehow manages to get himself onto the roof and nearly falls into her room. Her hand covers over her mouth.

"Azriel be quiet my parents are sleeping," she hisses softly but he is on his feet by the time she finishes her sentence, he looks down at her, studying her face as if something would now be different.

"Y/n," he was too drunk to care about the surprise that crossed her face and then flush that crept onto her cheeks as her hands slowly dropped at her sides. He had never really said her name before, not outside of class when he had been talking to their teacher. Her lips parted slightly and she stared at him, waiting for what he was going to say next. "Why did you ignore me today?" he finally asked, there were so many things he wanted to tell her, but he knew he couldn't, it would only hurt her in the long run.

"Because you blew me off again, apparently to get drunk," she wrinkled her nose slightly, she may have tried to play it cool, but Azriel knew she was nervous.

"I promise you, it wasnt like that at all," he shakes his head, now feeling slightly nervous as well, which wasnt normally a thing for him. There was a lot of new things with her though. "I had to pick my dad up, and then you weren't texting me and yeah, somehow we ended up here," he finally says, her face softens, which it seemed to any time he mentioned his dad. She really knew nothing, but she knew it was something, he appreciated her understanding, and he appreciated that she never asked any prying questions.

"Im sorry for ignoring you," she finally says after a small pause of silence, he breaks out in a smile and then remembers the selfie, his smile didnt falter when her grabbed her face in his hands, her breath hitched.

"Im going to need every name that slid up on that picture you posted, Im going to lace their weed," he says casually, she didnt even have time to process before his lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily, claiming her with a dominance he hadn't used before and he pushed her toward her bed, she let out a small gasp as her knees buckled against the bed. Azriel knew if he hadn't drank so much he wouldn't have came here, he knew he wouldn't have been here claiming her as his. Selfish, he was being so damn selfish.

He yanked her pajama pants from her body, placing kisses on her bare torso as he did, her tank top had ridden up just under her breasts that were now peaked, nipples poking the thin fabric. "This?" he mumbled, pressing his palm onto her pussy, holding it, shaking his hand just a little bit causing her to gasp in pleasure as she looked down at him, face flushed, lips parted, propping herself up on her elbows so she could see him better. "This is all mine, do you understand baby?" he asks, his eyes locking with hers, dark with lust, tone unwavering as his eyes bore into hers, searching. He had never in his whole career of having sex behaved this way with someone before, he was too damn drunk to be afraid of it. "Answer me," he says, as she had seemed to be lost for words, her brows twisted with pleasure as she panted before him.

"I understand," she breathed out, he let out a small grunt of approval finally releasing his hand from her and pulling her panties off, humming in approval.

"Look how wet you are already," he dipped his head down, taking a small lick of the wetness gathered at her opening, humming softly in approval at her delicious taste. She whimpered softly beneath him and he stood, her eyes widened a bit, and she looked at him curiously. "On your stomach," he mutters humming again in approval as she rolls over onto her stomach without hesitation. "Fuck," he groans before burying his face into her again, he licked her opening, wiggling his tongue inside her deeper, his nose pressing into the pucker of her ass, she gasps again, trying to pull away a bit but he holds her hips steady, inhaling her sweet sent as he continued to move his tongue. She buried her face into her pillow and he noted the way that her fingers gripped her sheets and her pillow, her knuckles white like she was hanging on for dear life.

He pulled back a bit, licking all the way up from her ass to the top of her neck, goosebumps covered her body and she let out a muffled whimper into her pillow. "This was all you needed wasnt it?" He asks, moving her hair aside so he could ask right in her ear, his husky voice making her toes curl. "Needed me to lick your sweet little cunt and fuck you til you see stars so you can stop acting like a little brat," his lips were right next to her ear, causing a shiver to shoot through her, she only moaned in response. Now this, was more his style, never claiming a pussy as his own, he never cared about having someone to himself. Everything was different with her.

He grabbed one of her smaller pillows, his other hand sliding down her side before he lifted her a bit, sliding the pillow underneath her. He cursed quietly at the sight,, her ass now poking up for him at the perfect angle, her pussy gleamed in the dim light of her desk lamp. He didnt have time to undress, only enough time to free his aching cock from his jeans and shove it into her, making her cry out softly.

"So fuckin wet," he slurred a little bit, his fingers digging into her hips as he began to fuck her, harder, faster and needier than he ever had. She gripped the sheets tightly, no words, only soft moans and whimpers escaped her lips. Her body tensed, and he knew it was coming, he braced himself as her walls tightened around him and she gushed, crying out softly as she came all over his cock. "Oh fuck," he moaned again, the feeling of her sending him over the edge as well, he pulled out, spilling everything onto her ass, his breath ragged as he marveled at her beautiful body. He collapsed next to her, and silence fell as they caught their breath, she was peering at him now with only one eye, her face still smushed into the pillow, it made his heart melt. "No more ignoring me," he mutters, still breathless as he studies the half of her face he could see, he wanted to remember this moment forever.

"I might just do it every day if I get this treatment."

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a/n: that got so dark for a min there idk what's wrong with my fucked up mind, y'all gonna have to brace yourselves for the next part :( don't forget to tell me what you think

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Glassheart Modern Prep School AU!!

This is just an idea I’ve had, it probably doesn’t make much sense without context but I’m posting this anyway!

Chloe has always had one goal. Be perfect. She knows it’s unrealistic, her therapist tells her it’s not the best goal to have. But it’s the standard that she sets for herself, and for the past 16 years she’s been doing a damn good job.

It’s funny how her entire world is flipped on its head when a new girl comes to town and shows her that her flaws are what make her perfect.

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Chloe suddenly regretted not accepting her father’s help with her bags. She had to haul her copious amount of luggage down the long and familiar halls of Auradon Prep. Eventually, she got to her dorm and set them down, she pulls out a small keycard and slides it into the lock. She waits for the green light to flash as she hears a click. She opens the door and starts to put all of her stuff down as she breathes in the familiar smell of her room.

With a content sigh she took in the space around her. It was mostly the same as when she left it, the walls were still that same off-white color, the beams still had the intricate wooden texture, and the windows had the same view she loved looking out at in the morning. She made sure to check the kitchenette first, looking for any faults, making sure the sink was running and the fridge was cold.

Chloe remembers her parents telling her about someone sponsoring the school, their child would be attending this year, and they had paid to put new equipment in all around the building. It showed when Chloe opened the cabinets expecting a loud squeak, but was met with silence instead.

Heading up to the loft she looked at the plain beds sitting up there and the door that leads to the balcony between them. She jumped onto the one she had claimed when she first moved in, sinking into the memory foam she reminisced on the past few years.

She remembered how happy she was to have no one sharing this space with her. It got lonely sometimes, but it made her cherish being on her own. So what she only had 2 real friends, one of them being her cousin, she was fine by herself. She talked to a lot of people, and people loved talking to her. Her last name had irony to it and it was not lost on her. But the conversations she had were only ever surface level with them. No one ever really stuck around.

And Chloe was perfectly fine with that.

She got up and walked into the bathroom, making sure everything was in good shape. Once her small check was done Chloe pulled out her phone and took a picture in the mirror smiling. She sends it to her family group chat, and grins as replies start flooding in.

Papa 👑: Theres my pretty girl!!

Brobear 🧸: nerd

Mommy💙: Hi darling! How’s move-in day going?

She’s about to reply to her mother when she hears the door click from downstairs. She goes out to check who entered when she’s met with a head she’d never seen on campus. She knew everyone on campus.

“Excuse me? Who are you?” Chloe called as she walked down the stairs to talk to the girl.

The girl whips her head around and Chloe freezes for a moment. When the girl’s fiery red hair falls to frame her face Chloe knows. She knows this must be the new student because she would have remembered that face. Chloe can’t help it when her eyes start to look over the girl, her amber eyes are glowing as the window lets the sunlight peak through the blinds, her nose ring standing out against her skin. And, God, the lips that start turning upward into a smirk. Chloe’s gaze flicks back up to the girl’s eyes when the lips start moving.

“W-What?”

“I said my name is Red,” Chloe blushes as she chided herself for not paying attention.

“You’re the new student?” She asks the obvious question because her mind is still trying to catch up after seeing the girl. She already knows the answer as Red nods. “And you’re staying here?”

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The Library of Illusion — The Woodland Guard

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➮ elven guard!Yeosang × fem!Reader wc: 6.9k summary: Of all the places the fantasy section could have taken her, Y/N ends up deep in a dense woodland. While traversing through the trees, she sets off a silent alarm and alerts the Woodland Guard who take her back to their tree house village where she learns they are in the midst of a week-long celebration. Though she's not allowed to join in the festivities, she finds her own fun when an elven guard named Yeosang takes over guarding her cell. genres/themes/au: angst, slight fluff, smut; fantasy, high fantasy; non idol au, elven au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: sorry for this being late, I took an impromptu trip out of town and wasn't really able to focus on writing but I'm back hoke and ready to write again! I really like how this turned out. Initially, I hadn't planned on putting Y/N in a cell. She was originally going to join thr party but I like this direction better. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. Header and banners made by me. Content and reblog banners made by my with a template made by @cafekitsune. I do not allow reposts, translations, or continuations of my works. All my writings are ©️ kwanisms.

smut warnings: fingering (f receiving), edging (f receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it), use of pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, princess, etc), unrealistic sex (multiple rounds, multiple f orgasms), dirty talk, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cumplay (Yeosang cums on her pussy & pushes some of it inside), and I believe that's all of them! Let me know if I missed anything.

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“You have to hurry.”

You pushed yourself up off the desk. “What are you talking about?” You asked softly, watching the way Seonghwa hesitated before turning to look at you.

“There isn’t much time left,” Seonghwa said again. “Not much time left for what?” you asked. “I didn’t think you’d take this long to get through the guardians,” Seonghwa started to explain. “You only have a small window to escape this place,” he added.

“A small window? What does that mean?” you asked again.

Seonghwa sighed, shaking his head. “From the moment you step foot into the Library, you’ve had exactly three days to get out,” Seonghwa continued, holding a hand up when he noticed you opening your mouth. “It’s been just over a day and a half since you entered this place,” he added.

‘A day and a half?’ you asked yourself. ‘How could it have been only a day and a half?’

“How?” you whispered. “How has it been only a day and a half?”

Seonghwa must have been waiting for this question.

“Time moves slowly once you enter the sections,” he explained. “Time in there progresses as normal but out here, it slows down. Almost to a crawl.”

You tried to wrap your brain around what he was saying.

“Like… a time vortex?”

Seonghwa nodded. “Exactly,” he replied. “Like a time vortex. You enter a section and time out here almost freezes until you return,” he added.

You looked around as you absorbed his words before an idea popped into your head.

“What about you?”

Seonghwa, who had turned away, turned back to look at you. “What about me?”

You gestured to him. “When time slows down here,” you started. “Does that mean you slow down too?”

A small smirk spread across Seonghwa’s face. ‘Uh-oh.’

“No,” he answered plainly. “I’m not a mortal. I’m not bound to your mortal time constraints. I can move about as freely as if time hadn't slowed down.”

You nodded quickly. “Right,” you answered. “I keep forgetting you aren’t human.”

The smirk on Seonghwa’s face spread. “If you keep forgetting, you’ll come to regret it.”

You looked up quickly to meet his gaze, his eyes flashing the same red color as they had before. There was something inherently dangerous about him but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“We’re wasting time,” Seonghwa said suddenly, turning away from you. “You have two doors left to choose from,” he explained. “Fantasy and adventure,” he continued before turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“Which do you want to visit first?”

Pondering on it for a brief moment, you settled on visiting the fantasy section first, looking up at the glowing purple sign above the door as Seonghwa moved to unlock it. 

Turning the knob, Seonghwa opened the door for you. “Fantasy isn’t all fairytales and happy endings,” he started to say as you walked past him, stopping when he reached out to grab your arm.

You looked up to meet his gaze once more, the red gone and replaced with the usual blackness of his eyes you’d grown accustomed to.

“Fantasy is sometimes just as dark, if not more, dark than horror.”

His words were meant to be a warning but you couldn’t help smiling at him.

“I’ve faced aliens, spider monsters, bloodthirsty advisors, and criminals,” you explained. “I think I can handle what’s in here.”

Seonghwa hesitantly let go of your arm. “Just take care and tread with caution.”

You nodded and continued into the hall, not bothering to turn back as you heard the soft click of the door shutting behind you.

The dark and dusty aisle was lined with the usual wooden shelves full of books and papers as you walked, pulling your flashlight out to turn it on. The light barely illuminated the path before you but as you walked, you noticed the moment the wood started to disappear into damp soil.

‘Another cave?’

Continuing on, you noticed how the shape of the hall had become circular, the walls now packed soil as you kept walking, kicking small rocks and bits of dirt.

You noticed that the floor started sloping upwards and soon, you could see light filtering in where the tunnel seemed to turn upwards, almost like a—

“Is this a burrow?” you asked no one in particular. It seemed to fit the criteria and you suddenly were afraid of what kind of animal lived in this burrow.

Upon reaching the end of the tunnel, you glanced up and noticed the light peeking in from what you could only assume was the opening of the tunnel. You started to climb, grabbing onto roots sticking out of the dirt.

Climbing and clawing your way up the side of the tunnel, you got closer and closer to the opening until you finally pulled yourself out of the opening, blinking in the bright light of the sun filtering through the tops of the trees.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you looked around, noticing that you were in some sort of forest.

Unlike the dense jungle of the Science Fiction section, this was an ancient forest with twisted trees, thick brush that sprung up out of the leaf littered ground. The trees were old with many roots that dug into the ground and disappeared.

Getting up, you glanced back and saw you had crawled out of a gap between the roots at the base of a massive tree with a gnarled and bent trunk. The tree extended up into the sky above you, the branches spreading out to cover the area with a massive canopy of leaves.

Sunlight filtered through the canopy as a breeze caused the leaves to sway and dance. Tearing your gaze away from the treetops, you peered around the area once more, wondering which way you should go.

Deciding it would be best to start forward, you did just that, scrambling over roots, broken branches, and half buried boulders as you looked for any sign of life or the key.

Continuing on your way, you came across a deep cut in the forest floor where a river raged a good 20 feet below. Glancing back and forth, you noticed a massive fallen log serving as a natural bridge and made your way over to it. The center of the log had been hollowed out, creating almost a covered bridge.

Each step took you further and further from the rabbit hole you’d emerged from and deeper into the thick forest.

As you walked, you could hear the sound of nature all around you. Bird song and the sound of bugs. Even the deep croak of frogs could be heard as you stumbled along. As you looked around instead of ahead, the toe of your boot caught on a stone and you tripped, stumbling into a tree trunk which you used to steady yourself and find your footing again.

“Way to go, grace,” you mumbled to yourself. “Walk much?”

Looking down, you noticed your clothes were covered in dirt, no doubt from the climb up the tunnel and you quickly brushed yourself off.

Once you were satisfied you’d knocked most of the dirt loose, you continued down an unmarked path, a strong breeze blowing overhead, the branches swaying and creaking above you as you stopped to look up.

The air seemed to change and even some of the sounds of the forest ceased. ‘Oh god,’ you said to yourself. ‘Not again.’

As you came to a halt, you listened closely for the sound of anything you hadn’t heard before. Hearing nothing, you decided to continue on but stopped once again when you heard a loud snap followed by a light thundering sound.

Looking up, you jumped back just in time as a dark shape dropped from a tree above you, landing on the ground before you and standing straight up. Your eyes widened as you looked at the figure, which was joined by two more, surrounding you on three sides, trapping you.

Your heart hammered as you looked around at them, taking in their features. Stoic expressions, unparalleled beauty and… wait, are those pointed ears?

‘Are they… elves?’

Your question was answered when one of the figures turned his head to speak to the person next to him, showcasing his pointed ears. ‘Yep. That’s an elf alright.’

You watched as they spoke amongst themselves in a language you couldn’t pick up. It was unlike anything you’d heard but at the same time, it sounded very familiar. ‘Is that elvish?’

You watched in awe as they spoke with one another before one of the elves turned to look at you. The elves before you were all beautiful of course, but there was something about this elf in particular that seemed to take your breath away.

He was more beautiful than the others. He had silky black hair that fell in soft waves, barely reaching his shoulders. His eyes were dark brown and despite the piercing stare he gave you, his eyes were soft.

“Who are you?” A different elf, one with blond locks, asked suddenly. You were surprised as you shifted your attention to look at him. “I’m just passing through,” you answered. “I got lost in this forest.”

One of the elves, a brunet with long straight hair, exchanged glances with the blond but the one with black hair kept his eyes on you. “We should just get rid of her,” the blond said softly but still loud enough for you to hear.

‘Get rid of me?’

The brunet shook his head. “Can we even do that without orders?” The blond shrugged his shoulders. “Who cares? She’s just a dumb mortal.”

The raven haired elf finally spoke up and you could have sworn you died and went to heaven. He sounded like an angel.

“No,” he replied softly. “We must take her back.”

The blond groaned, clearly annoyed. “You’re such a killjoy, Yeosang.”

You watched as the whispered amongst themselves before finally turning to look at you. “Can you walk?” the one named Yeosang asked. You nodded silently. “Oh great, she’s mute,” the blond said, rolling his eyes. You furrowed your brow.

“I am not mute,” you snapped back, surprising both the blond and brunet elves.

Yeosang smiled. “That will teach you to rush to conclusions Paeral,” he said, a hint of amusement to his voice. The blond looked annoyed but said nothing. “Since you insist we must take her back, we better get going.”

Yeosang nodded as the other two elves started walking ahead. Yeosang escorted you as more elves brought up the rear. “What is your name?” Yeosang asked as you were led to a stone pathway.

“Y/N,” you replied, scrambling over a massive root and following the path behind the brunet elf. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” Yeosang said as he followed closely behind you. “I am Yeosang.”

The walk to the elves home didn’t take long and you were surprised by how close to their kingdom you had been before. Yeosang stayed behind you the entire time, more than once reaching out to steady you as you lost your footing on the uneven path.

“You are not the most graceful,” he noted with a chuckle as he helped you stand once more after you tripped over a stone path piece. You shook your head. “Normally I’m not this clumsy,” you replied. “I swear.”

The walk led you to a large wall made of trees and thick shrubs, standing at least 10 feet tall. A gateway in the trees opened up and you were escorted inside, your head turning every which way to try and see everything you could.

The gates were closed behind and you were suddenly left feeling nervous about your surroundings. You’d been brought to a man of power before though that had been a lord and not a king.

The blond and brunet elves led the way to the base of a thick tree where a spiral staircase began, winding around the trunk of the tree and climbing up. You followed them up, Yeosang bringing up the rear as you climbed higher and higher into the treetops.

The stairs finally stopped, a wooden landing that connected to a wooden rope bridge and led to another walkway. You looked around as you walked, noticing how there was an entire community of wooden walkways and what looked to be treehouses in the canopy.

You continued on, walking from walkway to walkway until you were being led to the largest treehouse, looking up at it with a mixture of apprehension and fear. Inside, you barely had time to adjust to the low lighting and register the interior before you were being led to a pair of elves who sat in ornately carved wooden chairs which you correctly assumed were thrones.

The King and Queen watched you with mild curiosity as the elves leading you knelt down, showing their respect. Feeling like you were sticking out, you bowed quickly, not entirely sure how you were supposed to act.

The bow must have been well received because the king began asking you all sorts of questions, ranging from asking your name and where you came from to how you found yourself in the forest.

You tried to explain everything to the best of your ability without sounding completely insane, opting to leave out the Library of Illusion altogether. Whether or not the King and Queen bought your story was another thing entirely.

“It’s an incredible story to be certain,” the King said, turning his head to look at his Queen who said nothing, merely nodding her head. “Incredible indeed,” she added. “And I don’t believe she is a spy.”

You relaxed slightly, glad they didn’t see you as a spy or a threat. “Still, to be safe, she will be imprisoned for the time being.”

‘Well shit.’

True to their word, the King and Queen had you imprisoned in one of the many treehouse cells. The brunet elf, who you learned was named Falenas, was assigned to keep watch over your cell.

After being led from the King and Queen’s treehouse, you noticed that far below you in the lower treehouses, as well as on the forest floor, a party seemed to be taking place. It took some convincing but finally, you got it out of Falenas.

You sat on the edge of the bed, head in your hands when you heard a voice and looked up.

Through the bars of your cell, which was really just a single room treehouse far from the others, you could see Yeosang speaking to Falenas. After speaking for a small moment, the brunet looked back at you through the bars before turning back to Yeosang and nodded.

You watched as he took off and disappeared while Yeosang take his place.

‘What is happening?’

You got up slowly and walked over to the door. Taking the wooden bars in your hands you leaned against the door and peered out to see Yeosang now sitting in the seat previously occupied by Falenas.

You let out a heavy sigh, drawing his attention. “What are you doing here?” you asked softly, looking at him. “I let him go join the feast,” Yeosang answered softly, turning back to what he was working on when you interrupted him.

“Don’t you want to join the festivities?”

You heard him scoff. “No,” he answered. “I don’t really care for parties.”

You watched him as he stood still, looking away from your door. “Parties aren’t that bad,” you murmured. Yeosang glanced back at you. “I find them dull,” he explained. “An excuse to get drunk and make a fool of oneself.”

You snorted, shaking your head.

Yeosang turned to look back at you. “What’s so funny?”

You looked up, meeting his gaze. “Have you ever been to a party?”

He nodded, looking mildly confused. “You must just be boring,” you said with a shrug. Yeosang scowled. “I am not boring,” he answered. You raised a brow at him. “Not boring, huh?” you asked, leaning against the door, pressing your chest against the bars.

You noticed the way Yeosang’s eyes darted down to look at your chest before back up to your eyes. Had you blinked, you would have missed it.

But you didn’t. ‘Interesting.’

“Can you prove it?”

Your question must have caught him off guard because he blinked at you expressionlessly. “Prove what?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “Prove you aren’t boring,” you replied. “Pay attention, Yeosang,” you added playfully.

His cheeks turned a soft pink and he turned to look away again. “I have no reason to prove anything to you.”

You sighed heavily. “See? Booorrring~,” you retorted, pretending to yawn. Yeosang looked back at you. “How am I supposed to prove I’m not boring?” he asked, turning to face you, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the outside of your cell.

“Do something unexpected,” you answered. “Something you’d never normally do.” Yeosang watched you, eyes narrowing as he contemplated his options.

He was right, he really had no reason to prove anything to you. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. He could just ignore you until the end of time.

Then why did he feel so compelled to prove you wrong? Why did he feel the need to show you he wasn’t boring in the slightest. ‘I can have fun if I want,’ he thought to himself. Eyeing you, Yeosang sighed, pushing himself up from the wall of the cell and pulled the keys from his pocket.

“Get back,” he ordered, taking enjoyment in the shocked look on your face at the sudden gruffness of his voice. “Yes, sir,” you said softly, stepping back a few paces and watching as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

“Uh, I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here,” you said, fighting the urge to smirk as Yeosang looked at you. “They won’t care,” he answered, shutting the door and hanging the keys by the door. “Just don’t make a dash for the door. I’m putting a lot of trust in you right now.”

Sitting down, you leaned back against the mattress as he walked over. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” you whispered as the raven-haired elf slowly climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. “I sense you’re being sarcastic,” he said softly. You shook your head.

“No,” you replied. “I’m really not.” Not giving him a chance to reply, you reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulled him down, pressing your lips against his. Almost as soon as his lips met yours, his hands were on your body, pulling at your clothes gently.

Your back hit the mattress as he kneeled between your thighs.

“What is this?” he asked, inspecting your shorts. You propped yourself up on your elbows. He was running his thumb over the metal of your zipper. “It’s a zipper,” you explained, causing him to look up at you. “A what?”

“A zipper,” you repeated. “We call it that ‘cause it makes a sound like ‘zip’ when you tug the little pull up or down,” you explained, showing him the little metal zipper pull.

Yeosang leaned over you, forcing you back as his hands made quick work of your shorts, undoing the button and zipper. “For never having seen a zipper before,” you said breathlessly as his lips moved down the side of your neck. “You sure seem to know how they work.”

Yeosang snorted but continued to kiss and nip at the skin of your throat.

His hands pushed your shorts down, groaning when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath. “Is it customary for your people to not wear undergarments?” he asked, one hand moving up the inside of your thigh.

“I just forgot them,” you breathed. “Normally I wear them though.”

Yeosang smiled as he moved back to kiss you, lips hovering inches from yours.

“Lucky me,” he murmured before taking you in a messy, rough kiss.

You let out a whimper as you felt his fingers find your clit with expert precision, drawing slow but hard circles against the nub. “Spread your legs,” he mumbled against your lips.

You did as he instructed, spreading your thighs further apart. “And keep them there,” he added in a deep, gruff voice, fingers moving down to tease your entrance. Your hips chased his fingers as he pulled them away.

“Patience,” he muttered when you whined in protest. His fingers were back on your clit, dragging out slow, torturous motions as he watched your face, brow furrowing and your bottom lip being pulled between your teeth.

“There’s no one around us,” he whispered, tips of his fingers dancing back down to your entrance, spreading your wetness. “Let me hear you,” he added.

You let out a long sigh as his fingers sank into your aching core, exploring your velvety walls and curling against the soft gummy spot that had your back arching with each pull.

“That’s it,” he murmured when you let out a moan. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Another curl of his fingers had you moaning wantonly, desperate for him to move faster. The slow curling and rubbing was driving you insane. “Faster,” you begged, one hand moving down to grab his hand, your fingers encasing his wrist. “Please move faster.”

Yeosang chuckled in your ear. “Faster? You’re so impatient,” he mumbled, lips brushing against the lobe of your ear. “You want me to draw this out or stop?”

Your eyes shot open. “No, don’t stop!” you protested. Yeosang smirked at your reaction. “Then don’t rush me, Y/N.”

He continued to tease you with torturously slow drags inside your walls, curling his fingers slowly just to watch the way your lips parted as you begged him for more. “The more I tease you,” he said in a husky voice. “The wetter you get.”

“Yeosang, please,” you whimpered, unshed tears sparkling in your eyes.

“It hurts.”

His fingers stilled inside you. “It hurts?” he asked. “I’ve hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No,” you whimpered. “I just need to cum. The pressure,” you explained. “S’too much.”

Without warning, Yeosang’s fingers moved inside you, curling against that same gummy spot with a renewed vigor. The overwhelming intensity of the change in pace caused the previously unshed tears to spill, rolling down your temples.

“Fuck!” you gasped, grabbing his wrist as his fingers worked your cunt open with ferocity. “Since you’re so impatient,” he chuckled, stopping to scissor his fingers inside your wet walls. “I’ll just have to skip oral. When you whine about not getting any, remember that you asked for this.”

You didn’t care at this point. You just wanted his cock inside you. You wanted the tension to snap and for release. You’d been begging for it and he was finally going to give in to your pleas.

Yeosang was quick to rid you of the rest of your clothes, undoing the buttons of your blouse and pushing it off you and throwing it to the ground. “Take this off,” he ordered, tugging on the strap of your bra.

You were quick to do so as he pulled on the fastenings of his own clothes, shrugging off the jacket he wore and causing you to freeze. Whatever you had expected under his clothes was certainly not this.

The guy looked like he was very slender and maybe slightly toned under his clothes but what sat before you now was an extremely toned body, throwing your completely off guard as Yeosang's hands moved to undo the ties of his pants.

He looked up, noticing your frozen posture and glanced down before looking back up. “What?” he asked. “Something wrong?”

You shook your head and quickly rid yourself of your bra as he finally undid the last fastening of his pants and let them drop to the floor. Your eyes wandered of their own accord, taking in his physique. He looked incredible before the clothes came off but afterwards, you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, your fingers brushing against his toned stomach.

“You…” you trailed off, missing the amused smile on his face. “You’re like… jacked, holy shit,” you whispered. Yeosang tilted his head curiously. “What’s jacked?” You glanced up from your position to meet his gaze.

“It’s like saying someone is ripped,” you explained. You watched as his head tilted in the opposite direction, almost like a puppy which would have been humorous had you not been aching to have his cock inside you.

“Muscular,” you finally answered, eyes glancing down to his cock. You had to resist the urge to groan from the sight alone. It wasn’t the largest you’d taken but it was still an impressive size and girth. Your hand moved from his stomach, fingers wrapping around the shaft carefully.

Yeosang’s eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in a soft gasp as you started working your hand along his length. You pulled your hand back before spitting into it and resuming the same stroking motions, watching his face.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured, a smirk forming on your face. “You were so eager to have your cock inside me before,” you continued, slowing your hand and watching the way his chest heaved with each labored breath.

“What happened?”

Something snapped inside Yeosang. One second he was completely at your mercy the next he had you on your back, thighs spread as he kneeled between them, taking his cock in his hand and guiding the tip to your waiting core.

“I’ll make you regret those words,” he said in a low voice, looking up from where your bodies were about to meet to lock you in a heated gaze. “We’ll see,” you retorted, a smirk still on your face.

Yeosang held your gaze as he slowly sank his cock into your wet cunt. You broke first, eyes rolling back as he sank his entire length into you, your walls fluttering as they hugged him in.

“Holy shit,” you gasped, feeling his cock deep inside.

“You should probably hold on,” Yeosang said, his voice slightly strained. You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Why?” His expression morphed into a smirk.

“Once I start,” he began, pulling back to give you a shallow thrust. The feeling of his cock dragging against your walls slowly had your toes curling. “I won’t stop until we’ve both cum.”

Without another word or warning, Yeosang pushed your thighs against your stomach, rolling his hips and setting a heavy, relentless pace. Each thrust had his cock brushing against your sweet spot, the same spot he’d mercilessly teased earlier while fingering you.

It was clear he knew what he was doing, angling his thrusts for that spot specifically. “Holy shit, Yeosang!” you moaned, back arching as your first orgasm approached. The tension that had been building up to this moment finally came crashing down as you came with a loud moan, walls fluttering around the elf’s cock. He simply smirked down at you as he fucked you through your high.

You finally opened your eyes, breath shuddering as you made eye contact.

“I told you to hold on, Y/N,” he said. “You’re in for a long night.”

He somehow managed to pull more orgasms out of you, leaving you breathless and weak as he rolled you onto your back. “I’m so tired,” you whimpered. Yeosang leaned over your back, pressing soft kisses to your cheek. “Do you want to stop, love?”

You shook your head. “You haven’t cum yet,” you answered. Yeosang chuckled lightly, pressing a couple more kisses to your cheek before moving to kneel between your spread thighs.

“Lift your hips for me, angel,” he said softly. You shakily pushed yourself up enough for Yeosang to shove something soft under your stomach and prop your ass up. “This should be more comfortable,” he murmured as he scooted closer.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he added as he ran his hands over your ass and up to grab your hips. “Okay,” you breathed as you felt the head of his cock push into you, making you groan. “Just lie still for me, princess,” he murmured, taking your hips in his hands.

He resumed the same relentless and unforgiving pace from before, making you wonder where his stamina and self control came from. From behind, his cock dove even deeper than before. Your fingers curled into the sheets, burying your face in the linens as Yeosang pounded into you from behind.

Your moans and whimpers were muffled, allowing you to hear Yeosang’s groans and grunts. “Feels so good,” you heard him groan. “I could fuck you all night.”

You cried out as he thrusted a little harder. “Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “There’s no one around us.” You raised your head slightly, moans slipping out with each thrust, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the hut.

Your walls clenched around him as you came again with a keen, toes curling and fingers digging into the sheets. He didn’t stop, continuing to fuck you through it. “Y-Yeosang,” you sobbed, tears starting to spill from your eyes.

“Does it feel good?” Yeosang asked, voice breathless as he slowed his thrusts to rolls. You nodded, whimpering with each roll. “S-so good!” you moaned. “You gonna cum for me again?” Yeosang asked as you tried to shy away from his strokes, overstimulation taking a hold.

“I c-can’t Y-Yeosang,” you whined. “S’too much.”

Yeosang let out a little huff. “Do you want to stop?”

You shook your head again. “Don’t stop!”

Taking your confirmation, Yeosang resumed thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp and cry out. Your moans turned into screams of pleasure, tears still falling down your face. “Fuck, shit, oh god,” you cursed as another orgasm crashed over you, your thighs shaking as your walls squeezed and hugged Yeosang’s cock.

“That’s it,” you heard him grunt. “Keep doing that, baby.”

If you had been counting, you would have realized you reached a threshold of orgasms. Yeosang had given you sixteen orgasms, which was more than the previous guardians combined.

It wasn’t until you were crying, tears streaming down your face and screaming that he delivered your final orgasm before finally giving in to his own pleasure and chasing his high, cumming on your swollen pussy.

You whimpered as he used two fingers to push some of his cum inside your walls ‘for safe keeping’ he jokingly said. You tried to move but found your legs wouldn’t respond. Yeosang noticed and immediately reached around to lift your hips and pull the cushion out from under you, tossing it aside and lowering you to the bed.

You whined, wanting to roll onto your back but found you had no strength.

Yeosang heard your whines and chuckled softly. “Here,” he whispered. “Let me help.”

He rolled you carefully onto your back. “You need to sleep,” he whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I can’t sleep,” you murmured. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?” Yeosang contemplated for a moment before giving in.

“I will stay.”

You passed out not long after and woke up to find you weren’t the only one asleep. Sometime after you passed out, Yeosang had cleaned you up and put your clothes back on and had also managed to dress himself.

You looked around, eyes landing on his ring of keys hanging by the door. ‘Perfect,’ you thought to yourself as you carefully got up, glancing back to make sure Yeosang was still asleep. He was fast asleep, looking so peaceful and serene that you almost felt bad for leaving.

Almost.

Tiptoeing over, you took the keys off the wall as quietly as you could. Your eyes caught a glimpse of something that stood out on the ring and you smiled, realizing that Yeosang was indeed the Guardian as he carried the special key with an insignia for the fantasy section.

You removed the key and used the cell key to let yourself out. Closing the door, you reached in between the bars to hang it back up, glancing back to make sure the coast was clear.

Before you could withdraw your hand, a set of fingers closed around your wrist, making you jump and turn back to the door. Yeosang had a hold of your wrist, glaring at you. “What are you doing?” he hissed as you tried to pull free.

“I have to get back to my world,” you whispered. “I came for this,” you added, holding up the key. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed upon looking at the key in your hands. “That’s why you seduced me?” You looked up at him.

“I did not seduce you,” you replied. “You flirted with me and came into my cell. Just because I wanted it doesn’t mean I seduced you,” you added.

“If anything, you seduced me.”

Yeosang opened his mouth to retort but froze, realization dawning on his face.

“You’re right,” he finally said. He slowly let go of your wrist. “If you’re going to get out of here,” he added. “I’ll take you.” You nodded, watching as he pulled the keys down and let himself out.

“Where do you need to go?”

You wracked your brain before remembering the tunnel. “Do you know the giant tree with the burrow in the base?”

Yeosang nodded. “We call that Wyrm Burrow,” he explained. “That’s where you need to go?” You nodded. “That’s where I came from,” you answered.

The look on Yeosang’s face was a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “If I had more time, I’d explain,” you said, taking his hand. “But I really don’t have the time. If I don’t get back to my own world, I may never get home.”

Yeosang nodded, taking a firm hold on your hand and dragged you away from the hut, taking a different path than the one you were led in. “There’s a back way out of the village,” he explained as you peered over the railing to the forest floor where the celebration you’d heard earlier was raging on.

Yeosang led you to a set of stairs that spiraled down a tree, keeping a firm hold on your hand as you reached the base of the steps. You watched as he looked around before hurrying to hide behind a tree, dragging you with him.

You made your way from tree to tree until you reached the back wall separating the village from the forest around it. Yeosang pulled back a hidden door, pushing you towards it.

“Follow this path. When you reach the fork, go right. Then when you see the deer statue, turn left off the path and walk straight back. You’ll find the Burrow,” he whispered. “I cannot come with you. I have to cover for you.”

You took his hand as he looked away before looking back to meet your gaze.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

Yeosang grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

“If I had my way, I’d never let you leave,” he said after pulling back, handing you a small light. “Now go!”

He gave you a little shove before the hidden door fell into place, leaving you standing in the dark forest.

Despite the feeling in your stomach, you forced yourself to follow his directions, taking the path and keeping to the walkway until you finally reached the fork in the path like he said. Taking the right path, you continued, keeping your eye out for the statue he mentioned.

It took several minutes but you finally spotted it and turned to the left. The wood was dark, a light mist settling over the ground. ‘No turning back now.’

You started into the thicket, climbing over fallen trees and thick roots that twisted like snakes and disappeared into the dirt.

Leaves and twigs crunched under your feet as you walked, following the straight path you’d set on until the big tree finally came into view. “Finally,” you wheezed as you sped up, clambering over the logs and stones until you reached the base of the thick, gnarled trunk.

The hole at the base was dark and uninviting as you peered in, using the light to look around. As carefully as you could, you lowered yourself into it and slid to the bottom of the tunnel with a mild scream.

Once at the bottom, you got up, dusting yourself off and started the long trek back to the door. As you walked, you could hear a ringing in the distance and turned around to look behind you. As far as you could see, the tunnel was empty but the light only allowed you to look back so far.

You continued on, pressing forward and ignoring the piercing ringing in your ears.

‘Probably just the silence,’ you figured.

At least until you heard the rumbling shift and the ground beneath your feet shook. You tried to keep your balance as a mini quake shook the tunnel, dirt falling from the ceiling. “Okay,” you murmured as the quake subsided and you steadied yourself.

“Time to go!”

You hurried as fast as you could, not wanting to run and risk a cave in. As you walked, the soft thump of your feet on the dirt turned into a thud as you stepped into the wooden floor and you breathed a sigh of relief.

It only took a couple more minutes to reach the door and before you could open it, it opened before you. Seonghwa pulled you through the door, dragging you out of the tunnel and pushing you aside before slamming the door.

When he dragged you into the room, you’d lost your balance and fallen to your knees, the key falling from your hand and clattering across the stone floor.

“What is your problem!?” you shouted as you looked up at him. Seonghwa turned to look down at you, mildly surprised you were shouting at him.

“What’s my problem?” he asked. “Did you not see that thing following you?”

He held up a hand to silence you before you could speak. “No, don’t answer that,” he said suddenly. “Obviously you didn’t see it,” he continued, stepping over you and kneeling down to pick up the key. “If you had, I wouldn’t have needed to rescue you.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the door, the illuminated sign now off. You looked back to Seonghwa as he inspected the key before turning to look at you. He stood up straight and walked over, stopping just before you.

“Here,” he said softly, offering his hand. You looked up at him before taking it. He pulled you to your feet easily. “Are you alright?”

You nodded silently. “Good,” Seonghwa said, turning away and climbing the steps up to the desk where he placed the key next to the others, leaving one empty space.

You turned your head to look at the last Guardian door before you could finally access the restricted section and be free from the Library.

“I think I don’t need to ask where you want to go next,” Seonghwa said as he watched you walk over to the door.

You turned back as he walked over, pulling out the keys and unlocking the door.

“The final Guardian,” he said, hesitating. “Are you sure about this?”

You nodded, looking up to meet his gaze.

“Just open the door.”

[muzansfangs]

What about some hc of Aizen as a dad of a girl? Maybe a human au?

Aizen as a father of a little girl.

Starring: Aizen Sosuke x f!reader; Aizen Sosuke x f!child;

Format: head canons;

Warnings: fluff, mention to unprotected sex, parenthood, modern au, pregnacy, married couple dynamics, overprotective Aizen;

Plot: how would Aizen take care of your child? How does he act around her? Is he a strict parent? Does he spoil his child the same way he spoils you, his wife? How did he treat you during the pregnacy?

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• It all started when he came back from work on a rainy monday evening. You had been feeling sick, as of late. The persistent nausea and your mood swings were absolutely driving you mad. He had never left your side, not even when you woke up in the middle of the night and dashed to the bathroom to puke in the toilet. He was there, drawing soothing circles on your back, helping you to clean up and wash your teeth. He was kind of worried at first, but he was not exactly aloof from taking the hints of what was happening. He had figured it out after the first days, while holding you in his arms, as you rested peacefully. You were pregnant for sure. How could you not be, when you indulged into steamy activities without protection?

• When you had showed him a pregnacy test signaling that you were indeed pregnant, Aizen Sosuke grinned. You two had made it. You were the mother of his child.

• He took so much care of you. You had always been his soft spot, his weakness, but he became a little overprotective of you. He was not even ashamed of showing affection for you in front of yours hosts, or your family, or during social events. You and the small creature in your womb were his priority. Breakfast in bed, cuddles, midnight drives to the grocery stores or fastfood to make sure your cravings were always satisfied and kisses on your belly were such a treat coming from him.

• “Rest, love. I will take care of it” had become his favorite thing to say, when your stomach grew round. You were treated like a porcelain doll between the seventh and ninth month of pregnacy. It had to be expected, even from someone as stoic and cunning and Aizen Sosuke himself.

• The moment you gave birth, the second a nurse nestled a small little girl in his arms, he saw you in her. His heart throbbed as he delicately held her in his arms. It was such an unrealistic sight to see him in a suit, his hair disheveled, necktie loosened, as he let the newborn girl grip his index. A small smile tugged on his lips as he sat next to you and kissed your forehead. He was going to take care of you two.

• Albeit it was actually stressful getting used to the baby rhythm at first, he did not mind being the one to stand up in the middle of the night to check on your daughter and bring her to you for letting you feed her. As you did that, droopy eyes softening while the tiny girl drank her milk, Sosuke let you rest your back against his chest and made sure you did not fall asleep.

• The little girl easily became his pride and joy. He showed her off, wherever you two decided to go, or when you dropped by his office with your daughter.

• “She’s going to lead this Company one day. Get used to it” Sosuke half-joked, hinting at the small baby in your arms.

• “Of course she’s beautiful. She looks like her mother” he whispered, when someone praised the baby’s beauty. Your heart flattered.

• When the girl grew up, Sosuke made sure she attended the best schools in town. Paying for her studies, even buying her the best clothes from luxurious brands, ending up spoiling her, was part of his plan. She deserved the best after all.

• But while he was glad she attended a ballet school and piano, or violin lessons, Sosuke had a thing for fencing. Therefore, he made sure to teach her how to wield a sword.

• “Mommy, dad taught me something today! Did he ever tell you what to do when an enemy is down?” your daughter once told you, as you were making dinner. You were tired from a long day of work too and he was on a phone call in the living room.

• Quirking your eyebrows up and shrugging, you glanced down at her with a curious smile “No, baby, what did he teach you? I’m sure he told you to help them up, right?” you casually said, grasping a cutting board from the counter. Her answer made you choke.

• “No! He told me to kick them twice in the guts!” she chimed happily, before running back to her bedroom to play. Oh, you needed to have a small talk with your dear husband.

• “Sosuke Aizen, come here!”.

• He tried to obviously make it up to you in bed that night, silently showering you in affection as he whispered in your ear how beautiful you were and that maybe it was time you two made a brother or a sister to your daughter.

• He was protective of her, always watching over her as a guardian more than a father, and when you two accompanied her to a birthday party of her classmate, Sosuke almost fainted at the sight of the birthday boy kissing her cheek. His grip on your hand tightened and you could not help yourself but chuckle.

• The day she introduced you two to her first boyfriend, Sosuke stared deep into his eyes. While you were talking to your now seventeen years old girl in the kitchen, and her boyfriend was alone in the living room with Sosuke, he seraphically smiled at him.

• “Break her heart and I’ll break your legs” he chortled, making the boy stiffen and chuckle softly. But, deep down, you knew he meant every word he had said

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! If I told you I did not have fun writing this, I would be a liar. Lmfao, I love the concept of dad Aizen. Let me know what you think about it! Likes, comments and re-posts are appreciated.

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @aizenwifey @stygianoir @electronicwitchcollection

[talesfromawannabejournalist]

Modern Family au

despite what the title says, no it won't be anything like the TV show

basically, this is a modern human au that while similar to my high school AU can be read separately

. Basically, Adam and Lucifer are a married couple that live in California and are parents to two little boys and have a little girl on the way

. Cain is eight while his brother is 5, both parents are 28

. in this Lucifer is a toy maker with his own store and is trying his best with a, at the moment, small company that he runs with his brother and co-founder Mammon, they specialize in making duck and apple related toys

. as for Adam he works as a correctional officer at this maximum prison/mental hospital that is used to hold incredibly dangerous inmates

. his aunt helped get him the job (yes I was inspired by Rius-cave don’t you dare judge me!) the prison is co Ed one side is for female Betas and omegas and the other is the alphas and male betas, Adam works both sides but mainly is tasked with keeping the alphas in check

. and before anyone says anything about this being unrealistic first off it’s fanfiction, second they actually do have female guards with male inmates in prisons

. anyway back to our little family their first born Cain is what we call in the community a happy little accident when the two were still in college and engaged, they had been dating for about a little over a year and Lucifer knew he was the one so he proposed on a private picnic that overlooked their town and right as the sun set Lucifer got down on one knee and proposed

. Adam of course says yes and decides that he was finally ready to give him everything

. in doing so neither realizing that Adam was ovulating which resulted in the conception of Cain in this version

. as for Able he was more or less a last minute thought while Adam was going through his heat and just decided that if he got pregnant then he got pregnant

. their latest one was another unexpected but not unwelcome pregnancy

. They live in an old two story house that they just got, and by got I mean renting, it has a decently sized backyard where Adam likes to plant certain fruits and vegetables, and ok maybe even a few flowers grow there but only because those flowers help keep the bag bugs away! No other reason

. That’s what I have for now I’ll post more on this when I can but for the mean time

[tgmsunmontue]

Can't buy me love 2/3

Hangster, Explicit, ~16k (complete, posting chapter/day)

(Part of the Top Gun AU Bingo - squares for Ranch, Single parent, Billionaire, and semi power-balance).

MANY BELATED THANKS to @nevergettingoverit for the beta and correcting all my typos and the discussion of the word fossick.

Summary: Jake doesn't need help around the ranch, but he's not going to turn down cheap able-bodied labor either. He's not stupid. The fact that Bradley knows nothing about ranching doesn't exactly help his case, but he's a fast learner. PART ONE

On AO3 if you prefer.

                “I’m going to go out dancing this weekend,” Jake states, and his parents know it’s a euphemism for sex. Hell. He’s pretty sure even Ashley realizes now that her occasional enforced sleepovers at her grandparents house are so he can go out and get laid.

                “Sure. Sounds good. Saturday?” His mom asks and he nods. “You going to take Bradley?”

                “Take Bradley where?”

                “Dancing.”

                That euphemism isn’t looking so great now and he rubs at his face. God. He thought he could just leave it.

                “Yeah. I guess I can take him into town with me. Dancing.”

…            …            …

                The others have cleared out, his dad will be by tomorrow morning to take care of the animals, he is as responsibility free as he can get for the next eighteen to twenty-four hours. He still hasn’t mentioned it or invited Bradley, has felt a little awkward around him, because he’s pretty sure if he asked he could get laid without leaving his own damned property. So he leaves it for the last possible moment, not quite late, but definitely after dinner and he’s got a plan in mind to make it clear to Bradley that he’s not interested in sex with him. Even though he is, he shouldn’t.

                He could just leave without talking to him, without inviting him, but he’s already pushing the boundaries of the ingrained Southern hospitality and his mom will definitely figure it out if he doesn’t at least offer to take Bradley with him. He walks into the bunk house, and it’s quiet, but he can see the lights on in the small area just off from the kitchen, where an old sofa sits in front of an equally old television. Bradley is sitting there, legs stretched out along the length of the sofa, book in hand. He’s wearing sweats and a soft looking t-shirt, comfortable clothes. Good. Maybe he’ll be so settled and engrossed he’ll just say no.

                “Hey.”

                “Hi. Everything okay?”

                “Yeah. Everything’s fine. I was going to head out and go dancing. My parents have got Ashley for the night. Um,” he bites his tongue. Cards on the table time. “Dancing here is a euphemism for getting laid.”

                “You seriously think I could go out and get laid right now?” Bradley laughs and Jake frowns.

                “Yeah. Where I’m going you won’t have any problems,” Jake says, and he has to grit his teeth at that, because he doesn’t like the idea of Bradley having sex with someone else, and he tamps down the unrealistic possessiveness. It’s even more inappropriate than wanting to act on the attraction. “Look, if you don’t want to come, that’s fine. But if you do, then I’ve got a couple of… tips, I guess,” Jake mutters. And he pulls out a few different colored handkerchiefs. “Just, put this in your back pocket if you want to pickup tonight. It’s a little sign to let people know you’re… gay and interested and available.”

                “What? You have little signs?”

                “Of course we do. Saves time and stops fights breaking out when you proposition the wrong person.”

                “What if someone puts one in their back pocket just out of habit.”

                “They don’t,” Jake states, voice dry.

                “Do colors have different meanings?”

                “So it’s not just ranching your clueless about, but also a whole section of your own culture.”

                “I’m not Southern. Pretty sure handkerchief codes are not universal.”

                “Nothing is universal, except maybe the human condition. Here. Take an orange one. That’ll cover your bases.”

                “What does orange mean?”

                “That you’re up for anything…”

                “I’m… I’m not up for anything though.”

                “Well, pretty sure you don’t want to advertise you’re up for getting – uh,” his brain flicks through all the possibilities. “You know what. Maybe this is a bad idea.”

                “Yeah. For several reasons,” Bradley says, and he’s standing up, like he’s about to make a grand announcement.

                “Jake. I know you care about your reputation here. You shouldn’t be seen walking into a bar with me if I have a handkerchief of any color in my back pocket. You care about what Ashley will hear. How she’ll be treated. And there’s a big difference between me living at the ranch, and you and I going to some bar or dance together and then coming back to the ranch together. You take a gay man out, and then bring him back home with you, regardless of what happens, they’re going to talk. You don’t want people talking about you, do you?”

                Jake blinks, realizes that there is clearly information that Bradley is missing, because of course he doesn’t know Jake’s dating history, unlike everyone else in the town. Or that Jake is very much used to being the subject of gossip, even when there’s nothing particularly scandalous to be gossiping about.

                “Are you finished?” Jake asks, leaning back against the kitchen table and crossing his arms.

                Bradley nods, and Jake has to admit it’s kind of endearing, that this man is apparently concerned for his reputation. Of what impact he could have on the rumor mill that is Jake’s life. And Ashley’s high school experience. It’s as sweet as it is unnecessary.

                “I’m not in the closet.”

                “What?”

                “I’m not in the closet,” Jake repeats. “I mean, I haven’t had a boyfriend or a girlfriend since Ashley was… eight or nine. But it’s not a secret that I’m bisexual. Unfortunately it’s made a few people think that I’m down for anything and everything, the number of threesomes I’ve been invited to is seriously mind boggling. But you don’t need to worry about my reputation. Not here.”

                “Oh.”

                Jake can’t help grinning at the absolutely shell-shocked expression on Bradley’s face, decides to drop a few more titbits.

                “When I dated again, after Jessica died, it was a guy, and you know what the ladies at church said to me?”

                He watches Bradley’s Adam’s apple bob, his eyes going wide.

                “No. What?”

                “That at least I couldn’t knock him up.”

                “Oh my god.”

                “Of course, there was some fallout, but it’s also ancient history now. Let’s just say my mom rules the church committee with the same iron fist she ruled the PTA when me and my sister were in school.”

                “Anyway, we can go out and you don’t need to worry about besmirching my honor or anything.”

                “That’s not what I was worried about…” Bradley says, and he’s setting his book on the table, stepping toward him and he’s got an intense look on his face.

                “Uh. You just said…”

                “I was under the impression that you were… closeted.”

                “Oh. Nope. Why? Does that change things?”

                “Yeah. Yeah it does…”

                Then Bradley is kissing him, his hands on either side of Jake’s hips, bracketing him in, his body pressing Jake against the ridge of the table edge and he shifts, realizing instantly that the action causes his hips to grind against Bradley’s. This was not what he had intended when he came in here. Not at all.

                “Uh, Bradley, I… We could still go to the dance… you might get a better offer.”

                “Don’t think that’s possible,” Bradley states and Jake’s blood hums in his veins but he has to keep why this is a bad idea at the forefront of his mind and he pushes at Bradley’s chest, although their hips grinding together again doesn’t exactly make the push very effective, his fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt almost reflexively before letting go and reaffixing to the edge of the bench where he firmly tells himself he has to leave them.

                “I’m your boss, we really shouldn’t be, uh, doing this…”

                “Don’t care. You can fire me if you want, then rehire me tomorrow. If it’ll make you feel better.”

                “No… won’t make me feel better.”

                “This will though,” Bradley says, then he’s sinking to his knees and Jake’s mouth drops open, every single word and thought about why this is a terrible idea evaporating like dawn mist as soon as the sun hits it. Bradley pauses for the briefest of moments, his eyes locked on Jake’s face and then his hand is there, running over Jake’s cock through the denim and the groan he lets out is low. It’s been too fucking long since he’s had this.

                “You don’t need to…”

                “And if I want to?”

                Jake’s never been great at denying people what they want, and his last thread of self-restraint snaps in his mind, lets him just focus on enjoying Bradley’s hands and fingers and mouth. His jeans and underwear are tugged down and he prays that no one decides to come back early. Then the warm wet heat of Bradley’s mouth closes around the head of his cock, hand moving on the shaft and cupping his balls and his entire body shivers at the sensation. He throws his head back and lets his hips rock slightly, chasing the need to move while also being mindful that he doesn’t exactly want to fuck Bradley’s face.

                It’s quiet, he can hear his own breath coming in gasps, the wet sounds of sucking accompanied by little moans and grunts and he glances down the length of his body. He doesn’t expect to find Bradley staring up at him, eyes dark with arousal, lips dark pink and swollen where they’re stretched around him and he uncurls his fingers from the corner of the bench to brush over the top of Bradley’s head, feather soft, feels the vibration of Bradley humming and does it again, a little firmer, gets another little hum and he moans.

                “You feel so good…”

                “So do you. You can pull my hair, be a little rough. I don’t mind,” Bradley says, his breath ghosting cool air over his cock as he talks and then he’s lapping him again and then it’s his mouth, hot and tight again and Jake lets his fingers weave into his hair and tug a little, grinds his hips a little more forcefully and then he feels an answering groan in the stronger vibrations and it’s like a feedback loop of sensation.

                He lets himself just focus on how good it feels, loses himself to the sensation of skin on skin, the building pleasure and heat, thinks, hopes, that Bradley is enjoying it as much as Jake is. He’ll reciprocate as soon as possible, and it’s that thought, the idea of getting his mouth on Bradley’s cock that has him coming and he doesn’t have the wherewithal to give any sort of warning and he opens his eyes to find Bradley looking glassy-eyed and he pulls him to his feet, licks into Bradley’s mouth, kisses him deep and filthy.

                “Close, close, so close…” Bradley chants, and his hands are scrambling at his own pants, shoving them down and Jake is suddenly so grateful for sweat pants. He curls his hand around Bradley’s cock, shoves a leg between Bradley’s thighs, knows they’re not young enough to just grind each other against each other until they come. It’s probably called something different now. He strokes faster, rolls his body against Bradley’s, can feel how his whole body is thrumming tight against Jake’s.

                “What do you need?”

                “Oh god…” Bradley gasps, his body trembling and Jake’s going to take that as a good sign.

                “Come on, come on, don’t hold back… want to see you. Feel you.”

                Bradley lets out a little broken sound at that and Jake feels his entire body go tense and then shudder and shake as he comes, hot come spilling over his hand and he takes in a slow breath in a likely useless to calm his racing heart. He doesn’t move, just hold Bradley close and lets them have a few moments to just settle.

                “Okay. Okay,” Jake says, his mouth so close to Bradley’s neck he can feel the tickle of fine hairs as he talks. “So… that happened.”

                “Yep. Sure did.”

                “Um. You still want to go dancing?”

                “Yeah. I do. Need to get changed first though.”

                “You’re not the only one.”

…            …            …

                He accepts the kiss on the cheek from Michelle, spins her out onto the dance floor, spends a good three songs dancing with her, chatting and catching up before he returns her safely back to the bar, their will-they, won’t-they act done for the evening just to keep the local gossips speculating, although the fact is he’s pretty confident he’s going to be leaving with the same person he arrived with and he throws a wink across the room to where Bradley is watching him with hooded eyes. He can feel Bradley’s eyes on him and he hasn’t felt this powerful in a long time, having someone’s undivided attention.

                Something he hasn’t mentioned to Bradley, and likely never will, is the fallout of him dating the son of another entrenched family. Between them and his own family it had made quite a stir. It hadn’t been pleasant by any stretch of the imagination, however it had forced the bigots behind closed doors, or even out of town. It hadn’t been as easy as he had maybe implied, but he’d still had more supporters than he had people who’d ignore his mere existence. The fact that Ashley’s family is yet another means most people keep their less savory opinions to themselves.

                “Dance with me?” Jake asks him, his hand out and Bradley looks at it, an eyebrow raised.

                “You sure?”

                To use a metaphor he hates, that horse has already bolted, and the gate is hanging off its hinges. They arrived together, they’re going to leave together, dancing together might get a few eyerolls but it’s not going to set tongues wagging any more than they already will be.

                “Yeah, come here and let me teach you some line dancing.”

                Like showing Bradley how to augur, fence and collect eggs, he picks it up quickly and starts following Jake’s lead, the smile on his face contagious and Jake is enjoying himself more than usual, although he’d also credit his orgasm earlier to assisting with his good mood. They dance for nearly two hours, and Bradley accepts invitations to dance from several others, but Jake doesn’t miss that his eyes always find him.

                “Come on Jake, take me home…”

                He nods once, all thoughts of trying to put up any argument gone, because he wants.

…            …            …

                The ride home is quiet, he has the radio on low and Bradley’s hand is resting on his thigh, as if he needs to somehow remind Jake that he’s there, anchoring him. He throws his truck into park and turns the key, his leg feels cold when Bradley lifts his hand away. He starts walking toward his front door, which is a little unsettling, because he’s never brought anyone home before. But it’s not like he was going to take Bradley to a motel. And he sure as hell isn’t having sex in the bunk rooms, he isn’t a fucking teenager anymore. He turns to make sure Bradley is following only to find him standing and watching and he takes a few quick steps toward him, reaches for his hand and links their fingers.

                “Come on, want you in my bed…” he states, the feeling of being adrift ebbing away as he starts to feel more certain about wanting Bradley exactly where he just said.

                “You sure?”

                “Stop asking me if I’m sure. I’m sure.”

                “I don’t want you to have regrets.”

                Jake is pretty sure that’s impossible, but he’s glad Bradley at least feels that way. He steps back toward his house, and this time Bradley follows, his fingers tightening around Jake’s briefly as they walk. He unlocks the door and toes off his boots, Bradley following his lead and he watches him in the dimmed-light of the few lamps that he keeps on through the night near the kitchen. They don’t speak as he leads Bradley upstairs to his bedroom, a part of the house that Bradley’s never been into. His bedroom isn’t the tidiest, hadn’t expected to be bringing anyone back. Never has before, not here. Though he’s glad he has plenty of condoms and lube, wants to get to use it.

                “Just make yourself comfortable, I’m just going to go grab some stuff,” Jake says, and he’s a little sad that he doesn’t get to undress him, but maybe a little space is a good thing right now. He quickly throws back a quick drink of water, licks his lips before grabbing the things they’ll likely need. Because this is in a bed, his bed, and he has time and there’s no need to rush.

                He steps back into his bedroom and Bradley is not quite undressed but he’s barefoot, jeans undone and hanging low on his hips. His shirt is on the floor, as is the white singlet he had been wearing underneath. Jake’s seen him shirtless before, working out on the ranch. But he’s never been in a position where he’s soon going to be touching and tasting and he dumps the contents in his hands on the bedside table, knocking over what’s there, but he can’t bring himself to care, pulls at his own shirt while he walks forward, one hand reaching to touch. He feels heavenly under Jake’s fingers, skin warm and soft, like he has a fucking skincare regime or something and Jake gives into the urge to bite and taste, enjoys the sensation of Bradley’s entire body jerking closer into Jake’s reach.

                “Oh my god…”

                Then it’s a haze of fingers and hands on skin, lips and tongues exploring, quiet words under their breath as they both pepper their touches with endearments. Gorgeous, hot, want you. He pushes Bradley’s jeans down, rubs a proprietary hand over his cock and it’s going to be another change of clothes and he feels smug about it. He can feel Bradley’s fingers under his shirt and he steps back, wants, needs to get just as naked.

                Bradley seems to have other ideas though, is pulling the blankets off his bed, is rummaging through the things Jake brought through from the bathroom. He watches, frozen as Bradley spreads out a towel and then strips off his underwear, is covering his fingers in lube and then lying back, his own fingers pressing in and stretching himself open while Jake just watches in dumbfounded silence. He does make a small high-pitched sound he doesn’t recognize.

                “Jesus Christ…” Jake says, voice breaking.

                “Jake, come on. Please.”

                He doesn’t need to hear more, might want to some time, but he strips off his shirt, kicks off his jeans and feels gangly and ungraceful in his haste, reminiscent of teenaged fumblings before he reminds himself he has all night and slows down a fraction. He licks into Bradley’s mouth, feels his breath pant against his face as he trails kisses over his face, down his neck, lets his fingers trail too-soft over his cock as he leaves Bradley to stretch himself open for now. Jake will get to helping him soon. He licks over pebbled nipples, nuzzles into the trails of hair leading down from his belly button and then sucks his cock into his mouth. He slides one of his own fingers in alongside Bradley’s, feels him press down, hear the gasping-groan that becomes high and reedy, his hips twitching.

                “Come on, please, need you…”

                Jake stops breathing, can’t believe he gets to have this, that Bradley is reaching for him, slapping a condom into his hand and shoving a pillow under his hips, his eyes not leaving Jake’s and he leans down to capture his mouth in another kiss, a touch too hard and biting as he sinks into the tight heat of Bradley’s body. It’s been a long time since he’s had this and he wants to drag it out, his entire body shaking a little as he settles into a slow rocking grind before making his strokes longer.

                His mouth doesn’t leave Bradley’s body very much, he kisses every inch of skin he can reach while he thrusts, rests his forehead against his, licks at the sweat as it gathers on his neck, collar and chest. Nibbles with his lips at his nipples, savors the arching movement of Bradley’s body against his, trying to get closer.

                Bradley is loud, gets louder but makes less sense as he keeps going. Jake had thought he might be tense and unyielding, fighting for control the entire time, but he's pliant, making little gasping moans at every thrust. Heat sparks up his spine every time he rocks in, the slick open pressure of Bradley’s body overwhelming. It's good, too good to last. He gets his mouth on Bradley’s neck again, works at the little juncture of muscle and sinew, the last bit of tension in his body, and he doesn't mean to bite but Bradley holds him there, his head tipped back. Jake digs his teeth in until Bradley bucks underneath him, breathes fuck fuck fuck, and comes.

                Jake wrenches back his self-control enough to pull out, curling into himself and stripping the condom off before he strokes his cock three-four-five times and then he’s coming, breath panting against the skin of Bradley’s neck. The silence afterward is drawn out, like the dawn just before all the birds break into the morning chorus, and he tries to catch his breath and not fall over and keep it together. It's a while before he manages to move, getting up to throw the condom in the trash and grabbing a cloth. Bradley makes a drowsy noise when he comes back, rolling over to peer up at Jake with half-open eyes.

                “You want me to go?”

                “No,” Jake says, softly quiet, because that would make him feel infinitely worse for somehow using Bradley for sex and then just kicking him out. He doesn’t want to put his own insecurities and issues on Bradley, even if Bradley’s position as his worker is definitely the biggest issue in his head. He can figure out how to deal with it tomorrow. Later. He’s grateful that Ashley is spending the night with his parents. While he doesn’t want to kick Bradley out, it still feels unsettling to have him here, in his space, despite his desire for it earlier. He wants him to stay more than he wants him to go.

…            …            …

                He wakes the next morning to Bradley wrapped up tight behind him, cock hard against Jake’s ass, body rocking against Jake’s ever so slightly. He’d almost think he was asleep, except for the hand palming Jake’s half-erect cock, lips brushing kisses against the back of his neck and he’s clearly awake. He hums and presses back, because it’s definitely up there with one of the better ways to be woken up.

                “Morning…”

                “Morning. Thought I might try and round it off with a third before you have to leave…”

                “Where am I going?” Jake asks, breath catching as Bradley’s hand moves a little faster.

                “Church?”

                “Oh, I don’t go to church after a night of dancing…”

                He pulls a face, glad Bradley can’t see him, because dancing and sex are not meant to be interchangeable.

                “Really?”

                “Really. I usually sleep in, but I have no complaints about this wakeup call…”

                “Well, if I’d known I wouldn’t have made it quite so early…”

                Jake laughs softly, shakes his head, because this still feels like a sleep-in, maybe better in its decadence. There’s a brief blast of cool air as Bradley shifts away, but he’s back, hand slick and Jake feels slicked fingers between his thighs, groans and presses back as Bradley slides his cock between his thighs, his slick hand wrapping around Jake’s cock. He starts a gentle rocking rhythm that would rock him back to sleep if it weren’t for the fact that he’s feeling more and more turned on by the second.

                Bradley doesn’t seem to be in any rush to get off, seems focused on Jake’s pleasure, murmuring filthy words about how good Jake had felt fucking him. Jake’s never had anyone talk dirty to him before, not like this, and he’s clearly been missing out, because it’s hot, ratchets his arousal up a few more notches and he can’t really move, Bradley moving his hand and his own body and Jake just having to lie there and take the pleasure that Bradley so clearly wants to give him. When he comes his entire body shudders with the intensity of it and he feels a little shocky. Bradley doesn’t let go of him, hold him as he continues to rock, the pace increasing only slightly before he’s coming as well.

                “Go back to sleep…” Bradley says, voice quiet, his hand dragging a dry towel to wipe away the worst of the mess, although he’s still going to need a decent shower and change his sheets. Sleep does sound really good though.

…            …            …

                He wakes again about an hour later and Bradley is asleep, and he looks so good, asleep in Jake’s bed, and he feels a sudden wrench of pain that he might not get this. He really shouldn’t be sleeping with him. His joke about firing and re-hiring him kicking at the little part of his brain that has been screaming that this is a bad idea over and over. He doesn’t regret it. Well. He does, but he regrets more that he won’t let himself do it again, no matter how much he wants to.

                “No. Nope. I don’t like that look on your face…” Bradley says, and he’s blinking up at Jake, still half asleep but he’s frowning and poking at the space between his eyebrows and he bats his hand away.

                “Hey. Morning. Again.”

                “Morning. Again. I don’t like that look on your face.”

                “What? It’s just my face.”

                “No. It’s your bad thoughts face, where you are clearly thinking about every possible bad thing that could go wrong right now. Just… what are you thinking?”

                “I… we… really shouldn’t have slept together.”

                The look that Bradley gives him is incredulous, which he guesses is fair, given that they’re both currently naked, in his bed, and have cum crusted in all sorts of places.

                “Okay…” Bradley says slowly. “Tell me why you think that.”

                “I’m your boss! I pay you. Am meant to be paying you more now. But… not because of… this.”

                “You’re not paying me to have sex with you,” Bradley states, and he’s shifted to hold one of Jake’s hands in both of his.

                “No, of course not.”

                “Would you stop paying me if I refused to have sex with you?”

                “No!”

                “What about if I have a fantasy of getting paid for sex?”

                Jake chokes and splutters.

                “Do you?”

                “I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it… might do. If it’s you.”

                “Bradley…”

                “I’m joking!” Bradley says, and then pauses. “Maybe. Probably. But, anyway, I don’t want to stop… seeing where this could maybe take us.”

                “Not just sex?” Jake asks, wanting, needing clarification, because okay, his mind is spinning like an out-of-control top and okay, if it’s more than sex, then it would make him feel considerably better.

                “I think we’re pretty good at that already, although I’m never going to say no to getting more practice in.”

                “Come on, be serious.”

                “I am being serious. I want to date you. Try a relationship. If I need to quit working here I will, but…” he sucks in a breath then, and he looks sad and Jake’s reminded of what he’d looked like when he’d first arrived. Lonely.

                “I don’t want you to go anywhere,” Jake states firmly.

                “Good. I don’t want to go anywhere. Except to shower. I really want a shower.”

                It feels too easy, but so much in his life hasn’t been easy so maybe he’s due a break.

…            …            …

                They’ve showered and dressed, and Bradley has borrowed underwear and a shirt, which Jake has to admit he appreciates the way his shoulders stretch it out just that little bit more than he does.

                “You like travel books huh?” Bradley asks, running a hand over the dozens of spines of his travel books and Jake didn’t mean to literally shelve his dreams so blatantly, but it’s not lost on him now that Bradley is looking. He’s reminded that he actually knows very little about Bradley’s past, that Ashley may know more, given how openly Bradley talks with her. Can he ask questions now?

                “Well, I can’t exactly travel with my life, so I need to find out about the big wide world without getting there myself.”

                Bradley hums, gives him a soft look that Jake quite can’t parse the meaning of, his mind already snagging on just how comfortable Bradley looks, like he belongs.

                “I loved photography when I was younger, dreamed about just, travelling and taking photos. Mainly the travelling. Never leaving the state except for a couple of livestock conferences wasn’t exactly my dream.”

                “Then you find a new dream… my parents died when I was young. I was raised by my godfather, Pete. I mentioned him before.”

                “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that…”

                “No. Jake. I wasn’t telling you to get sympathy… You don’t know much about me because I haven’t shared anything with you. Uh. Maybe we could talk over some coffee?”

                “Yeah, of course.”

                He goes through the motions of making coffee, this is familiar at least, Bradley in his kitchen, although the bare feet make his heart twist for reasons he doesn’t want to dig into right now. He pours them both large mugs, settles back against the counter and stares at the curling steam, waits him out. His own life is an open book Bradley has been taking a part in the last few weeks, he doesn’t need to share anything about himself.

                “Okay, first thing I need to say is, if it bothers you that much I can move out, work somewhere else.”

                “If what bothers me?”

                “Dating me. Having sex. If you really don’t think you can do those things while I live here I can leave. Just move into town, because I’m serious about wanting to try… well. Dating. As a bare minimum.”

                Jake stares at him. He’d thought they’d just cleared this up. Decided Bradley wasn’t going anywhere.

                “I don’t want you to go anywhere,” Jake says, repeating what he’d said earlier. “I want to date you. Try a relationship. But I do feel uncomfortable when I think about paying you. Especially now that you’ve learnt so much more.”

                Bradley’s lips twitch at that and Jake rolls his eyes, but the nerves that had started clawing away at his insides dissipate at the humor Bradley is showing.

                “Told you it’s a fantasy of mine, getting paid for sex…”

                “Shut up, it is not…”

                “Might be. Might need a more convincing act from you…”

                “Stop being an asshole.”

                The smirk on Bradley’s face makes him aware he walked straight into that one.

                “Just don’t pay me anything. I don’t mind. Or I can just… stop working for you, but maybe still stay in the bunkhouse?”

                “No, that makes me feel even worse! For fucks sake Bradley, you’re a decent worker, for all you know fuck all about ranching. You’re tutoring Ashley through her AP Calculus, you’ve maintaining all the machinery, you’re cooking for everyone… I want to pay you what you’re worth.”

                “Oh my god, we’re going in circles. Then pay me for that. Jake. I don’t care about the money. Okay? I enjoy being here. Hell. I never knew I had a gift for somehow making calculus easier for someone to understand. And cooking for people who enjoy it? These are all… they might seem like small things to you, but they’re huge for me. That I get to do them and enjoy them and have people be so grateful and happy that I’m simply there…”

                “I’m grateful for you.”

                “Well, I make you a different sort of happy,” Bradley says, smirking at him and Jake lets out a laugh, but it feels a little forced.

                “What would you do, if you didn’t work here? What did you do, before?”

                “Oh… Mechanical engineer. But also some other stuff.”

                “That’s super vague.”

                “Yeah. Uh. Shit.”

                Not for the first time since they started talking he feels worried that they might just be talking themselves into the end before they’ve even started and he doesn’t want Bradley to put it in the too-hard basket, even if it feels like that’s where it should be. Fuck it.

                “I want to be with you. I want you to stay here. I will ask my dad to take care of paying you. Cards on the table.”

                Bradley looks at him, eyes serious before he’s nodding slowly.

                “That sounds like a good compromise. We going to trial it out for a month or so?”

                Jake groans, pretty sure Bradley is being a dick on purpose. …            …            …

PART THREE

[frankencanon]

Cora-san Lives AU

My sister and I were re-watching Law's backstory when I discovered the perfect little detail that if modified could create a "For Want of a Nail" AU where Corazón survives and Law still gets the Ope Ope no Mi, without making the fic unrealistic or out-of-character at all!

Click the :readmore: if you're interested...

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First, let me recap the sequence of events that took place on Minion Island which ultimately led to Cora-san's untimely demise:

***[ Skip to the bullet points for a TL;DR since the numbered list kind of drags on, going into an unnecessary amount of detail... ]***

Cora-san and Law arrive at Minion Island. Cora-san at first tries to leave Law on the boat by himself, but Law stops him and makes sad eyes at him until he relents and takes Law with him—but not all the way. Cora-san leaves Law in an abandoned house in town, where Law wanders out onto the steps and falls asleep as snow rains down on him.

Cora-san attacks the Barrels Pirates and makes off with the Ope Ope no Mi. During his escape, he trips and falls and winds up surrounded by Barrels Pirates with guns. He gets away alive, but not before being shot several times.

One of the pirates—a kid with an X-shaped scar on his chin—flees the scene.

Cora-san heads back to Law with the Ope Ope no Mi.

When he finds Law asleep on the steps, Cora-san—for whatever reason—picks him up and carries him off somewhere before waiting for him to wake up to force-feed him the Devil Fruit.

Cora-san collapses. Before he can lose consciousness, he passes Law a capsule cylinder and tells him to deliver it to the Marines.

Law goes off on his own, trudging his way through the snow. He chickens out on approaching the first group of Marines that pass, but works up the courage to approach the next—Vergo—when he sees that he's alone. But before Vergo can leave, he begs him to come with him to perform first aid on Cora-san.

Vergo goes with Law, and when he sees Rosinante he immediately attacks him before reading the secret message and then brutally beating him; Law gets kicked around as well. With them down for the count, Vergo calls Doffy and relays the situation to him.

While he's distracted, Cora-san uses his Calm Calm Fruit to sneak away undetected. He hides Law in a treasure chest and uses his fruit to silence him and anything he touches.

Doflamingo and the rest of the Don Quixote Pirates descend on the island and begin to hunt Cora-san and Law down after Doffy creates a Birdcage for the first time.

The child with scar on his chin manages to get far enough away that he's clear of the Birdcage when it comes down. Afterwards, he is found by Marines and taken aboard their ship.

Cora-san makes himself bait and gets chased down and beaten while Law listens from his place trapped in the treasure chest. They hold back from killing him so Doffy can interrogate him about the locations of the Ope Ope no Mi and Law.

Cora-san tells him that Law ate the fruit and was promptly taken into custody by the Marines.

Almost immediately after, Baby 5 and Buffalo inform Doffy that they overhead a Marine transmission about finding a boy and taking him aboard their ship, thus convincing Doffy that Cora-san was telling the truth.

Doffy shoots Rosinante repeatedly. As he lay dying, the Don Quixote Pirates make off with the treasure chests.

With Law on the other side and Rosinante permanently down for the count, Doffy takes down the now seemingly pointless Birdcage.

As they are loading the treasure onto their ship, Tsuru shows up and chases them off the island forces them to hurry up and leave. Unbeknownst to them, Law sneaks off in the chaos.

Law escapes to the neighboring Sparrow Island, presumably with the small sailboat he and Cora-san had been traveling in.

...OK, I'll admit I went a little overboard with the details there, so allow me to quickly recap:

***[ TL;DR ]***

Rosinante and Law arrive on Minion Island.

Rosi wants to leave Law on the boat, but he refuses.

Law is left in a house instead as Rosi steals the Ope Ope no Mi.

Rosi is caught and heavily injured but manages to get away.

He returns to give Law the fruit before collapsing.

Law is sent off to deliver a message to the Marines, and he returns with Vergo who beats him and Rosi and contacts Doffy to spill everything.

In the background, Rosi quietly sneaks off.

Doffy arrives and puts up the Birdcage, forcing Rosi to take desperate measures to ensure Law's freedom and survival.

Rosi hides Law in a chest and uses himself as bait, convincing Doffy that Law had already escaped with the fruit in his belly.

Doffy kills Rosi and takes down the Birdcage.

Before he can loiter, Tsuru shows up to chase him off.

Law escapes on his own to the closest neighboring island.

Got that? Good. Now, here's how we can quickly and easily fix things so that most of the bad stuff never happens:

In the very beginning, Cora-san originally intends to leave Law on the boat while he gets the fruit, but Law stops him.

What would've happened if he hadn't?

With his sickness, Law has been in and out of it, often falling asleep. What if he'd been asleep when they first arrived and, rather than wake him up, Cora-san chose to leave Law a note telling him that he'd be back soon with the Ope Ope no Mi.

Law would have no way of following him had he eventually woken up, since Cora-san had to climb a very long rope to get to land.

As Law was not only sick and dying, but also far smaller than Cora-san, it's fair to say that he would have absolutely no luck trying to climb that rope.

Now, since Law is in the boat rather than in town, Cora-san's next destination after obtaining the Ope Ope no Mi would be to head back to the boat immediately.

I assume the reason he took Law to that broken wall in canon rather than feed him the fruit in town was because he was worried about being out in the open whilst the Barrels Pirates were all hunting him down—but he would have had no reason to do so had Law still been in the boat since that was far more hidden than some random half-wall could ever be.

...Plus it also had the potential for a quick getaway considering it's literally a boat.

Now let's try that scene again, but this time with Law and Cora-san in their little sailboat:

Law wakes up to a smiling Cora-san leaning over him with the Ope Ope no Mi in hand. Cora-san force-feeds him the fruit before collapsing. He then passes Law the capsule cylinder with the secret message, and tells him to pass it on to the Marines.

Now what does Law do? Does he go on the island to find a Marine? No! The kid is dying and can barely walk; Why would he do that when there's a perfectly good Marine ship parked just a little ways away? Especially since there's no way he'd even be able to climb that rope to get onto the island anyways, not unless Rosinante yeeted him up there or something.

Now, instead of running off, Law struggles to row the boat over to the nearby Marine ship. There, he is spotted by the Marines, the secret message is passed over, Rosinante's identity is verified, and Law is taken aboard the ship—for real this time.

In this scenario, Vergo is on the island when Rosinante and Law board the Marine ship. Maybe he hears a transmission about a boy and a heavily injured man being taken aboard, or maybe not. Maybe he identifies the man as Rosinante and reports it to Doffy, or maybe not.

It doesn't matter either way since they're now in Marine custody, under Marine protection, and there's nothing Vergo can do about it without breaking his cover.

In the meantime, considering the Marines' original reason for being there in the first place, the ship would undoubtedly be stocked with medical supplies and medics themselves, so that Rosinante would be able to receive prompt medical treatment—on Sengoku's orders, if nothing else.

Sengoku would likely command the ship to head straight towards him wherever he is, seeing as they most likely would have had to contact him personally to confirm Rosinante's identity.

Maybe he'll return to Sengoku and resume working as a Marine, or maybe not.

And seeing as he only had a few bullet holes in him at this point—which he was canonically able to run and jump around with, only really slowing down after Vergo and the other DonQuixote Pirates had beat the hell outta him and Doffy had shot him several more times—he should be able to recover just fine.

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Before he died, there was a scene in canon where Rosinante had mentioned wanting to travel the world with Law once he was cured... Maybe in this AU they'll do exactly that.

Seeing as how Rosinante technically betrayed the Marines, it's entirely possible that not even Sengoku will be able to completely sweep it under the rug. At that point, it's not completely unbelievable that Rosinante and Law might wind up as pirates—for real this time—traveling the world and having adventures together.

Maybe they'll even drop by Sparrow Island for a bit, maybe pick up a kid or two...

...or a polar bear, even. You never know.

[eleni-cherie]

a thief's end ✨ || bts • myg - chapter 1.6

"so eager to be in a headlock again?"

"only if it's by you."

he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble. © 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, sexual tensiON, slowburn, mutual pining, strangers to lovers s2l

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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a/n: THIS IS FOR ALL US EMOTIONAL BTCHES AFTER THE ANNOUNCEMENT. 21 MONTHS OF PUBLIC SERVICE, WE CAN DO IT!!

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Daegu, South Korea

After over three hours of being on the road, with only a small break at a town to eat something, the motorbike came to a halt. An ivy covered stone wall in a sparsely inhabited area gracing the view.

Yoongi turned off the engine and got off, Soyeon lowering her helmet and following suit. It felt nice sensing the stable ground underneath her feet again. "Where are we?"

"Need to pay someone a visit first," he simply stated and made his way towards the iron gate which was standing widely open. And only when they entered inside, she realised where he had brought them to.

A cementary.

Her lips parted, but noticing the affliction on his face she pressed them back together. Choosing to let him explain when he felt like it. She already had an idea who they were visiting anyway.

They walked through the silent paths with lined up grey stones. Some gravestones looking newish, some battered from the years and weather. Lonely flowers covering some of them. A breeze passed by and the leaves surrounding them rustled in the air.

She was so immersed in the gloomy yet serene atmosphere that she hadn't noticed Yoongi stopping in front of a grave. Lightly bumping into his arm, she quickly stepped back. Seeing him with tranquil eyes looking at the gravestones in front of him and she straightened herself beside him.

They stood there in complete silence. Her not knowing what to say and him being too absorbed in his own thoughts to think of explaining.

Soyeon wasn't sure how many minutes passed, it could've been two, it could've been twenty. It almost felt like back then, when he'd tried to teach her how to meditate. Only now it didn't feel boring, rather solemn and like a deferential moment.

Eventually, Yoongi stepped forward and walked to the side of the grave. Placing a hand on the cold stone and closing his eyes. It almost looked as if he was paying. He let go then and began walking back, brushing past her. "Alright, let's go."

Blinking perplexed, she quickly followed occasionally peeking at him with worried eyes, she shoved her hands into her pockets. Unsure of how to bring her thoughts up.

They reached the gate and Yoongi was about to put his helmet back on, when her voice made him pause.

"This was your uncle's grave, right?" She already had a feeling it'd be him, but then she'd read the dates and was certain.

Averting his eyes from her, he breathed out and nodded with a heavy heart. He knew it'd have been easier to tell her beforehand but he simply couldn't bring himself to talk or even mentioning him.

Soyeon understood, giving him an empathetic smile. She could tell he was silently struggling. "It's alright, you don't have to talk about it."

"Thank you," he whispered, meaning it. Feeling a lump forming in his throat when all the wrought-up feelings and memories crawled back. 

He was quiet now that they were back on the bike and he started the engine. Reaching behind him and grabbing her hands to put them around him once again. Her fingers intuitively got the sign and held onto his jacket, only to feel him shiver against her for some reason.

Perhaps it was the lightly damp clothes and chill atmosphere, the smell of rain along with dark clouds following them anew. Perhaps it was because of how emotionally drenched he felt all of a sudden. Perhaps it was just the mere sense of her touch and the realisation he had her beside him in that moment.

"Sorry." She pulled away, only for him to grab them again and this time holding them in place.

"Keep them here," he quietly demanded, his hands still over hers. And she hummed, letting him know she wouldn't move.

And they drove off.

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They reached their final destination eventually, Soyeon realising they were in front of a path that was leading up a dense foliated hill now. Two stone lions guarding the entrance. She quickly got up, partially because she still hadn't got used to riding a motorbike and her initial fear of it hadn't simply disappeared. It'd  only subdued by holding onto Yoongi.

She neared one of the statues with curious eyes then. It looked like the entrance to a secret place or a temple and she wondered what he wanted there.

He kicked up the kickstand, securing the bike before walking past her into the path.

"Come," he called out as he climbed up the small steps that appeared every few metres on the ground. Leading higher up the hill and deeper into the forest.

"I assume you won't tell me where we're going," he heard Soyeon mumble behind him, causing him to lightly chuckle under his breath.

"My family's home, if you don't mind." And he could feel her baffled stare digging holes into his back when saying that. 

He had left over a decade ago and last time his parents had seen him was a few years ago when he'd learned about his father's condition. Now, after years again and with him not knowing if he'd ever get the chance again, he decided to return home. If he could even call it 'home' anymore. And like every time he stepped closer to the residence, he felt uneasy.

Truth was, he hadn't planned to ever take anyone there. However, since he had taken her to this trip to make up to her, it wouldn't make sense to exclude her now and leave her somewhere alone for hours.

Maybe having her with him wasn't too bad after all. She was distracting him a bit from the chaos inside him. And frankly, it somehow felt nice sharing his background with someone. No one but Taehyung and Jimin - and perhaps the interpol agents after them, if they'd done their research correctly - knew about his roots.

"So.." Soyeon spoke up then, breath heavy as she was struggling with the incline. The humidity of the rainy weather making the leaves on the ground slippery which only added to her struggles. "We're visiting your parents?"

He hummed in response, fearing she might feel uncomfortable. She didn't though, she simply had many questions. More than before. Her curious side shining through, which Yoongi found amusing. "How many years has it been?"

Contemplating for a moment, he looked up at the rustling trees covering the grey sky. The dark green blanket looking narrowingly threatening. As if the forest told him he wasn't welcomed there. He frowned, shaking his head. "Too many," he sighed and she folded her lips. 

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Your 'it's too dangerous' excuse again?"

He scoffed. "It's not an excuse, it's a fact."

She exhaled deeply, shaking her head when they finally reached the top. "You need to stop pushing people away like this.." she muttered. Brushing past him with fast steps. And he stifled a laugh when seeing her expression turning into awe, taking in the huge house in royal architecture style.

She glanced at him then with furrowed brows, confusion written all over her features. "Is your family rich or something?"

With an eye-roll, he rang the doorbell. Shaking his head. "My ancestors built it as a peaceful place for swordmen to train. It got passed down from generation to generation. Now it's just my parents and domestics living here."

Soyeon was about to ask more, but the clicking of the door caught their attention. A woman with short dark hair with streaks of Grey in between, opening and Soyeon immediately recognised her eyes. It was the same small sharp ones she had come to adore so much.

The woman gasped when seeing him standing there and she instantly engulfed him with her arms. Squeazing him tightly. "Where have you been? I was so worried something happened to you," her voice cracked and she had to surpress the judging tone in her voice.

Yoongi awkwardly hugged her back, a guilty expression on his face. "Sorry for disappearing.. again.."

The woman shook her head and stepped back, lightly hitting his chest. "I don't understand you, making us worrying sick.." She sounded hurt, which made him feel only worse. She grabbed his face then, inspecting it as her thumbs brushed over his cheek. "Look at you, you lost so much weight. Haven't you been eating?"

"Mum.." he groaned, grabbing her wrists and lowering them, "I'm fine and I eat enough. Please stop worrying."

The woman frowned when her eyes landed on the short girl who was unintentionally hiding behind him. Her eyes growing wide. She looked back at Yoongi before taking a better look on Soyeon. "Who's this? Your girlfriend?"

The short girl's eyes widened, realising she was talking about her. "H-hello, I'm Soyeon but we aren-"

"Oh, Soyeon! Such a nice name!" his mother smiled, interrupting her. She grabbed her son's arm and pulled him inside then, gesturing for her to follow, "Come, come, you two. It's rather cold outside. Come inside."

Soyeon blinked and walked in as well, arching a brow at Yoongi, silently asking him why he wasn't correcting his mother. He simply shrugged, however, seemingly unphased as he took off his shoes and walked into his childhood house.

"Oh, do you two want to eat something?"

"No, mum, it's alright."

"No, no, you need to eat, you lost too much weight," she argued, making him internally groan.

"It's alright, we won't stay for too long."

She sighed, taking a seat. "So how have you been? Why didn't you contact us in so long, did something happen?"

"It's been complicated," he sighed, giving her an apologetic look, "You know I've been travelling a lot."

Soyeon had already assumed his family didn't know about his actual occupation, but she wondered what lies he'd told them over the years to keep them from worrying.

"This is not an excuse," his mother huffed, shaking her head, "I thought I raised you better than to think not even calling us and let us know you're well would be okay."

"That's kinda what I told him, too," Soyeon mumbled under her breath but his mother still heard her.

"You should listen to your girlfriend."

"I'm n-"

"You're right and I'm sorry," he said, holding his mother's hand, "I promise it won't happen again."

Both, his mother's and Soyeon's brows rose at this. His mother beaming with joy at his words. Honestly, he wasn't certain to what degree he could keep his promise but he wanted to believe that he'd be able to. And besides, it calmed her.

With a cough, he looked around then. Acting non-chalantly about his following question. "And.. where's dad?"

Truth was, he didn't know what reaction to expect from his father when randomly showing up there after years. His father was a rather complicated person. Similar to his mother when it came to worrying about basic things like whether he was eating enough or not, but totally different when it came to showing affection. Or anger.

"Oh right, I should get him! He'd be upset if missing your visit." She was about to get up when Yoongi placed his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from doing so and instead stood up himself. "It's alright, I'll do it."

And with that he left the room, leaving Soyeon with his mother alone. It was alright when Yoongi was there and did the talking but now she'd have to do it and it made her anxious. Avoiding eye-contact at all costs.

"So, tell me.." his mother began then, causing her eyes to grow. Fearing of what kind of questions she'd be asked.

Maybe his mother didn't like her. Maybe she knew she wasn't actually his girlfriend. Maybe his mother wanted to ask details about his job or whatever lie he had told her otherwise, and she wouldn't know how to answer. 

"Y-yes?"

A sigh left the lips of the older woman, her gaze falling. "Is he actually doing alright? He says so, but I don't believe him. He's probably just saying this so I'm not even more concerned."

Soyeon's relaxed, her smile softening when realising she only wanted to know about her son's well-being. Uncertain of how exactly to answer though. "It's not like he's telling me everything either, probably for the same reason," she truthfully said then, "But he's doing alright. He's just a bit stressed lately, but I'm sure this will settle soon."

She saw the woman exhale in relief, nodding. "Why's he stressed, is it the job?"

The panic shortly returned, but Soyeon managed to keep her cool. "Y-yeah, in a way you could say that," she awkwardly giggled, "It's partially my fault, too, though. He tried helping me with some.. family matters."

"I hope nothing serious."

Would being chased by some rich italian family because of a stolen necklace be considered serious? Probably, but she wouldn't tell her that.

"N-no, no. He's just concerned for me." Her smile faded as her eyes fell to her lap. "He's always concerned for me, even though I tell him not to."

She didn't see his mother's soft smile when hearing her words, only when she spoke up again she was met with her joyfulness. "Do you know each other for a long time?"

"Not really, no. It hasn't been too long."

The two grew quiet and Soyeon's leg nervously bounced up and down, unintentionally looking at the direction he'd left earlier. Secretly hoping he'd return soon although it wasn't likely if he went to talk to his father. The two probably having a lot to discuss. So she took a long breath and decided to make the best out of it, remembering her initial plan of learning more about him.

"Yoongi had mentioned coming from a family of swordsmen, but he never mentioned having such a nice house," she smiled then, looking around. Her eyes resting on the big window behind her that was looking out into the guarden in the patio.

His mother seemed stunned by this. "I'm surprised he even mentioned it. He never seemed too happy about it. I remember him always being displeased when his father made him train."

"He's still training though, every morning! He's even tought me a bit," Soyeon said, feeling a little proud of herself.

His mother's eyes lit up and she was glad having told her this, not understanding why he wouldn't. It made her obviously happy. 

"That's nice to hear, at least one of our children continued it. His older brother didn't, you know. Much to his wife's delight as I believe."

Soyeon blinked, taken aback about the new piece of information. So Yoongi had an older brother who was married. She wondered if he had stayed in contact with him or disappeared on him as well.

"And is he still living in that apartment in Seoul?"

Soyeon's brown eyes widened, her fear of such a question coming up eventually coming true.

What was she supposed to tell her? That he actually not only didn't live in Seoul but not even in this country? Was she allowed to tell her that? "Uhm, you know he.. he.."

"I live in Taiwan now."

His voice took both by surprise, seeing he had returned and taking his previous seat. Ignoring his mother's questioning look.

"Taiwan? That's so far away! Why do you live there?"

"Job," he mumbled, "And it's not that far away. The plane ride's just 2.5 hours."

The older woman huffed, looking utterly dissatisfied. Folding her arms in front of her chest. "No surprise we don't see you around!" Her exaggarrated to Yoongi reaction making him chuckle.

"And where's your father?"

"We argued."

She sighed, shaking her head. Not looking surprised at all. "I'll talk to him." And before he could counter anything, she had already disappeared into the corridor.

"Why did you argue?" Soyeon carefully asked, afraid of overstapping. However, Yoongi didn't seem to mind the question, it was just draining him.

He shrugged, leaning back. "Wasn't so pleased to see me again after disappearing with no word.. Can't blame him, though. I probably wouldn't be either."

"Yeah, you really can't hold it against him.."

He peeked at her with a sad glance, before averting his eyes from her again. He knew what he was doing wasn't fair to anyone, but it'd been the safest option in the past. Now he was beginning questioning it.

"You wanna see my old room?" he asked then in an attempt of changing topics and his plan seemed to work as her face beamed. She nodded vigorously, making him smile. She always made him smile so easily.

So he led her to the back of the house where the bedrooms were located, passing by old paintings and furniture. "It's nothing special," he said then as he opened a door and they entered a sparsely filled room, "But it is what it is."

Letting her gaze wander around, she caught an old basketball laying in a corner. Wondering if he'd used to actively play or just owned one like every child owned at least one ball, whether they used it or not. So she pointed at it. "You played?"

It seemed like her first assumption was right as she watched him nod with a nostalgic look. "Was pretty good actually."

"Is that so?" she smiled to herself, looking at the orange ball, "Wished I could've seen that.. you might be telling a fib after all."

He huffed at her teasing tone. Puffing out his chest with folded arms. "I was pretty epic, believe me." His unusual boasting made her laugh out and he couldn't help but chuckle along with her.

Soyeon stepped further inside, a staple of cds in a shelf earning her attention then. Curiously she picked up some. They were all rap and hiphop, which she found interesting. Humming to herself as she herself liked some of those artists.

"Oh, I know them," she said then, holding up one of the cds, "See them around the label sometimes."

"You.. you what ?" His jaw dropped, which made her giggle amused, not having expected such a reaction to her random comment. "What do you mean you 'see them around'?"

"We work in the same label," she shrugged non-chalantly like it wasn't a big deal, "I haven't worked with them, but I've seen them around." Yoongi's astonished expression made her fold her lips, preventing herself from bursting out giggling more.

"You don't understand, they were my childhood idols. When I told you I'd have become a producer if it wasn't for my family, it's because of them! And you just casually meet them at work?" He was whining. Min Yoongi, the cool katana-using thief chased by interpol, was actually whining to her.

She was dumbfounded to say the least.

So he was a fanboy, she concluded, never having guessed this. It was quite a different image of what she knew about him. It was an interesting but also adorable twist. And she felt like she knew a little bit more of him now, of the mystery that still was Min Yoongi.

She stepped forward then, poking his cheek. "See, there're perks of knowing me! And they're really nice. If you.." She cut herself off, her grin fading when realising that her next words would never come true. "..if you ever visit me at work, I could introduce them to you."

Yoongi's smile fell as well. "Yeah, that would be nice.." His voice not above a whisper. And they grew quiet, an awkward silence building up between them when he cleared his throat. "We should probably go ba-"

"What will happen afterwards?"

Her sudden question taking him aback. "What do you mean?"

In search for the right words, her brows furrowed. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "After this visit. What will happen afterwards?"

"We'll return to Seoul."

"And after that?"

He frowned, pretending not understanding what she meant.

"I'll go to Japan on monday a-"

"No, I mean.. you know what I mean."

He stood still, his features turning into a stoic glance. "Nothing. That's it."

Again. Again he wanted to drop her like that. Like she didn't mean anything to him. She scoffed in disbelief.

She knew he most likely would try keeping his promise to his mother or at least she hoped he would, but he wasn't willing to promise her the same. Not even just to comfort her. And she was sick of him breaking her heart and pushing his feelings away like it was nothing.

Yoongi knew what he was doing was hurting her all over again, despite him taking her to this trip to reconcile, ironically. However, he didn't see any other option for the time being at least. Even if it was breaking his own heart, he couldn't risk it. And so it was simpler to pretend than explaining himself all over again. Because he wasn't sure if he could even convince himself, let alone her, even if he tried to.

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It was late afternoon when they walked the slippery path back down to the street, leaving his parents' home.

They remained silent as Soyeon trailed behind him. The distance between them not only physically bigger as she stayed further in the back, afraid of slipping on the foliage, but also emotionally.

At least this trip hadn't been entirely pointless. He did reconcile with his father after all, with a little help of his mother. And besides, they got to have a tasty meal after his mother kept insisting on feeding them. Which was nice considering Soyeon hadn't had a home-cooked meal in awhile.

She couldn't forget, however, how all this time she'd had to bite her tongue whenever his parents referred to her as his girlfriend, an anew piercing ache shooting through her chest. Having enough of this ridiculous charade, she abrubtly stopped in her tracks.

"Why did you start calling me 'angel'?"

She didn't mind it, she just didn't see the purpose of a pet name as affectionate as that if it didn't actually match his feelings or intentions. If he was just gonna dip and disappear from her life again after this.

Yoongi paused and glanced over his shoulder, seeing her standing still and not looking like continuing. Her long hair swaying in the strong breeze as he faced her. The ghost of a smile on his lips. Feeling shy and flustered all of a sudden. "Because you saved me, twice. I thought it'd fit, but I can stop if you don't like it."

Her eyes widened for a brief moment, sensing the hint of a blush on her cheeks. "That's not it. I do like it, a lot. Just.. ugh." Squeezing her eyes shut, she threw her head back and let out a long frustrated groan. Tempted to kick a stone away. "I'm mad, I'm so damn mad at you right now."

His brows knitted together in genuine confusion. "Huh, why?"

"Are you serious right now?" Perhaps 'fck off' might be too kind. "'Cause of whatever is going on between us right now," she exclaimed, shaking her head then. Her voice lowering. "Perhaps you mistook me being so open about my feelings to mean I'd be easy to get, always running after you like a puppy. So I want to make clear that I am not easy to get and I don't run after anyone."

The crease between his brows deepened as he stepped forward. "I'd never think of you of being easy to get or a puppy. Why would you think that?"

"Because.. because you keep giving me these mixed signs." He remained quiet, allowing her to rant out her build-up emotions. "And I don't like this kind of games. Just say straight to my face that you don't feel the same, that you never will and let me move on."

When he saw that she'd finished and had nothing else to add, beside fierce eyes frowning right back at him, he decided to finally speak up. "I'm not a fan of beating around the bush either.." He stepped closer then. "Although I thought I made it clear that I do have feelings for you."

"Well, sometimes it's not clear." She stood firm, still too mad to enjoy his little confession. "One moment I feel so close to you and you call me 'angel' and let your parents believe I'd be your girlfriend and next.. next moment it feels like you don't want me near you and just use the 'danger' excuse to push me away."

He breathed out, not having expected he'd be making her feel this way. It was never his intention leading her on. He wished she'd just break his nose and tell him to go away instead of asking questions and forcing a smile while a angry tear rolled down her cheek. And he wiped it away with his thumb. Looking at her with pain in his eyes while cupping her cheek, tilting her face up so she'd look at him.

"Soyeon, I like you. That's why I try protecting you. I regret not being able to do so back then in Taiwan, and I still feel terribly guilty about it. I don't want that to repeat. Don't you get it?" He felt his pulse picking up while speaking out his feelings for the first time. "I fear I'm even falling for you at this point and I fear even more the consequences of that. You already got in danger once because of your grandfather, because of one of us. You shouldn't risk getting in danger again because of another lousy thief like me. I'm not worth the risk."

She swallowed as he lowered his hand and she grabbed it. Her soft feline eyes somewhow calming his racing mind.

"Yoongi, don't you realise how contradictory you sound?" she softly laughed out, squeezing his hand in hers. Moved by how deeply he cared for her well-being to the point he was willing to neglect his own feelings. "Don't you realise the only times I've been in danger were when you were not around? I feel and am save when I'm with you. And your sword."

He laughed under his breath, causing her smile to widen in an almost teasing way. His eyes wandering to the tree branches above them. Observing them swaying in the wind which was picking up. An approaching thunder roaring in the distance. "I've never had a normal life or any normal relationships for the past ten years.." He looked down, holding her gaze that was still resting on him and he couldn't help but falling even deeper into those dark brown eyes listening patiently as he was pouring his heart out. He swallowed. "This.. this is the closest I've ever had to normality. And I'm scared of both, losing and having it.. of losing and having you."

Her lips curved into a smile as she wiped away a raindrop that had fallen onto his warm cheek. And another one. It started raining again. And Yoongi huffed, wiping the droplets away that had fallen onto her own face with his sleeve when she grabbed his cheeks, pulling him down to her level with a grin as she felt a sugar-rush-like feeling  flowing through her every fiber.

"You know, normality is terribly overrated." 

And she kissed him. Holding onto him in the pouring rain.

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[coldinpants]

A Witch And A Priest! AU COLDFLASH

Leonard Snart is a future priest who intends to carry on his father's work. In a small town where everyone knows each other, it's hard to hide your secrets, but he has to try. Because Leonard's secret could ruin not only his life, but also that of a strange guy who likes night walks in the cemetery, is friends with a black cat, and reads dangerous books. Hiding your sexual orientation from a very conservative society is still possible, but a relationship with a guy whose family the whole town accuses of witchcraft is almost unrealistic. Especially when your father starts a witch hunt.

[gayleviticus]

playing the demo for 'small town emo' and its kinda funny how being set in new Zealand- a place video games are never ever set in and is pretty close to aus - suddenly makes my expectations of 'realism' so much ridiculously higher than other games. and its not even like its an unrealistic game at all, its just minor stuff like exploring the cemetery because there's a rumoured cache of rum buried there? random npcs talking to you on the street? maybe that shit flies in America but not down under

[nicegaai]

okay you found me (well the account that wanted to be found anyways 😭).

love the responses about the sibling dynamics (although i'm under the impression that the sámi people hate finland [for good reason]). somewhereville usa is so real [although if you're wondering, you got the vibe of most of the midwest down. much of the suburbs are very anywhereville].

i read your rereading þr post and one thing i want to add is that i hc that emil was wearing a hot topic logo t shirt (although apparently they don't sell those???). what's another small hc you have about the five?

kksdjlk SORRY!! the activity page on this acct is slow, i notice when i get new followers :P

the sapmi/sámi irl probably do, but historically speaking, theyre probably closest-ly related to the finnish out of the nordics...maybe. but she could just as well have been adopted. ummm of all the concerning implications þetta has that i should probably make a long disclaimer about , the sapmi oc thing is the last thing i was thinking ab but maybe ill tack that on whenever i put it together. im thinking last chapter... "im sorry to every nordic person and especially the icelanders in real life for implying you(r natl reps) do incest. i have a fetish and im doing a bit. please stop blocking me on ao3 i didnt even know u could do that"

thank you for the midwestie endorsement!!! it means a lot fr! :D im basing a lot off of TV and somewhat my own experience in the american suburbs. btw this lot live one town over from you so watch out next time u see a blond guy

i could make up headcanons for them all day long ... or i guess in this AU everything i say is canon actually. whoa . thats a lot of power

everyone has a nicotine addiction lowkey (except emil? so far) im talking vapes (timo) im talking zyns (mads) and normal ciggies too (sig) (ber is all of the above)

sig in high school was angry and confused and kind of a freak. i think he wore gir hoodies. he would have loved myspace era jeffery star and being an awful diva but he was doomed to something else entirely by association with the magic (the gathering) club

mads' peak golden retriever bf era was high school. he played sports, he was popular, he started a band with his friends... he just didnt have a plan afterwards and burnt out (temporarily?). SAD

ber was graduating hs ab the time sig and mads were starting. i think he was in band, brass section, socially awkward and a kissless virgin. he thinks back on hs and gets embarrassed about the way he was, but minus the virginity he hasnt changed one bit.

timo is an enigma to me. i have trouble pinning him down. i think he could have been one of those theater kid furries but hes also outgoing and generally likeable by the school population (showers regularly). just kind of a weirdo!

WAIT . THE REST OF THIS LIST IS GOIGN TO BE GOOD ONES

(not incl timo) their shared grandparents were first cousins, and it was less weird back then. :) no, they do not know this. when the day comes he finds out, mads will go into a downwards spiral of "we should have done this thing proper, me and sig could have been married"

timo's full time job is doing furry commissions on xitter and vrchat. im talking some real degen illustrations. he is soon going to start an autobiographical webcomic about furries doing incest (names changed to protect identity) and people online will call him a LARPer and the story unrealistic and it will piss him off so much

fun fact the rest of the town is minorly fleshed out, i used to talk more ab other things too... alfred and gilbert do crossfit with mathias and they do gay shit in the locker rooms and are about 1 flash of insight away from admitting they have a 3p fuckbuddy thing going on but nah nah theyre bros they hang out its fun its lighthearted its male bonding. working out together just does something for the libido you know how it is

gilbert is dating erzsebet (there was a whole sideplot with them and roderich but i forgor it) and alfred is a Sigma Male Who Is Too Cool To Date A Woman but he actually has a weird thing with matthew going on behind closed doors

most of the heta characters are out there in the town and a lot of them went to high school together. or something. england was one of the teachers... aughhhh its been so long since i was talking ab the au the details r murky fml

[fentyjjk]

dark angel navi | 0 | 1 | 2 | 3

pairing jungkook x fem reader

genre vampire au, supernatural, unrealistic historical fic, romance

synopsis after dying and coming back to life as a vampire with an unrelenting thirst for blood, jungkook is on the run. it doesn't matter where he goes or how he just needs to keep running. away from the hunters, away from the people he killed the first night he came back, he just has to keep moving...but then he finds you.

warnings smut, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, sexual assault (not between mc and jk), brief depictions of rape (again, not between mc and jk), murder, LOTS of blood

The hunts began after he went into hiding. He didn't have a purpose by running and hiding in the forest. He was terrified of himself. The sun hurt his eyes and intimidated him into the deep crevices of a cave. He was immortal now. His youth meetings at the church would detail the grave lengths of immortality such as the necessary feedings to keep his nonexistent heart alive and full, the ring of absolute silver bestowed by a pastor to grant sun indifference. Staying alive while being dead was too much. Jungkook prayed God would have mercy on him and take his life once again. Forgive him for the bloodshed caused and allow him to rest in peace in heaven with his mother. 

But he knew that was unlikely, the fiery pits of hell would be more fitting for a demon like him. 

It had been two full months since he’d left the town, since he’d fed and he’d grown fairly weak. His body rapidly lost weight and the muscle that he’d packed on when he was human. The pale skin deepened to a sheer gray. The black veins beneath his skin prominent under the moonlight. He knew what he had to do, but he didn’t want to go back to town and kill more people, his friends, his neighbors. So, he stayed in the cave embracing death with open arms. That is until a small herd of bunnies came into the cave fleeing from the heavy downpour outside the rocky settlement. Their little hearts were thumping quickly, he could smell the blood beneath the fur.

It's not human, he mentally chanted as he tore into all twelve of the bunnies. Their blood was not as sweet as the townspeople, but it sufficed his thirst for the night. His skin returned to “normal” the deathly porcelain he’d grown accustomed to and his vision was sharper. He leaned back against the jagged cave staring at the red bunnies surrounding him. He sobbed. 

Why him? 

It wasn’t long before he was hungry again. months had slipped between his fingers in minutes. He barely slept. Most days he spent crying or staring outside the cave pondering on what to do. He wanted to die. He settled on that thought. By some ungodly nature he was a damned bastard and he wanted to meet his demise quickly. 

Snowfall returned once again signaling an entire year had passed. He swore he’d only been away from town for a few months, but a year had passed before his eyes. He wasn’t living anymore. He had a conscious inside of a shell. He wanted to rid himself of life and so that night he snuck out of the cave. The sheet of icy white snow tickled his feet, but the coldness was numbing to him. He couldn’t feel it. 

He sought out a stick and using his elongated nails he’d trimmed it into a sharpened triangle. He just needed to stab himself in the heart and all would be well according to the myths. He slipped back into the cave holding the stake a few inches from his chest as tears silently rolled down his cheeks. This was the only way. It was either this or hurting more innocent people. He pushed the stake out and swung inward, piercing his chest. The pointed end broke off into his chest, black blood pouring from his wound. Dropping the stake he laid back, as his vision blurred he knew he was going to die. A smile of relief pulled at his lips and with one last tear leaving his eyes darkness encompassed him. 

But life hadn’t been kind to him. 

Hours felt like seconds and those seconds worked to repair his wounded heart and the scar surrounding it. 

Unwillingly he was still “alive”

Jungkook quickly sat up laying his hand over his heart, the wound was gone and all that remain were his bloodied dark clothing. Killing himself was unsuccessful. The thought of not being able to die by his own will brought more tears to his eyes. He just wanted to die already. Wallowing away without food (read: blood) took so much effort every bone in his body deteriorated slowly. The stories he’d heard of vampires dying because of forced lack of blood transpired over centuries. It’d take generations for Jungkook to ween off the blood of his massacre from a year ago. He didn’t want to wait that long. 

He was a murderer and he couldn’t even spare himself from guilt by killing himself. Life was cruel. He layed back on the dirt staring at the pile of rocks that made the cave. Each one relied on the one above it, beside it and below. If the rocks fell hopefully he’d be in the cave and be crushed to death. It’d be more painful and he wasn’t sure when the earth would shake violently again in what his town called the “wrath of god” but he hoped it’d be soon. He dug his fingers into the dirt letting the soil fester under his nails, bugs crawling over his arms and before he would’ve shaken them off. When he was human he had an immense fear of the tiny creatures, but here in the darkness of the woods, in the cave they were his only friends beside the bunnies he feasted on. 

His eyes began to close, his body had exhausted itself by repairing his wounds, sleep beckoned him behind his fluttering lids, but he couldn’t drift off. He smelled smoke, but most importantly he smelled people and they were close. Jungkook cowered to the farther edge of the cave, but he heard them inching closer to the beginning of the cave, they were coming inside. “Tell the other men to check by Harthorn River.” Jungkook’s eyebrows drew together, he knew that voice. 

“Dad, what if we give it a rest? We’ve been looking for a year.” Another man spoke. “You know how dangerous these caves are, they could collapse at any moment.” The second man continued, Jungkook could smell the sour notes in his scent, the worry tangled with masked frustration. 

Namjoon.

“Son, if you’re going to be a little girl about it, stay outside with the other men.” The crunch of leaves under boots sounded again and Jungkook looked around. What could he do? Where could he go? There was no doubt he could rip into the men in seconds, but he didn’t want to do that. The image of the townspeople bodies piling the streets is forever burned into his memory and he never wants to witness anything like that again. 

Jungkook noticed a rock at the top of the cave protruding out. His idea was a long shot and by the steady increase of feet padding closer to him he only had one chance to make it. He stepped back using all his strength to jump. He grasped the edge of the rock easily holding himself up, his nails digging into the rough surface painfully. The men entered so he stayed silent sprawled at the top of the cave watching them shuffle inside the tiny space. 

“Look at this.” Namjoon's dad swung his boot kicking at the bunny closest to him. The small animal rolled to the side, Jungkook's canine marks and blood imprinted into the once pure white fur. “This sick freak has been eating bunnies.” The sour scent from earlier got stronger, more potent, it was overwhelming. Looking behind Namjoon’s dad he could see why.

Namjoon was staring at him. 

“See, son? Your friend is damned to be a bloodthirsty demon for eternity!” His voice bounced off the walls ringing in Jungkook’s ears. Namjoon quickly lowered his head when his father glanced at him solemnly nodding.

“Bakun,” one of the men at the further edge of the cave called, “we found something.” Bakun gritted his teeth. Jungkook was near here somewhere he could feel it. Reluctantly, he followed the men out. Namjoon remained still, his torch lighting Jungkook’s features as he raised it higher dried blood stained his hands, chin, and clothing. He looked dirty. Nothing like the clean, neat friend from before.

“Jun—“ 

“Namjoon, stop dillydallying and get your ass out here!” Namjoon swallowed his heart rate picking up, the steady thrum of blood was so inviting. Jungkook could almost taste it. While his scent was slightly bitter nothing covered the sweet smell of blood, it was making him dizzy. His best friend—or used to be best friend grimaced and left the cave leaving Jungkook alone again. He let go of the rock dropping onto his hands and knees in a crouch.

There was no doubt in his mind, they were hunting him and they’d be back. 

Jungkook hid in the cave afraid of stepping out and being caught. He knew what he was capable of but just because he could didn’t mean he wanted to. This meant he was no longer scavenging for small bunnies and animals alike; he was starving himself once again. His body lay frail and sweaty. He was burning up. He’d removed his clothing to ease the heat but it only got worse, he could feel every gust of wind prick his skin as if they were little daggers. He was in so much pain. He heard it again, the sound of footsteps, fast and determined, headed straight towards the cave. It was just one set this time, the steps abruptly halted, a large thud sounding followed by a bone chilling yell for help. 

Namjoon. 

Jungkook’s hunger was long forgotten as he pushed off the cave floor into the forest, the sun was blinding and irritated his weak skin, but Namjoon’s heart was pumping hard inside his chest, he was afraid. Jungkook heard a snarl and looked up to see a figure holding Namjoon by the nape on a tall tree branch. He could barely see the man's face, only his dark hair, but he saw the shiny canines he barred at Namjoon's neck. 

“No!” Jungkook shrieked. He was goddamn emotional. He couldn’t stop the tears forming in his eyes as the male stood high above him, he was too weak to do anything. 

“Who is this?” The male asked, waving around Namjoon's body as if he weighed nothing. 

“M-my name—“ the male growled behind him, digging his nails into his skin as a warning. The smell of blood drew Jungkook in his eyes, clouding with darkness. He was losing himself again. He covered his nose with his hand backing away from the tree. 

“I’m asking him.” He pointed down at Jungkook the exact same elongated black nails that adored Jungkook’s hand were on the mans as well. He was like Jungkook, a cursed demon, but the sunlight wasn’t bothering him. Jungkook would laugh if the situation were any different. Namjoon stood at around six feet tall and the man behind him although buff had a much shorter stature than him and yet he easily held Namjoon by the neck.

“Namjoon,” Jungkook cleared his throat, his voice weak. He hadn’t spoken in so long. “My best friend.” The man looked between Jungkook and Namjoon wearily, his sharp eyes narrowing. Jungkook looked utterly terrified of him, how cute. Restraining a coo he jumped gracefully landing on his feet as he let Namjoon go. As soon as he hit the ground Namjoon’s legs buckled, paralyzed with fear, a muffled sob burrowing into the leaves as he cried into the ground, he thought he was going to die. 

Jungkook stared at the back of his neck, blood was seeping from the small crescent incisions. He walked forward, dropping his hand causing even more of the sugary scent to erode his senses. Namjoon’s body trembled as he cried, causing the blood to dip below his collar bone beneath his cloak. Jungkook almost pounced on him, a firm push back causing him to stumble effectively snapping him out of his trance. “You wouldn’t want to kill your best friend, right?” The man whispered as to not scare the panicked man below them. Jungkook returned his hand to his nose, stepping away. “Namjoon, I am so sorry for my impoliteness, I was afraid you were hunting Jungkook.” Namjoon sniffled, turning onto his back, the sweet scent of blood less potent. 

“You two know each other?” He mumbled wiping his cheeks with his cloak. 

Yoongi hummed, disagreeing. “No, but I will kill anyone that hunts my kind.” He smiled, his sharp teeth poking through his lips. “I’m Yoongi.” He held out his hand, but Namjoon didn’t take it. He eyed his outstretched hand wearily. “Any friend of my kind is a friend of mine.'' Namjoon took his hand standing up, his eyes darting between the two. 

“How do you know his name then?” Namjoon asked. He was always the smarter of the two wanting to gather every bit of information he could muster in a subject and usually that was pertinent to school, but as of late he’d researched all the books he could for vampire occurrences in their small town and not once had he heard of a Yoongi. 

“He’s been the talk of the town,” Yoongi shrugged, leaning into a tree shade as he crossed his arms as a low chuckle escapes him, “everyone's keeping an eye out for the black eyed demon, Jungkook.” He scoffed, he still couldn’t fathom the fact that Jungkook outshined him so quickly. 

Back in the 1600’s he’d killed the entire town after the murder of his sister, a vampire like himself. He left two women alive, one he had been fond of (read: in love with) before his rampage and the other a God fearing woman. The two women were chosen intentionally. They were both pregnant. Yoongi's “friend” was pregnant with his child even though she didn’t know it. He frequently sat outside her window listening to the sound of her heartbeat and eventually a few nights after they slept together he heard two heartbeats. It wasn’t the other woman he left in town, he placed her on the opposite far end of town away from her, them. The sound was too small, too faint to be anything but a growing child. 

His child. 

Yoongi’s choice of keeping them alive didn’t come without a deal. He told them he’d keep them alive if they instilled fear into the news townspeople about the monsters lurking in the shadows. They shouldn’t be messed with. Vampires. And they both did. Yoongi’s friend even gave Yoongi a beautiful baby girl—who was then killed by a migrating town when they realized the baby could cry without a heartbeat. The woman who bore him the child, the woman whom he loved, took her own life. She was distraught after the death of her baby. Yoongi spiraled, acting out another rampage. That one had lasted two decades, at the end of his wrath on the town he made sure to plant vampire babies everywhere, most of which were swiftly killed off. Although some remained it was very few and they never came back to that god forsaken town. Jungkook, Yoongi assumed, had been one of his offspring; no other vampires lurked in the forest but Yoongi. He never picked up on the bittersweet scent of death on anyone in town. Jungkook was his son. 

But beyond taking his spotlight Jungkook was nothing but a scared little boy. Sure he was nineteen, but he was afraid of his power. He didn’t embrace it. Yoongi watched the other night as the men entered the cave. He would let Jungkook handle it, but at the hint of trouble, he’d swoop down and kill every man in sight, that was the plan but it never came to that. Jungkook had some sort of moral code that Yoongi couldn’t comprehend and to his surprise everyone walked out of that cave alive. 

He didn’t understand him. 

“I’m not a demon.” Jungkook mumbled, his words muffled beneath his hand, but Yoongi heard him just fine. There it is again, the misunderstandings. Yoongi had seen Jungkook in town before, during his monthly hunts for blood. When he would snag a human being no one would notice disappearing, more often than not that was homeless people or the sick and elderly. Jungkook was strong before his transformation but this gift, this power multiplied that by a ton. Jungkook was not only stronger and faster, no cursed disease like the one that killed him could affect him ever again. And yet, he didn’t want it. He didn’t crave the God-like power that Yoongi had unknowingly given him. 

“Well, you’re certainly not a human.” Yoongi remarked hearing a low snarl in turn. “What? Are you offended? You’re dead, Jungkook, just like me.” Jungkook turned away fully prepared to leave Yoongi behind, he didn’t need this. He didn’t need protection, he wanted to die, he wanted the curse bestowed upon him to be taken away, he didn’t want to be a demon or anything like the sarcastic asshole named Yoongi. 

“Jungkook, wait.” Namjoon followed behind him tugging at his wrist just before he entered his hideout inside the cave. “I came here to talk to you about what’s been going on in town while you’ve been away.” Yoongi watches the two silently, scoffing as Namjoon unties his cloak spreading it out along the leaves. A little dirt won’t fucking kill you, Yoongi thinks as they sit down facing one another. “There’s been some..offerings for your life: food rations, animals, gold. The whole town is set on killing you.” Namjoon explains as Yoongi’s eyebrows raise. 

“The whole town, aye? That includes you?” Yoongi questions, stalking forward.

Despite his earlier behavior Namjoon still fixes Yoongi with a harsh glare. “No.” Namjoon says, turning his ridiculously broad back to Yoongi. 

“Nammo—“

“Namjoon.” 

“Whatever, this isn’t anything new, we know—Jungkook knows he’s being hunted. Why’re you really here? You’re the son of that guy, right? Banku-“

“Bakun.” 

“He was leading the hunters right to Jungkook. How do we know this isn’t a set up? Or you weren’t followed? Wouldn’t your father notice you’re missing?” Yoongi’s sharp eyes stay on Namjoon, but he still notices Jungkook recoil into himself, distancing himself from Namjoon. Even if unintentional Yoongi is glad to have planted a seed of doubt inside Jungkook when it comes to Namjoon. Humans have proved to Yoongi over the years that no matter the emotional weight of the relationship prior to a person transforming humans would always uphold the ideas of the church which is that people like Yoongi, like Jungkook needed to die. 

For fucks sake Yoongi’s closest friend ratted him out to the village after he turned. 

Although Namjoon’s scent hadn’t spiked with anything bitter which would clue Yoongi into Namjoon lying or having ill intentions, the problem is that Namjoon seems intelligent, he could’ve learned how to mask his scent if he looked for the right information. 

“No he wouldn’t.” Namjoon replies, turning all his attention back to Jungkook. “Kook, there’s something you need to know…” Namjoon says carefully, pausing as he contemplates how he should word this. Namjoon has no clue how he’d fare in Jungkook’s position especially after the news he has for him, but he has to tell him it’s only right. “Yes my father is leading the hunts physically but behind the scenes…” Namjoon inhales a shaky breath. “Dae-young,” he looks away from Jungkook as he sees him perk up at the familiar name. “He’s the one offering the most for your death. Gold, his land, his animals, all of it.” Yoongi stares his eyebrows raised in confusion as the solemn atmosphere settles around them. Jungkook’s eyes turn glassy and Namjoon looks borderline uncomfortable. 

“Anybody wanna clue me into who the hell Dae-young is?” Yoongi asks, rocking on the balls of his feet. 

Namjoon looks up, opening his mouth to fill him in, but Jungkook is faster with tears in his eyes he says:

“Dae-young is my father.”