#wip willows in gold

[goldentangerines]

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Coffee: Does your character hold a lot of grudges? What is something they are bitter about?

thank you lots for the ask i've been thinking about it a lot today :) i'm answering this for the 5 main characters from my only wip, my baby, my silly rabbit, my right hand man, "willows in gold".

do they hold a lot of grudges?

asja: she holds grudges. not a lot, because she grew up around a lot of terrible people and got accustomed to a lot of shit so the bar is honestly underground and not a lot of people manage to get on her bad side. if they do though, that grudge is very much justified and stays for a long, long time. she has to learn acceptance and forgiveness like a resocialized puppy and it's a long, painful ordeal.

damian: he holds a grudge against two or three people from home, and it's honestly just over childish things from his earlier childhood he doesn't actually remember the reasons for in detail, like teenagers do sometimes. he's 14 after all. he somehow has to teach asja about forgiveness because she knows even less about resolving conflict and letting go than him, so they're both screwed in this aspect. blind chickens and all.

olande: she doesn't hold grudges, because everyone who ever wronged her is dead :) and she's very much fine with that. letting go of something is quite easy when the reason for it doesn't breathe anymore.

yemele: you couldn't count the grudges, and you shouldn't because it's actually just ridiculous. she's the soul of an old lady trapped in the body of a 12-year-old trapped in the body of a 30-something hunted woman what's there not to be pissed about. let her be!

laïr: he's the epitome of forgiving, collected, wise ruler. nonetheless, he holds one singular, festering grudge, rooted in deep hurt and a broken heart, against his former fiancée. he doesn't know where they went wrong, and he knows she's not at fault alone, but it's still like a poisoned ring around his heart, and it won't be easy to bring it to ease and heal. he's not entirely rational in this aspect.

what are they bitter about?

asja: the easier question is what ISN'T she bitter about and the answer to that is damian. she's never regretted taking him in as her brother and teaching him everything she knows. the time before that was too grey and hazy to be happy, and the time before that was beautiful but short-lived, and she curses herself for falling for such an obvious honey-coated trap. she's bitter about trusting the wrong person. there isn't much in her past that she would call sweet and mellow. she's bitter about her birth, her ascension to crown princess, her harsh, cruel upbringing, because she never deserved this (or maybe she did?), she scorns her trust and hope and the fact that she still believed she could save herself, she's bitter about the scars and the gold and the chains. about the mercenaries down in the prairies of the west, the letter, the long travels. she's bitter about losing the battle against the seas around sillave, the cold winters, the salty water down below and the sugary-sweet tears in her eyes. she's bitter because she had everything in the palm of her hand and was foolish enough to lose it all. (she wishes she was never born and at the same time, deep down, is so incredibly happy to have made it through, so she could have damian as her brother.) she can't let the bitterness go, she just can't.

damian: he's bitter about a few select things he never talks about, not even with asja. he got a gift, once, and he's still regretting accepting it. he's bitter about his old life, sometimes, and the way he's lost it, even though he's glad he got to meet asja and got the new life he's leading (most of the time).

olande: she's bitter about her father and brothers, and how they died. how she could've saved them, maybe, or maybe not but at least died with them, as a family. she's bitter about having to leave her motherland, leave her home and customs and language behind. she's bitter about never being enough for anyone or anything. she's bitter because in the end, it won't matter. she's bitter because she's not good enough a tool to not be expendable; she's not doing her job good enough. (she's wrong)

yemele: she's bitter as a lime zest but also would never change anything about how her life went, so what does that make her? bitterness is (in my opinion) somewhat connected to having regrets, and yemele doesn't regret anything. she understands that she's in this situation now, and it doesn't really matter how she got here: it was necessary, or else she wouldn't be here. it matters only what she makes of it, and sacrifices need to be made. she's willing to do it, and there's no need to dwell in the past, even though it was shit.

laïr: two sources of bitterness, as festering as his grudge! 1) the disappearance of his fiancée (read: leaving him at the altar) — what did he do wrong, why right then, what could he have changed? could he have done anything to make her stay, to keep her by his side? it still keeps him awake at night. 2) his birth and birthright. he would never dare to say it out loud because it could cost him his head even as crown prince, but he wishes he could've been born as someone different. in the past years he's grown weary of the crown and his status, of the duties, and even of the privilege granted to him. he's convinced he could've led a better life as a scholar, a merchant or even an acolyte. maybe even a farmer. he's also bitter about it because it's the thing that made him meet his fiancée in the first place.

[surroundedbypearls]

I made some edits using lyrics from Evermore, which I listened to a lot while writing my WIP 'To Catch the Sea'. I would say the vibes are pretty similar. (and oh look it's marjorie she's here yet again)

willow

dorothea

happiness

gold rush

marjorie

cowboy like me

ivy

evermore

“Why is this side so empty?” Adam asked, as he took a step towards the edge of the wall, one hand on his bag, the other out for balance. The expanse of long grass and vivid green trees stretched out before them. There was something different about it. It was a new kind of untamed he hadn’t seen anywhere else, not even on the coast. Not even at the wildflowers of the cliffs. “It’s old land. Spiritually charged.” Shay glanced at him, smile teasing. “Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” Shay’s freckles seemed even more vibrant here. Maybe the energy truly was different this side of the island. As he breathed it in, it hummed gently in his chest, in his veins. None of the dragons’ prayer sites felt so magical, none of them. Not even the chimeras’ grove he’d sneaked into felt had such a strong pull.

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[theeccentricraven]

What is the keeper of Maralla about? Who are the MCs and how did you Come up with this particular WIP?

Thank you for asking 💜 The Keeper of Maralla is a unique type of fantasy world that I haven't seen before myself in any book or film. The story was born over a process that began when I was in middle school, when I read one of my earliest fantasy novels - The Gold Unicorn by Tanith Lee. One of my favorite movies as a kid was Willow (still love to this day). After The Gold Unicorn, 7th grader me thought, "What if there was a fantasy world like Willow but with machines?" The idea expanded in high school when the LOTR films came out and I wondered. "What if there was a world like Middle-earth but with modern technology?" I also wondered if it would be possible to make a perfect society? I have an affinity for fairies. I wondered, what if a society could be perfect because it had the constant influence and enchantment of the fairies? I also really love Celtic mythology and listen to Celtic music that portrays Celtic folklore. I also learned about "fairy rings" from a Choose Your Own Adventure book, where the story involved going back in time through a "fairy ring" that was a circle of flowers. I researched and found fairy rings are actually circles of mushrooms. As I gathered ideas like a stewpot, I envisioned the character of Juva, who looked like me, and her friend Maralla who looked like an old friend. How I came up with the name of Maralla is funny - long story short, I misread end credits of a popular BBC series. It all brought me to a point where I got the idea for the story of Juva and Maralla through two songs by Loreena McKennitt. "Stolen Child" envisioned the beginning of the story. "Courtyard Lullaby" envisioned the end of the story.

The story is about Juvara Branika of the Toren clan, called Juva, who starts the story at age 14 (story spans a three year period so she's 17 in the end). She's a farmgirl in Lurisika, a country that adores the fairies. Her clan is sworn to protect their country. Juva is tasked to watch over Maralla, a mysterious teenage girl who was found in a fairy's ring within the Enchanted Lands. Juva later discovers that Maralla is the same Eternal Queen who her ancestors were sworn to protect. The two must now go on a journey to fulfil Maralla's destiny to defeat the resurgence of the dark sorceress Ishanna. They follow a winged unicorn who is supposed to guide them down the right path. They unexpectedly end up in the nation of Lendona, the polar opposite of Luriska with the a long history of war and dark magic. Juva and Maralla end up crossing paths with Jorem, a teenage boy and necromancer, who Juva sees as the enemy before she realizes she's in love with him.

I admit I've long been hesitant to share because it's a different kind of fantasy, but I like to find like minds. I even became more motivated to write it when I saw a YouTube video arguing that fantasy should stay "medieval". I hope my story says otherwise.

[aria-ashryver]

WIP Wednesday!

(yes, on a Saturday. Shh. It's fine.)

Thank you so much for the tags @stars-are-within-me @aallotarenunelma @peonierose !! This is was a lot of fun! 💖

Here's a ✨far too lengthy✨ look at some things I'm working on at the moment, because brevity? Don't know her!

Immortal Desires: Starlight, Chapter 38

‘I don’t ever want to fight with you again,’ Gabriel said on an explosive exhale, agony shaking loose from his lungs to lift free into the stale air. ‘I had no idea how much it would ache, not being by your side. Now that I know exactly what I’m missing. Never again.’

‘That shit sucked, yeah,’ Cas agreed, turning his head to press an idle kiss to Gabriel’s temple. ‘But, like… never? I dunno — that’s most of my schedule for the week. I had light bickering pencilled in for Thursday right after lunch, I’d hate to reschedule at such short notice. And then “fundamental disagreements about toast”, that’s locked in for Friday morning, after I bring you breakfast in bed…’

Cas shook his head ruefully.

‘Yeah, I just don’t see how I can get out of that one. Sorry, Adalhard.’

Gabriel sighed, a warm thread of laughter trickling down his throat to settle behind his ribcage. He nuzzled his cheek in closer —somehow— smiling against Cas’s skin.

‘Oh, you’re right,’ Gabriel said. ‘That would throw us right off for “squabble about whether to watch Blades or Bloodbound” on Friday night, god. We can’t miss that again.’

‘I’m sorry, Adalhard,’ Cas repeated.

His voice was insistent, tight with feeling; blinking, Gabriel looked up to see a muscle flickering in Cas’s jaw, his eyes bright and glassy.

‘I’m sorry, Gabriel.’

Immortal Desires: Into the Witch-Dark, Chapter 1

‘That was terrible. Again.’

Morag snapped her fingers; a sharp crack that echoed and warped in on itself, folding within the edges of space and time as they stole along an inky shore of black twilight. A sea of gold stars washed over Luca’s skin, turning it dazzling in this far-away, nothing space.

‘I’m trying,’ Luca gritted out, waiting to catch their breath where there was none to catch. A curious emptiness ached in the place where their lungs should be — here, he was little more than light, and choice, and reason.

His great aunt stared down at him, unimpressed. Where Luca would have met her gaze, he saw nothing but two burning, searing holes, the vacant glare behind them hungry for knowledge.

Funny that a ten foot light-being in a vaguely humanoid shape could still look so, so deeply unimpressed.

‘We have a handful of weeks, a month, at best, to get to the bottom of this. We don’t have time for “trying”. Succeed or die. Those are our choices.’

Luca scoffed. ‘Yeah, no pressure.’

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Aerin Fluff

After last night’s dismal attempt at putting together a meal —when Willow had politely but firmly told him that what he had created was an affront to nature and gently escorted him away from the cooking area— he’d woken this morning determined to redeem himself.

In the cooking department, at least.

Like his other attempts at redeeming himself, it wasn’t exactly going great.

‘I am nothing if not consistent,’ Aerin said to no one in particular as he watched a spray of oil spit and leap from the sizzling pan. He yelped as it landed in the flames, the fire leaping up in an orange-red column of flame.

‘Woah, there, let me just—’

A large, calloused hand reached past his waist to grab the pan by the handle, adjusting it on the cooking stand until it was no longer in danger of setting itself, Aerin, and the entire Whimsywood aflame.

‘Okay, first we save breakfast, then we save Morella.’ Dorian fixed Aerin with a grin. ‘Move it.’

Bumping him out of the way with his hip, Dorian took over at the helm.

‘I had everything perfectly under control,’ Aerin lied.

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Nia angst

He’d knelt before her to tug out her old, ragged laces, grinning up at her as she’d wobbled on one foot, balancing her hands on his shoulders. He re-laced her boots with swift, deft movements, stealing half a moment to lay his hand over her own when he was done and give it a quick squeeze.

‘Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall in front of the dwarves of Zaradun, now, would we?’

His palm was broad and calloused, warm where it lay over her own. It was the first time he’d touched her in nineteen days. Since he’d healed her by the lake in the Whimsywood. She’d counted. She ached for him. All too soon, Dorian drew is hand away and rose, tossing her a carefree wink as he sauntered off.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

It never did, these days.

Blades of Light and Shadow: Dorian (MC) x Aerin angst + smut

[A/N: no smut in the excerpt but there is a smooch 🥰]

Aerin worried his lip. ‘I wanted… I wanted to believe it was real,’ he admitted. ‘That even despite all I’ve done, there might somehow be a way. That you could truly—’

‘Love you?’ Dorian cut him off, his gaze insistent. The night air lashed wildly around them, branches whipping in their trees. Though it was cold, Aerin’s skin seared beneath Dorian’s hands. ‘I do.’

Aerin blinked. ‘W-what?’

Frozen, Aerin could only watch in quiet bewilderment as Dorian lowered his head to meet him. He caught Aerin’s lip between his teeth, biting down on a snarl, kissing him with a fervour that bordered on punishing. A needy moan escaped Aerin’s throat as he opened to him, their tongues meeting in a heated glide that had Aerin grateful for the tree at his back, lest he lose his footing entirely.

They broke apart on a shuddering gasp. Heat flooded into Aerin’s cheeks.

‘Does this feel real to you?’ Dorian growled.

For a long time, they simply looked at each other. Dorian’s gaze bore into his own, and all at once, Aerin understood he wasn’t looking, he was seeing— Dorian saw to the very heart of him; all his bitterness; all his lies; his hate and pain and open scars and chose to love him anyway.

‘Say it,’ Aerin choked out, his voice a colourless whisper, the weight of the revelation so immense that it had all but rendered him mute.

Dorian tilted his head, his eyes raking slow over Aerin’s face; eyes, nose, lips, back again in tender passes.

Aerin wasn’t breathing.

‘I need to hear you say it.’

Tagging @lovehugsandcandy @nukritus and @dreamscapingsblog (and anyone else who feels like it!) in case you want to share anything you've been working on lately! I'd love to see what y'all are up to!

(no pressure of course, feel free to ignore this) 🤗🌸

[deliontower]

Hold my hand | p.m.m

paring: maverick x gn!reader

summary: You never doubted what you felt for Pete ever. But maybe he has. After a strange conversation you begin to worry it might be all over.

warnings: swearing, whole lot of angst, spoilers for the second film and fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im honestly not even sorry im full on in love with maverick now and I blame my friend. anyway enjoy this mess. You can tell this has been a slow writing year for me cause this has been a WIP since June.

Readers call sign is willow i have no reason other than I like it

MASTERLIST REQUEST

It was official you were running late.

Rooster’s birthday party had started half an hour ago and you weren’t even ready.

You were shocked by how little you knew your own apartment. Your organisation skills had gotten worse since Maverick had moved in with all his things. Before that you had a somewhat idea of where things were.

Like the grey top you liked to wear during training, when it was clean it would be thrown over your least favourite chair in the kitchen (along with all the other clean laundry) and when it was dirty it would be rounded up in the left corner of the bathroom.

But an unshocking fact about Maverick was he liked things clean and in order. And you couldn’t even say it was the navy training because you had the same training and still you like things how they were.

“Christ” you muttered heading to the bedroom, stopping to pet your old tabby cat that lay on the bed. Just out on the balcony sat Maverick. The balcony looked over the sea, The sky was a mix of gold and pink, his tanned skin shining in the light. At this time of day the beach was nearly empty, but you knew he was watching the sea.

It was strange the way he felt about the sea, it was a friend and a thief all at once.

You paused in the doorway and watched him, he was wearing this funny look.

“What’s with the face?” You questioned.

He smiled and looked down to his feet. “What face?”.

You straighten your back, “it’s your thinking face but not the fun one” you told him. Kneeling on the floor so you could see eye to eye . “You gonna tell me what’s going on in that mind of yours”.

He was silent, which worried you more.

“Mav? You’re starting to scare me” you stated.

He broke eye contact with you, straight away you could see his body language change and morph into a more relaxed shape. You frowned as he stood up, his head turning away from the sea and his worries.

“We better get going,” he said with a smile, then he left you kneeling on the floor. Turning your body you watched as he walked into your shared bedroom picking up the jacket you had been looking for. And left it on the bed for you.

Damn Maverick

xox

Maverick was a shockingly great actor, as soon as you walked through the doors of the hard deck he grinned to the other aviators, pressed his lips to your temple, then went over to Penny.

Still watching him you made your way to your friends. Wished Rooster a happy birthday and tried to laugh along with whatever joke Hangman made but you couldn’t stay present when you were worried about Mav.

“You good, Willow” Hangman asked, clapping a hand on your back.

You nodded, looking away from Mav. Hangman waiting for you to speak. “Yeah” you smiled.

You tried to enjoy yourself, you had a few drinks, laughed at everyone’s jokes and answered any questions that were thrown your way. But every now and then you would look over to the bar where Mav sat. Sometimes he’d be talking to Penny and other times he’d be on his phone, being very careful not to put it down on the bar.

Hangman pulled you away from your spot to question what you thought about the gift he had brought Rooster, after assuring him he did a good job and not to worry. You went back to your original spot and searched for maverick.

He wasn’t where you had seen him last, turning around in a circle you still couldn’t find him. You were about to call out for him when you spotted him sat on the deck watching the sea again.

After making sure no one was watching you opened the doors to the outer deck, pausing as the salty air blew against your skin, Maverick head tilted slightly hearing your footsteps.

“Will you please talk to me?” you begged him, lowing down to sit besides him.

His jaw clicked, the tell tell sign he couldn’t hold something back. “You sure you’re not making a mistake with me?”.

You frowned at his question. “Why would you think something like that?”.

He brought his face up, the setting sun hitting his dark brown eyes you could never get enough of. He reached out and held your hand, callus hand in callus hand. You frowned harder, confused by what he was doing.

He swallowed, gearing himself up, like he was braving himself for a fight. “I love you, you know that right”.

“I’d hope so cap” you tried to joke, letting your old pet name for him fall off your tongue. The name had an odd effect, his eyes flashed almost like he was remembering something.

Then he smiles through an exhale, his rough thumb drawing a line along your hand. He somewhat dropped his grip. “What do you see in me, Willow? I’ve seen you with the other and you could have your pick”.

You took his one hand in both of yours, even with the years that separated the two of you, you never felt a gap until now. But it was like he was making the gap. “I don’t want any of them. I want you”.

Breathing in the salty air and the leather smell that belonged to Maverick. “Where’s this all come from baby, if you want out just tell me that, don’t question why I picked you” your voice went wobbly.

“Of course I don’t want that” he said with some force, that he jumped to his feet. He ran a hand through his short black hair. “I think about you so damn much it drives me crazy, I worry about you all about, I wonder what you're doing. I-“ he stopped himself.

You felt your eyes well up, “no. Go on. What else?” You asked.

“I can’t bear to lose you, honey. I know it would end me, I can’t-“ he sniffed, then shook his head. “I can’t lose you too”.

You stared at him, knowing who the other person was. Goose. Iceman. Two wounds, one years old and still as fresh and the other. But that was grief, that wound never healed, not really. It was like a bad leg, some days it didn’t bother you at all, other days it would hurt all day long and wouldn’t stop for days and other times that pain would hit you from nowhere and the whole time you’d feel like you couldn’t breathe.

“Don’t you think I feel the same way? Not matter how many times you come back to me, for half a second every time your plane takes off i think I’ll never see you again” you told him.

He nodded and swallowed.

“But” you started, “I can take that pain and worry and whatever comes with it as long as I’m with you”. You stood up, dusting the sand off your legs, “you think you can do the same?”.

He walked up to you, closing the distance both physically and emotionally. This time he took one of your hands in both of his, his gaze locked on them. The waves crashing against the beach and the soft beat of music from the party were nothing to the hard beating of your heart.

Neither of you could speak, you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else, trying to guard your heart. You could tell what he was thinking, over head the sky turned grey, an unexpected turn.

But the whole night had been unexpected.

All he had to do was talk. To tell you he needed you, just once and you would never let go. Ever.

He inhaled, hope pricked through you.

“I can do anything if you stand by my side”.

[woodsexplored]

WERE YOU WAITING AT OUR OLD SPOT. IN THE TREE LINE BY THE GOLD CLOCK. DID I LEAVE YOU HANGING EVERY SINGLE DAY?

oliver jackson-cohen, homosexual, cis man + he/him → isn’t that ewan daniel augustine? i hear that they're the woodsman from little red riding hood. i hear they’re 36. they seem to be strong & balanced, but also gruff & abrasive. their aesthetics include the smell of chopped wood and the outdoors, cozy sweaters and warm fireplaces, rough hands and sharpened axes.

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: [ EWAN DANIEL AUGUSTINE. ] NICKNAME: [ N.A. ] AGE: [ 36 ] GENDER: [ MALE ] PRONOUNS: [ HE/HIM ] FAIRYTALE: [ THE WOODSMAN, LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD. ] ETHNICITY: [ ENGLISH. ] RELIGION: [ AGNOSTIC. ] LANGUAGE, IN ORDER OF PROFICIENCY: [ ENGLISH ] ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: [ BIROMANTIC ] SEXUAL ORIENTATION: [ HOMOSEXUAL ] SEXUAL TEMPERAMENT: [ DOM ] SEXUAL POSITION: [ TOP-VERSE ]

RELATIONSHIPS

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: [ TBD. ] PARENTS: [ TBA. ] SIBLINGS: [ redacted. ] FRIENDS: [ TBA. ]

PHYSICAL TRAITS

FACE CLAIM: [ OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN ] EYE COLOUR: [ SEA GREEN ] HAIR COLOUR: [ BROWN ] HEIGHT: [ 2.02 METRES ] BODY BUILD: [ ATHLETIC, LEAN BUFF ] FACIAL HAIR: [ LIGHT SCRUFF CENTRED AROUND THE MOUTH, EXTENDING TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE. ] TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: [ NONE. ] NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: [ VARIOUS SCARS ON HIS ARMS, TORSO AND LEGS FROM DEADLY AND LARGE ANIMALS LURKING IN THE WOODS ]

PHOBIAS AND DISORDERS

PHOBIAS/FEARS: [ tba. ] MENTAL DISORDERS: [ tba.]

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: [ WOODSMART. VERY IN TUNE WITH NATURE. CAN TRACK PREY AND PREDATOR WELL. NOT TOO WELL-READ. ] LIKES: [ AXES. WOOD. THE FOREST. ] DISLIKES: [ WOLVES. ] ALIGNMENT: [ NEUTRAL GOOD ] POSITIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ STEADFAST, STRONG, BALANCED, DETERMINED, FARSIGHTED ] NEGATIVE ATTRIBUTES: [ GRUFF, ABRASIVE, CRITICAL ]

COMBAT INFORMATION

WEAPONS: [ AXES. ]

AESTHETICS

AESTHETICS: [ THE SMELL OF CHOPPED WOOD AND THE OUTDOORS, COZY SWEATERS AND WARM FIREPLACES, ROUGH HANDS AND SHARPENED AXES. PETRICHOR. LUSH GREENY. THORNY BUSHES. THE UNKNOWN FOREST. A SINGLE LONE FLOWER GROWING IN THE UNDERBUSH. FLANNEL SHIRTS. WOODSLAND CREATURES. ] INSPO: [ TBA. ] LYRICAL INSPO: [ ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET?, ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS? // MY HOUSE OF STONE, YOUR IVY GROWS AND NOW I'M COVERED IN YOU. // LIFE WAS A WILLOW AND IT BENT RIGHT TO YOUR WIND. ]

KINKS

KINKS: [ BREEDING. COLLARS. LEASHES. VERBAL FEMINISATION. CHOKING. PUBLIC. SOMNOPHILIA. WATERSPORTS. FACE FUCKING. COCK WARMING. PRAISE. WORSHIP. OBJECTIFICATION. DEGRADATION. HUMILIATION. ] ANTI-KINKS: [ VORE. SCAT. INFANTILISM. ]

BIOGRAPHY

[ wip ]

ewan had to put down a friend that the wolf had turned previously and lost control. resented the wolf since.

red riding hood's grandfather went investigating and got eaten by the wolf and woodsman saved him by using his axe to cut the wolf open and pull the old man out.

he doesn’t see himself as a killer so there was no reason to confirm the kill once he got grandfather out. the deed was done, the grandfather rescued and the wolf assumed dead. woodsman needed to tend to his wounds and the old man so the woodsman left the cabin and carried the grandfather out.

when he eventually finds out the wolf is still alive, woodsman is confronted w the fact and dilemma of whether he’d actually hunt and try to kill wolf if there’s no one to actively save. basically asking himself if it’s for vengeance or preventing more tragedy.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Drunk-Dazed and Lust-Crazed

pairing: demigod!San x fem!reader (mentions of other idols)

genre: fluff, angst, slowburn, demigod!AU, college!AU

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (an unhealthy amount), mentions of anxiety and past trauma, suggestive themes, mentions of violence, knives, blood, (not so minor) character death, cursing

Word count: ~13.8k

Summary: San, the son of Dionysus, decides to descend to the human realm and experience the human ways of having fun for the first time in his life. But he experiences much more than that - danger, recklessness, lust… and love.

Author’s note: This fic is part of the Hamartia (Αμαρτία) collab, hosted by @sleepylixie​ and @delicatewerewolfsoul​! Thank you for letting me participate in this amazing collab <3. The header was made by @intokook (original gif by @fixons​). Here’s a mini playlist to get you in the mood of the fic. Another huge thank you to @himbocoups​​ and @bitchlessdino​​ for giving me the necessary push to actually finish this TWO YEAR OLD wip.

taglist: @aliceu​ @heresyourramen​ @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness​​ @choism​​ @flowerwonu​​

This fic does not portray San in real life in any way. This is pure fanfiction.

©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.

Olympus.

The home of all Greek Gods, the pinnacle of their power and their majestic residence. Among the known and worshipped gods, only a few selected are able to enjoy a life next to them, most of them being demigods, born from the gods themselves.

Choi San is part of the lucky ones.

A demigod born from the God of Wine and Feast, Dionysus himself. He was born in Korea and lived with his human mother until he was five years old - until Dionysus decided to take him to Olympus and raise him as a god.

Of all the sons and daughters he had, San was his father's favorite for numerous reasons. One of them was his otherworldly beauty - chocolate foxy eyes, a jawline sharper than the most finely-crafted swords, broad shoulders leading to a thin waist and well-defined muscles covering the entire expanse of his body. San's beauty was on par with the beauty of the sons and daughters of Aphrodite, if not above. 

But that's not the sole reason.

San had a heart of pure gold. He was kind to everyone, always there to help someone in need, be it physical or psychological. He had a strong sense of justice, standing up for the weak. All these qualities earned him praises from the rulers of Olympus themselves, but San never lost his humble nature and kindness.

However, he had one miniscule flaw. Endless curiosity. And Dionysus has seen countless times how dangerous curiosity can be.

It was another bright day and San was at his usual spot, under the willow tree close to his father's shrine. A flower crown made from pink roses adorned his ashy brown hair. He was laying on the soft grass, twirling one of his white highlights. He loved moments like this, of pure serenity and peace.

But he was slowly getting tired.

He had turned 22 in human age, yet he had never experienced the ways of humans having fun on their birthdays, especially those of his age. Sure, he absolutely loved the feasts his father would prepare - the ambrosia never failed to amaze him, no matter how many times he tasted it.

But deep down, he felt an unexplainable emptiness. 

How is it like to have fun like a human? How is it like to go out and party like a human?

How is it like to live like a human?

These questions have been floating in San's mind for a long time now. He has repeatedly tried to convince his father to let him descend to the human realm, but every time, the answer is the same.

“I cannot allow this, the human realm is full of dangers, you haven't seen the things I have.”

Frankly, he's sick and tired of listening to the same thing over and over again. And he has finally worked up to the needed courage and make his wish come true.

San gets up from his spot and sprints to his father's shrine, hoping he would find him there. As he enters the majestic temple, he is both delighted and terrified to see Dionysus himself sitting in the throne, enjoying a glass of wine.

"Ah, San! What brings you here today, my beloved son?"

"Hello Father" San says as he rubs his hands together, trying to get rid of his anxiety. 

“Is there something troubling you, my son?” Dionysus asks as he descends from his throne and approaches San. "Actually, there is, but I have finally found the courage to speak", he straightens his posture and Dionysus smiles. 

“Go on, boy, I'm all ears.”

San takes a deep breath and opens his mouth to speak. 

“As you know, I became 22 years old a few days ago and you asked me for a special gift, but didn't give you an immediate answer. I gave it a lot of thought and I have made up my mind.”

“What is your wish, my son? Speak and I shall grant it.”

“I want to go to the human realm.”

San immediately feels the atmosphere darken as Dionysus drops his smiley facade and anger is written all over his face. 

“Time and time again we've had this discussion, my answer remains the same. You will not leave Olympus!” Dionysus growls, but San does not yield.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you could give me one good reason to stay here” he grits his teeth. 

“Good reason? Have you gone mad, son? You are living in Olympus, you receive the same treatment as if you were a pure God! What other reason could you possibly need?!”

“I want to know what it's like to live like a human, Father. They are mortal beings, yet they feel like they are immortal, like you. They don't live in the residence of gods and goddesses, but they make it look like they live in paradise. They do not feast and eat ambrosia, but they can party for days as if they are tireless” San explains, holding the stars in his eyes, completely awestruck by the human lifestyle. 

“Oh, San… You're still so young and pure, my son. While your words hold the truth, you must never forget that every light casts an equal shadow. There are humans who have more virtues than some gods, but there are also humans whose evil nature can compare to Hades himself. These people will try to take advantage of the kinder souls and I cannot even imagine the horrors some of them have been through” Dionysus admits and San is slightly disheartened at his father's words. 

“You, my dear San, are one of the purest souls I have ever encountered in the time I've walked upon in all the existing realms of the universe. A trait definitely inherited by your mother, as well as your beauty” he continues as he caresses San's cheek in a very affectionate way. 

“I would be damned if I let you become tainted because of some wretched humans, hence why I took you to Olympus with me.”

“Father, I truly appreciate your worries and I'm beyond thankful for having such a caring father figure. However, I'm not a child anymore. I can handle myself just fine, I've learned how to differentiate people based on their motives. Besides, you have said that I can have everyone in the palm of my hands by just looking at them, right?” San smirks and Dionysus laughs, its echo filling the shrine.

“I guess it cannot be helped anymore. It was bound to happen at some point and apparently, the time is now” he announces and San's eyes double in size.

 “Father, are you saying-”

“Yes my son, you are free to visit the human realm as you see fit.”

San literally jumps out of joy due to the good news and hugs his father. 

“I will be forever grateful to you, Father!” he says with a beaming smile. 

“I am not finished yet, San. You are free to visit the human realm, on one condition: You must not fall in love with a human” Dionysus adds and San is left dumbfounded. 

“Um, I… understand, but why?” he asks out of curiosity again. 

“Only a few selected demigods are allowed to live in Olympus along with the rest of the gods and goddesses, simply because most of us have a lot of offsprings, for better or worse. However, demigods falling in love with humans usually leads to more offsprings, who still have a fragment of divine power, but end up using it in corrupted ways. As a result, these demigods are forever banished from Olympus” Dionysus explains and San feels a chill run down his spine. 

“Worry not, Father. You have my word, my journey in the human realm is purely out of curiosity” he smiles and skips happily out of the shrine.

“If only I could tame the ferocious curiosity you had in you, son. Let's hope it won't get you in trouble.”

A few months later….

Saturday night, the streets of Gangnam are filled with young people, all of them ready to dance and drink the night away, to their hearts' content. All types of restaurants, bars and clubs are almost full, the owners rubbing their hands, as if they already feel the money flow through their cashier machines. 

Not everyone has the same thing going on in their minds though - some people want to find someone to spend their night with, someone else wants to drink in order to forget a painful experience and others just want to have fun with their friends or significant other. And there are those people who want all of the above. 

San is one of these people.

But there is a basic difference between San and the rest of the world - he is a demigod, which gives him a huge advantage over pretty much everything in talks of tolerance and energy. You could even say he holds an enormous amount of power.

However, the more powerful someone is, the more insatiable they become. Whether it's money, fame, people, the more you get, the more you want. In San's case, it is a bit different - it's living to the complete edge of life itself.

When he first landed on the human realm, it started off quite innocently - it was just a glass of soju with a human boy his age, Wooyoung. This boy had a few more friends and he introduced them to San. Even if he was awkward at first, they quickly made him feel comfortable in the group and San couldn't be any happier. 

He felt like he finally belonged somewhere, with people he met and befriended on his own, not because of his supernatural powers, but of his sheer excitement and warmth. He had managed to make his own friends.

The visits at the soju place became more frequent and more crowded, since it wasn't just San and Wooyoung anymore. But after a while, they started getting bored of it and wanted a change. They were boys in their early twenties, after all, it was expected to seek a new experience.

“Yo, wanna check out the new club that opened at the corner of the street? Heard they got some pretty good booze there” Changbin says while downing a shot of soju. 

“Booze or boobs?” Yeonjun, another boy in the group, snickers and Changbin raises an empty bottle at Yeonjun's head. 

“Why not both? These two are always a good combo” Wooyoung smirks, “Besides, it was about time we did something different, right Sannie?” 

San perks up at Wooyoung's words and he can already feel his blood rush faster through his veins. 

“Damn right I'm in!” he exclaims and the boys laugh, as they raise their glasses and drink once more.

“I’ll get a head start, need to go check the sound equipment - don’t want anything to fuck up in the middle of the night” Changbin downs another shot of soju.

“I’ll join you, Bin” Yeonjun gets up, putting on his coat.

“You know stuff about consoles, Yeonjun?” San asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, he just wants to fuck around and post stories on socials” Changbin snorts.

“Fuck off, Seo, it’s called promotion - Hak will be thanking me” the taller man throws a light punch on the shorter male’s arm, “Anyways, we’ll be off now -  see ya later, darlings” and they disappear from the shop.

“Yah, San, c'mon dude, let's get going, we're gonna be late!” Wooyoung whines, pulling San by his sleeve in a kinda aggressive manner, as they were walking towards their destination, where Changbin and Yeonjun were waiting for them. 

“Are you sure we'll be able to get into the club? They did say it's very hard to even get inside, let alone book a table…” San trails off and Wooyoung laughs. 

“That is for the commoners, my dear friend, and I assure you, we're not commoners. Besides” he flips his hair dramatically, “The owner's son is a very good friend of ours and a regular at the club on top of that” he winks and San smiles, relieved that they will be able to have fun properly. 

“You must have a lot of connections around here, don't you Woo?” San asks, half impressed by his friend. 

“Hmm well, not really, it's mostly Yeonjun, 'cause he works in a model agency, so it's normal for him to be popular and have lots of connections here and there.”

“Well, yeah, but...” San trails off, “You’re in a dance crew, aren’t you? I mean, you must be pretty popular too”.

Wooyoung chuckles and San raises an eyebrow in question.

“I do have some tricks up my sleeve, Sannie, but I choose to use them wisely”

“Care to elaborate?” San asks and he is startled by some female voices gasping and giggling.

“Oh my God, it’s Wooyoung!”

“He looks so much hotter in person.”

“Ugh, I could pay for all his drinks just to get his attention.” 

“Hey, who’s the hottie with him?”

Wooyoung catches on and sends a wink towards the chattering girls, making them squeal in return. San is stunned by his friend’s action and Wooyoung waves a hand in front of his face. 

“See now? That’s what I meant earlier by tricks up my sleeves.”

The boys finally reach the club and witness an alarmingly long line of people waiting to get in. 

“Um, are you 100% sure you can get us in?” San asks again and Wooyoung rolls his eyes. 

“Watch with your own eyes.” and he goes in front of the security guards, he shows a card and as if on cue, they open the door. San's mouth hangs open in surprise and Wooyoung laughs, waving to him to follow him, completely ignoring the infuriated beeline of people shouting in protest.

As they finally get inside the club, San is greeted by neon lights, loud EDM music playing through the huge speakers and people around his age dancing and drinking mindlessly on the first and second floor of the club. For most people, it would be a cacophony of fun, but to San, it was one of the most exciting things he had ever witnessed in his entire life. 

“Finally, what the fuck took you so long?!” Changbin yells to make himself heard over the noise. 

“Fuck off, Bin, we're here now” Wooyoung sneers, “Hey, Hak, what's up, bro?” he greets the unfamiliar boy. 

“All good, Woo, the usual shit. I see you brought a new friend with you.” the boy says, looking at San with a beaming smile. 

“Hey buddy, I'm Juhaknyeon, but you can call me Haknyeon or just Hak.”

“Nice to meet you, Haknyeon, I'm San.” San greets back the boy.

Is he really the owner's son? He looks way too innocent, San thinks as he studies Haknyeon's face - light brown hair falling on his forehead, pink plush lips, big brown eyes and a beaming smile. If he wasn't human, he could easily be a son of Aphrodite.

“What's your order?” Haknyeon asks San. 

“My order?”

“He means what you're going to drink, dumbass” Yeonjun laughs and San is startled. 

“O-Oh! I'm fine with anything, honestly” he waves his hands in defeat and Wooyoung exchanges a knowing glance with Yeonjun. Changbin looks at them and facepalms, already knowing what is coming up. 

“Oh boy, you did not just say that” he mumbles and San is left dumbfounded.

“Did I say anything wrong?” 

“Depends on how well you handle your liquor” Haknyeon replies. 

“Pretty well, actually” San admits - he's the son of Dionysus after all, but that's a detail he shouldn't share. Wooyoung and Yeonjun snicker almost maliciously at San's words and he raises an eyebrow. 

“We'll see about that, Sannie boy” Wooyoung smirks and yells to the waiter to bring them a round of shots and a bottle of whiskey. 

“Tonight, my friend, is the night you'll get shitfaced and laid.”

To say that Yeonjun and Wooyoung were surprised would be a total understatement.

They half-believed San when he said he could handle his liquor, but they definitely did not expect this.

“One more!” San yells and the newly swarming crowd around him starts hollering, egging  him on to down another round of tequila shots. Haknyeon was watching in pure amusement, while the original troublemakers were hanging their heads in defeat.

“Which round was that?” Yeonjun asks.

“Dude, I swear I’ve lost count, this motherfucker has no mercy” Wooyoung half-whines, still not able to accept his embarrassing defeat “Even Bin is on the verge of passing out, for fucks sake!”

Of course, San was in his own happy world, drinking to the point of alcohol poisoning, but looking and feeling like woke up from the most refreshing sleep ever. Suddenly, he feels a lithe hand smoothing over his shoulder and he turns around to see one of the girls who were fawning over him and Wooyoung a few hours earlier. 

“Oh hey, I remember you!” San remarks in an enthusiastic manner and the girl gives a sultry smile. 

“Hey cutie, thought it would be a good idea to say hi” she says and trails a manicured nail down his chest, “Wanna talk somewhere more...private?” she tilts her head in a suggestive manner. 

Something clicks in San’s brain, as if a switch was turned on and unleashed a brand new sensation all over his body. 

It was a strange feeling and it was making him feel hot everywhere. 

Lust.

In a split second, he grabs the girl’s wrist and pulls her to the club restroom, the music significantly lower now, drowned in the background. He pushes her on the wall, hands firm on her waist. 

“Is that private enough for you, sweetheart?” San licks his lips and tilts his head towards the girl’s neck, his breath fawning over her skin. 

“Hot and smart, you’re a catch, pretty boy” she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a feverish kiss. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue, but he didn’t care and neither did the girl. They were both too caught up in the moment to care about such things, any hint of rational thinking was gone, replaced by lust and need.

San pulls away momentarily, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. He looks at the girl’s swollen lips, a train of not so innocent thoughts running through his mind. 

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” she asks with a sultry smirk. 

“Hmm not really”, San retorts and twirls one of her hair strands around his pointer finger, “Just thinking about whether I should take you to my house or fuck you right here” he bites the skin between the base of her neck and her shoulder, eliciting a lewd moan from her lips. 

“But then again, a pretty little girl like you doesn’t deserve to be taken in a filthy restroom, am I right?” he asks rhetorically and the girl nods feverishly. He then pulls away and leads her out of the restroom and back to the table, giving her her stuff. 

“Let’s get out of here, shall we, sweetheart?” San smirks and rushes out of the club with the girl, his friends completely forgotten.

The morning finds San in his familiar bed and shirtless, which is occupied only by him, no sight of the girl he brought over last night. He notices a small note with a lipstick mark on it, something scribbled on it. She probably left her number, he thinks and ignores it. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to freshen up a bit - yes, even demigods need a splash of water to wake up. As he feels the cold water splash on his skin, he lifts his head and looks at his reflection in the mirror. 

“Holy shit…” he mumbles, as he traces his hand over the very visible hickeys on his neck and the expanse of his chest. A cacophony of purple and red blotches covering his pale skin. 

“Damn, was she a vampire or something?” he continues and turns to see his back, covered in red streaks, probably nail scratches. San remembers and a smug smirk spreads on his lips. A string of whimpers, moans and screams, spilling from the girl’s lips, as he drove her over the edge last night, more than once.

What was even more fascinating is that he had zero sexual experience beforehand. Suddenly, he feels like a light bulb just lit up inside his brain.

Since when did I get so confident?

He tries to recall the sequence of the events that occured last night. 

When did it all start? As soon as I entered the club? No, I was too stiff. When I met Hak? Nope, I was kinda awkward at first. Ugh, think San, think-

His trail of thoughts is cut short by the sound of his ringing phone. He goes back to his bedroom and picks it up without a second thought.

“Hello?” 

“CHOI SAN, YOU FUCKING BITCH, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?!” San winces at Wooyoung’s loud voice echoing through the speaker.

“Dude, it’s 9:30 in the morning, could you not scream into my ear?” he complains and he hears the familiar scoff of his friend. 

“Oh I’m sorry, your Highness, but that’s how I react when my bank account is fucking bleeding because a certain someone decided to drink his entire existence in the club!” Wooyoung snarls angrily and San is hit with a reality check. 

“How much did you guys pay?” he asks, voice laced with guilt. 

“You want the total amount or your share?”

“Option number two, please.”

“....210 bucks.” 

San chokes on thin air at the sound of the amount. 

“Just...how much did I drink last night?!”, he asks, completely mortified. 

“Hmm, let’s see… Definitely a bottle of whiskey, three plain vodka glasses and some rounds of shots. Although I lost count after the seventh one probably,’cause I was pretty much wasted” Wooyoung explains. 

“Oh my God, why the fuck didn’t you stop me?!”

“I dunno bro, you were having the time of your life, even Haknyeon was amused.”

And then it clicked. San’s eyes went wide from the realization.

“Hey Woo?”

“Yes, San?”

“What do you mean by having the time of my life?”

“Which part of the sentence exactly did you not understand?”

“Let me rephrase the question: When did it actually start?”

“Uhhh, around the time you started downing alcohol like it was water? I can’t remember much, but you looked like you could take over the world, man.”

 San feels like he’s about to lose his mind. 

“Woo, I gotta go, talk to you later bro.”

“What the f-” Wooyoung doesn’t get to finish his sentence as San has already hung up.

He rushes to the kitchen and rummages the cupboards, searching for any trace of alcohol. His mind is racing with all the possible scenarios playing out in his head. He manages to find a can of beer and he runs back to the bathroom, the can still in his hand. His eyes drift between the mirror and the can, hesitant to take the next step.

He takes a deep breath to calm down and pops the beer can open. 

“Okay, here goes nothing…” he mutters and gulps down the beer. He slams the empty can on the bathroom counter and he breathes heavily. He looks at his reflection and his eyes are blown wide as he witnesses the hickeys on his body slowly fade away, his smooth skin now back to its original state. San threads his fingers in his silky hair and starts laughing almost like a lunatic. It all made sense now - the surge of confidence, the crazy stamina and now the fading hickeys. 

He isn’t just immune to the effects of alcohol, it makes him stronger.

San is lost in a euphoric daze, he wants to scream, let the whole world know the power he holds. He’s snapped out of it once his phone screen lights up, a message from Changbin in their group chat.

binniebinniechangbinnie: Yo losers, I’m gonna be the dj at Noir Club next Thursday, wanna join???

yeonjun choimbell: DUDE I’M DOWN

San grins evilly and starts typing back.

mountainchoi: Count me in too bro

jungsexywoo: how kind of you to grace us with your presence mr. Choi

jungsexywoo: AFTER HANGING UP ON MY FACE-

mountainchoi: IT WAS AN EMERGENCY, OKAY?

yeonjun choimbell: yeah emergency *snorts*

mukhaknyeon: all good bro? you kinda disappeared last night-

mountainchoi: yeah, thanks for asking and sorry :’)

jungsexywoo: yeah, disappeared to GET HIS DICK WET

jungsexywoo: AND DIDN’T EVEN PAY FOR THE DRINKS

mountainchoi: I’LL MAKE AMENDS, OKAY?

yeonjun choimbell: are you paying for everything on Thursday then-

mountainchoi: yes.

binniebinniechangbinnie: WAIT-

jungsexywoo: FOR REAL????

mukhaknyeon: damn, that’s some real ass flex bro 

jungsexywoo: you better not disappear again or i’ll rip your balls off-

mountainchoi: i swear on the whiskey i drank last night

yeonjun choimbell: OH FUCK HE’S SERIOUS

binniebinniechangbinnie: BRO I’MMA RESERVE THE BEST TABLE FOR YA

mukhaknyeon: We wouldn’t have it any other way ;)

jungsexywoo: OH MY GOD WE’RE GETTING WASTED BITCHES🤪

mountainchoi: damn right we are😏

San closes his phone, a wide Cheshire-like smirk spreading on his lips, his mind already racing with the endless possibilities that could take place on Thursday. 

And boy, he was in for a treat from Fate herself.

“Come on Y/N, please, just this once!” your best friend Yeji begs, but you still hold your ground. 

“Hwang Yeji, I love you, you’re my best friend, but I will not come to that godforsaken club!” you deadpan and she whines. 

“But whyyy?”

“Because I don’t like clubs and you’re asking me to come with you on a THURSDAY NIGHT” you add, punctuating the last two words by furiously typing on your keyboard. 

“Can you at least pay even the miniscule attention to me or is that essay of yours more important than ME?” Yeji mocks and you glare at her. 

“Of course you’re important to me, but I’m afraid that if I don’t hand in this essay by the end of the next week, I’m doomed” you complain. 

“That’s exactly why I want you to come with me to the club!” she chirps and you grimace. 

“Are you trying to help or bring me closer to my doom?” 

“Oh just shut up and listen to me for once!” she smacks your head and you rub it in a soothing manner.

“You’ve been holed up in your room all this time, trying to keep up with your studies. I admire you for that, don’t get me wrong, but you need to live a little too!” she explains and you’re thrown into overthinking mode. 

“You’re not wrong, but still-”

“Ah ah ah! No buts, you’re coming to the party.” she slams her hand on the table and you flinch. 

“Yeji!”

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, you will come to Noir Club on Thursday night, even if I have to drag you out of your room! Not that I’ll have any problem with that since Giselle is coming too…” and your eyes widen at the mention of your roommate’s name.

 “Giselle is coming with you?!”

“Yes, and so will you”. 

“...Will there be good music at least?” you ask sheepishly and Yeji’s foxy eyes light up. 

“IS THAT A YES?!”

“Answer the question, Yeji.”

“Do you know Seo Changbin from the Arts department?” 

“Yeah, he’s friends with Jisung, why do you ask?” you raise an eyebrow. 

“He will be the DJ of the night” and your eyes perk up. 

“Hmm, interesting” you mumble and Yeji smirks. 

“Oh? Now you’re interested? Bitch, do you have the hots for Bin?!” she nudges your arm playfully and you swat her away. 

“No you idiot, I’m hoping that Jisung might be there too, it will make the party a bit more bearable.”

“Boo you wh-”

“Don’t you dare say it.” you threaten her and she raises her arms in defense. 

“Well, my job here is done, you’re free to continue your pitiful essay, see ya on Thursday night!” she waves cheekily.

“We see each other every day, you dumbass!”, you yell.

“Yeah, but you don’t count as a human with these clothes!” she yells back and you gasp, making her laugh. 

I’ll show you, you minx, just you wait until Thursday, you think.

Thursday night came around and you were contemplating on your outfit, standing completely clueless in front of your open closet. 

“What the fuck does someone wear at a club?!” you whine helplessly and your roommate Giselle peeks her head through your room. 

“Need help?” she asks. 

“Yes please, I’m lost here” you huff in defeat and she skips happily next to you.

“There is one basic rule when it comes to club parties - the flashier, the better” she grins and you grimace. 

“You just said that to a minimalist, Gi.”

“Geez, Y/N, don’t be such a buzzkill. Besides, there must be something in your wardrobe suitable enough for tonight” she adds as she rummages through the hangers. 

“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in there” you mumble and you hear an obnoxious gasp from Giselle. 

“Then what is THIS?!” she squeals as she gazes over a black velvet slip dress, one that you hadn’t worn in a long time. 

“Y/N, this is it, you must wear this!” she hands it over to you and you look at it, smile slowly fading away at the memories coursing through your mind.

It was a gift from him, for your 21st birthday. It was also his last gift.

“I’m sorry Giselle, but I cannot wear this dress” you put it back into the closet.

 “But… why not? It’s the most beautiful dress you have and you look amazing in it” she slightly frowns. 

“That’s exactly why I can’t wear it” you reply and Giselle gives you a sad smile and hugs you softly. 

“I know you miss him, bubs, we all do. But he would never want you to be sad” she states and you wrap your arms around her tight, fully knowing she is right.

He loved seeing you happy, no matter the reason.

“I hate you when you’re all wise and shit” you grunt and she laughs. 

“Now now, we should get ready for the club, the last thing I want is Yeji yelling at me for standing her up” Giselle rolls her eyes playfully and you both scramble to get ready.

You should have refused.

You knew it was a terrible idea, yet you joined them, in hopes to have fun. The club was booming from the loud music, people of all ages either half-drunk or stupid enough to grind on each other on the dance floor. This was already a waste of time and you couldn’t believe you actually got all dressed up just to see this. The thought of watching Netflix back in your room curled up in your blankets crossed your mind. 

Giselle and Yeji, on the other hand, were having the time of their life - They were on the podium next to Changbin, who was excitedly chatting with them. You could spot a group of boys behind him, probably his group of friends who reserved the best spot - the perks of being the DJ of the night, you thought, as you sipped on your Aperol.

If there’s one thing you were actually enjoying, it was your drink.

Your eyes mindlessly drifted around the club again, only to lock eyes with a boy around your age from the familiar loud group. You swore you could feel the intensity from his piercing gaze on your skin. You break off the eye-contact in a split-second, not wanting to seem obnoxious. You really wanted to get out of here.

Why did I agree to this? Why did I dress like that? I shouldn’t have worn heels, dammit-

“Hey.”

Your trail of thoughts is cut short by a smooth voice behind you and to your dismay, you turn around to see the same boy who was looking at you not a while ago. Although the word ‘boy’ definitely fails to describe him.

Short, black hair slicked back with gel showing his undercut, high cheekbones and a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds, a crimson crushed velvet suit framing his toned body. He was wearing only a vest under the jacket, no undershirt and you could spot the black swirling ink creeping from his collarbones, seemingly in the shape of roses. He screamed danger, everything about him was a red flag.

“I saw you looking earlier.” he muses and you sip your drink. 

“So were you.”you bite back and he smiles.

“It would be rude of me to ignore a beautiful presence here” 

“Is that what you tell every girl you lay your eyes on?”

“Only the interesting ones.”

“So you admit I’m interesting?”

“You’ll get even more interesting if you tell me your name.”

Damn, was he smooth. 

“Y/N.” you give out your hand and he flashes a sultry smirk. 

“Choi San, delighted to make your acquaintance, Y/N.” he takes your hand and presses a soft kiss on the back, giving you a sly wink. 

“An Aperol? You must be a lightweight” he states.

“Not really, just.... not a fan of heavy alcohol” you deadpan. 

“You don’t look like you’re having fun, unlike your friends over there” and he nods over to Yeji and Giselle who now dance with some of San’s friends.

“They dragged me here, I had no intention of coming… here” you grimace and he chuckles. 

“And what if I told you that I can make your night more interesting?” he asks and you raise an eyebrow to his suggestion. 

“And what could you possibly have in mind?” you ask.

“Let’s go to my house and you’ll see” he whispers suggestively and your murderous instincts come out. You start chuckling, running a hand through your hair and swirling your drink with the other. In a split second, you dropped your happy facade and with that, your Aperol on San’s velvet suit. 

He gasps with a laugh as you storm out of the club, your night completely ruined. He turns towards his friends who are left stunned at what happened. Yeji and Giselle rush to catch up with you, heels clicking on the pavement.

“Y/N, wait! Stop running!” Yeji shouts and you turn around to see your friends panting from running. 

“What happened back there?” Giselle asks, visibly worried. 

“What happened is that I should have stayed home and not come to this fucking hellhole!” you yell. 

“Honey, please calm down-”

“Calm down?! Yeji, are you fucking kidding me?! An entitled asshole just tried to take me back to his house, thinking he was some random hook-up!” 

“Y/N, listen to me-”

“No, I’m sorry, but this is too much. I just… I just want to go home” you choke back a sob. Giselle and Yeji look at each other and they nod. “Are you two onto something here?” you ask sheepishly. 

“Nothing serious, just contemplating what we should eat for take out” Giselle smiles and the three of you laugh. 

“Come on, let’s go home” Yeji says and you walk back home with your friends.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?!” Wooyoung wheezes and Haknyeon glares at him. 

“Okay, but seriously, San, what happened?” he asks, but his question falls on deaf ears. 

“San?” Changbin waves his hand in front of San’s face, but without effect. 

“Oh God, he’s broken” Yeonjun facepalms. 

“Y/N, huh….” San mutters as his brain replays your eventful meeting. 

“Did you say something, bro?” Changbin asks and the rest of the boys turn their heads to San. 

“That girl… is really something, isn’t she?” he says with an interested smile. 

“Uh, which one? I danced with at least four” Wooyoung snorts. 

“He’s asking about the girl who turned him down, bitch” Haknyeon smacks Wooyoung and he whines, rubbing his head. 

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” Changbin perks up at the mention of your name. 

“You know her?!” San almost leaps on his friend and he’s taken aback. 

“Y-yeah, she’s friends with a friend of mine from university” Changbin says and San’s eyes light up at the opportunity of seeing you again. San looks at Changbin with puppy eyes, practically begging him and it doesn’t take more than 5 seconds to realize his ulterior motive. 

“No.” 

“But why?!” San whines, “This might be the only chance I’ll ever have!”

“I know, but I cannot let you be ridiculed like that again, bro” Changbin deadpans. 

“Ouch” Yeonjun mumbles and San sends him a death glare. 

“What Bin is trying to say is that he doesn’t want to see his friend getting heartbroken” Haknyeon explains. 

“I don’t care.” San blurts out, “I want to see her.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean it’s easy for-” 

“I said I want to see her” he nearly growls and the boys are taken aback. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this determined before, Sannie” Wooyoung pipes up, “I definitely don’t want to miss this” he smiles in a flamboyant way. 

“Just say that you want to see Yeji again” Yeonjun smirks and Wooyoung grimaces to the black-haired model. 

“Ugh, I have classes tomorrow, but I’mma skip ‘cause there’s no way I’ll be able to wake up” Changbin rubs his temples, “So yeah, if you want to see Y/N, you gotta wait a bit, bro.”

“It’s okay Bin, I can wait...Perhaps it’s better that way” San mutters, already anticipating your future meeting.

Tuesday, 10:30 AM.

“Ugh, finally, this class is over!” Giselle squeals triumphantly and you roll your eyes at her. 

“You love Ancient Greek History so much, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate it, but when it’s a two hour long lecture and I haven’t had a single sip of coffee? No thank you” she laughs. 

“Now that you mention it, wanna stop by the cafeteria?” you ask and Giselle lights up at your suggestion. 

“You are doing me a huge favor right now bestie” she hugs you. 

“I wanna go to the cafeteria too, Jisung sent me a message he’ll be there” you say. 

“Ohhh, so that’s why you want to go… Sneaky bitch” Giselle smirks. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t see Jisung that way?! He’s just a friend!” you grimace. 

“Yeah yeah, sure thing, Y/N~” she sing-songs. 

A few minutes later, you push the familiar glass door and you see your friend Jisung sitting on a table on his own, headphones connected to his phone, humming an unfamiliar tune. You and Giselle sit down and he cracks a beaming smile once he sees you. 

“Oh! Hi girls, how you doin’?” Jisung asks happily.

“I’ll be fine once I drink coffee” Giselle groans.

“Don’t mind her, we had a two-hour lecture on Ancient Greek History” you explain. 

“Oof, that’s harsh” Jisung grimaces, “But it’s over now and you can enjoy your break time, right?”

“Couldn’t agree more. By the way, why are you here on your own?” Giselle asks.

“Oh, I’m actually waiting for Changbin, he said he’ll drop by with two of his friends” he replies and you exchange questioning glances with your roommate.

“Do you know them?”

“Nope, I’m as clueless as you are” he pouts, “Anyways, I’m going to the counter, three iced americanos?” and both of you nod in unison. 

As soon as Jisung leaves the table, you turn to Giselle, who tries to read  your expression. 

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you ask. 

“If you’re thinking about the possibility of Changbin’s hot fuckboy gang showing up, the answer is yes” she smirks. 

“You’re happy?!”, you whisper-yell.

“What if that asshole comes here?!” 

“Y/N, calm down, the chances of him showing up here are miniscule. If anything, he looks like the type to hang around fancy places and the university cafeteria is not one of them. Besides, his other friends weren’t so bad, especially Haknyeon, he’s really cute-”

“You think I’m cute?” an unfamiliar voice asks behind you and you turn around to see a very handsome boy around your age, smiling towards a furiously blushing Giselle. 

“Uh, um, I- yes, I think... you’re... cute… I guess” she fiddles with her hair and the pretty boy cracks a beaming smile. 

“You’re really cute too, Giselle”

“You remember me?!” she squeals and you choke back a laugh. 

“Yes, I do, I actually asked you for your social media” he rubs his neck and Giselle gasps in realization. 

“Oh my God, you’re right! I’m so stupid” she facepalms and Haknyeon laughs.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay! Although I don’t remember meeting your friend back in the club” he turns his attention to you. 

“I… left earlier that night, I wasn’t feeling very well. I’m Y/N, by the way, it’s nice to meet you, Haknyeon” you smile sheepishly and his eyes shoot up at your name. 

“No way! It’s you! You’re the girl that-”

“You guys know each other?” Jisung shows up with the iced americanos, Changbin by his side. 

“We sort of met last Thursday at the club I was DJing for” the black haired male pipes up.

”Aw shit, I wish I could have come, bro” Jisung whines while sipping on his coffee.

“Yeah, me too” you mumble, reviving the sour memories. 

“Why do you say that, Y/N? Didn’t you have fun?” he asks. 

“An asshole wanted to take her back to his house and fuck her like some cheap whore” Giselle spits and Haknyeon and Changbin exchange worried glances, knowing full well that within seconds, the quiet cafeteria will most likely turn into a warzone. 

“Can we please not talk about it? The last thing I want right now is to talk about him” you grit through your teeth. 

“And who might that be?”

You freeze in your spot, the familiar voice sending a chill down your spine - not the pleasant kind. You turn your head towards Changbin and behind him stands your worst nightmare in the face of none other than Choi San himself. He locks eyes with you and you swore you saw a strange glint flash momentarily. Giselle was shocked, frozen next to you, Haknyeon and Changbin having regret written all over their faces. Your fight-or-flight instincts kick in and you pick up your bag, rushing out of the door without a word, leaving everyone behind completely baffled. 

“Y/N!” you hear San’s voice call to you and you speed up, not wanting to face him, but to your dismay, he’s fast enough to catch up to you and grab your wrist. 

“What the hell do you want from me?!” you yell and pull back your wrist aggressively. 

“I just want to talk to you! Is that so bad?” he retorts and you scoff. 

"What could I possibly have in common to discuss with the likes of you?" you spit with a venomous tone and San is taken aback by your aggressive tone.

He takes a step closer and pulls you, his breath fanning over your cheeks, too close for comfort. 

"You know nothing about me, so you better not make assumptions about me, sweetheart" and he punctuates the pet name, making your breath hitch. He notices and smirks smugly as he lets you go. 

"For someone who hates people like me, you get way too bothered when I call you that, don't you now, Y/N"

"Of course I get bothered when a scum like you calls me what Yun- calls me that" you correct mid-sentence and San raises a questioning eyebrow, but lets it slide for now. 

“Whatever makes your boat float, love. I just wanted to apologize to you and perhaps start over" he admits and you scoff.

"Yeah, in your dreams, asshole"

"My name is San"

"I don't fucking care" you spit and leave San behind, heading to your dorm. Fate really had a peculiar way of playing with you. 

"San!" Changbin calls his friend, huffing in the meantime. 

"Did you talk to her?"

"Does calling me an asshole count?" San mutters in defeat and Changbin frowns. 

"Is it that bad?"

"Yep. And it doesn't seem like getting any better" he runs his hand through his hair. A chuckle escapes Changbin’s lips and San glares towards his friend. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You said you wanted to get under Y/N’s skin, but so far, it’s the other way around. And you seem to like it, loverboy”

“Shut the fuck up, Bin. And don’t call me loverboy!”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re so not in love with her.” 

San sends a death glare to his friend and walks back to the cafeteria without a word, leaving Changbin behind, who was rolling his eyes.

Tuesday, 11:00 PM.

You were beyond tired - physically and mentally. The lectures ended around 4 and as soon as you finished, you headed straight to the library and then back to your shared apartment. You had zero energy to deal with anything and anyone - especially after your encounter with San at the cafeteria.

“Could you at least explain what the hell happened back there?” Giselle asks and you try to find the right words to tell her as you fiddle with the hem of your shirt. 

“Remember the guy who followed me after I left the cafeteria?”

“Short black undercut, black v-neck sweater, rose tattoos on his collarbones? Yes, I most certainly do” she replies in full detail and you roll your eyes. 

“That was him”

“Him?”

“The guy who hit on me at the club last Thursday”

“WHAT?!” Giselle squeals from surprise.

“Welcome on planet Earth, enjoy your stay” you mock and she smacks your arm. 

“Okay damn, now I understand why you fled like that”

“Yeah, I still feel horrible about that” you mumble, “I ran without saying a word and left everyone behind thanks to that asshole”

“Handsome asshole-”

“Giselle!”

“Hey, he might be an asshole, but he’s drop dead hot, okay?” she retorts and you groan. 

“Anyways, why was he here?” your roommate asks and you huff. 

“Apparently, he wanted to apologize for his behaviour back in the club and he subtly hinted that he wants a second chance” you explain. 

“Okay, maybe he’s not a complete asshole-”

“He called me sweetheart.”

“Oh no, that’s code red”

“Exactly.”

A few seconds of silence pass and Giselle sits up, facing you. 

“What are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you going to give him a second chance?”

“No.”

“You didn’t even think about it!” 

“Exactly, because there’s no way I’m wasting my time with someone like him” you state with certainty. 

“Well, it’s your decision and I respect it. But don’t you dare come to me when you fall for San” she warns. 

“Not happening!” you yell back.

“Thanks for staying tonight Woo” San says to his friend as he brings a blanket and a pillow, placing them on the couch. 

“Don’t even mention it, it’s the least I could do after not keeping my promise to be your wingman” Wooyoung admits with a hint of guilt. 

“Even if you did, I don’t think the situation would have turned out any better” San frowns and his friend’s eyes widen. He then skips to the kitchen, rummaging the cupboards for a few seconds and he returns with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. 

“Really now?”

“Did you really think you would tell me what happened without drinking alcohol?” Wooyoung deadpans. 

“Bro, we’re wearing sweats.”

“Your point being, Sannie?”

“I hate you, Wooyoung”

“I love you too. Now start talking” Wooyoung snickers as he pours the whiskey into the glasses and hands the one to San, clinking them in the process. 

A couple of glasses and an empty whiskey bottle later, Wooyoung is left utterly dumbfounded, still trying to process San’s story. 

“To summarize, you’re telling me that you went to the campus, found Y/N, you tried to apologize and she shut you down?”

“Yep” San replies, punctuating the ‘p’. 

“Damn bro, you are in for a ride with this one”

“I didn’t expect that either, to be honest. But it won’t be long before she falls for me” San takes a sip from his glass. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure, dude. Don’t take this the wrong way, but from what you told me and from Changbin’s info, dear Y/N is not your local fuck-of-the-night girl. Hell, she’s even a History major or something” Wooyoung throws his hands in the air from frustration, all while San is completely frozen in his spot. 

“A history major?”

“Oh please, don’t ask for details, I have half a brain right now” Wooyoung whines, “Can we just… go to sleep for now?”

“Sounds like a good idea”, San agrees.

“Goodnight, San.”

“Goodnight, Wooyoung.”

Later that night.....

Your skin was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering your body,  his lips creating a symphony of red and purple patterns, a blank canvas now slowly turning into his favorite masterpiece. Your whimpers and airy moans sound like Apollo’s music, if not better. Your hands search for his own, eyes seething with a mixture of lust and need. His name is rolling from your lips like a prayer. 

“San…”

“...San, buddy, wake up! San!”

San lurches forward, drenched in sweat and panting heavily, eyes blown wide. 

“Dude, are you okay?!” Wooyoung puts his hands on San’s shoulders. 

“W-water…” San mutters and the other male runs to the kitchen, returning with a glass full of water a few seconds later. San grabs the glass and downs it in one go, gasping loudly. 

“Was it a nightmare?” Wooyoung asks. 

“N-Not exactly…”, San mutters, “I saw her, Woo.” 

“Her?”

A few seconds of silence pass and Wooyoung realizes who San is referring to.

“You dreamt of Y/N?”

“Yes, I fucking did!” San whines and runs his hands through his black hair anxiously. 

“Bro, calm down, it was just a dream!”

“No, I can’t fucking calm down Woo! This was not supposed to happen!”

“San, you just saw a dream about a girl you l-”

“Don’t you dare complete the sentence” San threatens with a raised finger. 

“Or what? You’ll punish me?” Wooyoung taunts. 

“Now is not the time for jokes,Woo”, San grits and his friend scoffs. 

“Why are you suddenly acting like this? A few days ago you were all puppy eyes to Bin in order to see Y/N again and now you’re in denial? Just admit you’ve fallen in love with her!”

San falls on his knees as the realization hits him like a ton of bricks and he can hear his father’s words echoing in his head.

“Do not fall in love with a human, or else you’ll be banished from Olympus forever.”

“No no no no no no!” he yells, gradually losing his temper, “This should have never happened to me!”

“What do you mean?! It happens to anyone, you idiot, you’re not special!”, Wooyoung yells back. 

“I am special and a human like you could never understand!” San snaps and the two-toned haired male is taken aback by his words.

“What the fuck did you say, Choi San?” he narrows his eyes towards San. 

“No, you motherfucker, you don’t get to be a self-entitled bitch, thinking you’re some sort of god and we’re suddenly lower than you!” Wooyoung growls.

“And what if I am?” San raises a partially mocking eyebrow. 

“What?”

“You heard me, Jung Wooyoung”

“Are you actually saying that you’re...a god?”

“Well, a demigod to be exact-”

“Cut the bullshit, are you drunk or something?!” Wooyoung yells in disbelief

“I cannot get drunk, even if I wanted to” San replies, “You should have noticed that by now.”

Wooyoung looks at San completely baffled, as he tries to understand whether his friend has gone insane or he’s actually telling the truth. However, he can’t help but think back to all the times they went out for drinks with the rest of the boys and every single time, San was the only fully sober one, despite drinking a dangerous amount of alcohol. 

“No, it can’t be… There has to be a logical explanation!” Wooyoung gasps and San goes to the kitchen and brings back a knife and a small bottle of what seems to look like vodka. 

“If the times we went out drinking doesn’t convince you, then this will.” He takes the knife in his hand and creates a cut on his left palm, blood starting to gush from the freshly opened wound. 

“San, are you insane?! Stop-”

“Watch.”

San opens the small vodka bottle and gulps it down instantly. Wooyoung watches as the bleeding cut on his friend’s palm completely heals in front of his eyes and the skin looks as good as new. He stumbles backwards in sheer horror, not being able to fully comprehend the situation at hand. 

“What kind of fucked up sorcery is this…?” he breathes heavily, “What are you?”

San takes a deep breath before explaining everything. 

“I’m a demigod, my father is the God of Wine and Feast, Dionysus and my mother is hu-”

“Get to the fucking point” Wooyoung grits his teeth and San continues. 

“Alcohol is the source of my power - healing, enhanced senses, all of that.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you say anything, you asshole?!” Wooyoung yells. 

“I was fucking scared! Did you really think I could just waltz into someone’s life and be like ‘Hi my name is San and I’m a demigod’ as if it was the most normal thing in the world?!” the black-haired man yells back, “You would have run away in the blink of an eye!”

“No you asshole, I would never do that!”

“How can you be so sure about that?!”

“BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS DO! THEY TRUST EACH OTHER!”

“But.. you are my friend, Woo”

“Am I, San? ‘Cause it doesn’t seem like that’s the case any more” Wooyoung picks up his hoodie and throws it over his head haphazardly, picking up his stuff in a hurry, his hand on the doorknob. 

“I don’t intend on snitching you to the rest of the guys… But you better sort out your shit before it’s too late, San.”

And with that, he closes the door behind him, a deafening silence engulfing the living room. A single tear falls on San’s cheek and another one follows.

What have I done?

Wednesday, 6:00 PM.

It has been three weeks since San and Wooyoung had their fight and to San's dismay, it had affected the rest of the boys as well. They had grown distant over the days, with the exception of Haknyeon actually trying to patch up things between the two, even if he didn't know the real reason behind their argument. Yeonjun was too caught up in his own business, his schedule fully packed with photoshoots and Changbin had to catch up with his own classes.

Hence why San is sitting alone in the diner, a bowl of ramen in front of him long abandoned. The last few weeks had been rough on him and it was quite visible on his appearance - his hair covering his forehead, not in the usual slicked back style, a pair of black sweats and a grey hoodie, his outfit being a sheer contrast to his usual style. His eyes had visible bags due to the lack of sleep - partially because of you constantly appearing in his dreams, whether you were just there or underneath him.

As if on cue, he hears the door jingle open and his attention is momentarily on you entering the diner alone, a couple of thick books on your right arm. He couldn't help but stare at you, even your slightly disheveled hair due to the chilly breeze looking prettier than Aphrodite's hair. You place the books on an empty table with a soft thud and sit down, waiting for a waiter to take your order, as you open the books to start your assignments. San hears the short conversation between the waiter and you, his mind wandering, completely missing your surprised look when you spot him across your table. He subconsciously turns his head when he finally meets your frozen gaze and he's left stunned as well. Instinctively, he throws a pair of dollars on the table and rushes out of the diner. 

"Hey, wait!" you yell at him but your plea falls on deaf ears, as San runs on the pavement, making a sharp turn to cross the road ahead. He doesn't even look at the sideways and steps on the road, completely ignoring the incoming truck. Despite the constant honking of the truck driver, San is lost in his own world, not paying attention to the traffic ahead. You watch as the truck inches closer and closer to San in front of your eyes and the painful memories of your boyfriend's death cross your mind. 

No, not again!, your brain screams and in the blink of an eye, your body lurches forward, pulling San back at the last minute and you stumble back on the pavement, your back flat on the ground and San on top of you. It takes him a couple of seconds to realize he’s laying on top of you, your face morphed in a scowl, due to pain and fear. He looks at you with wide eyes and gets up immediately, helping you get up as well. 

“Are you o- Ow!” and he’s cut off by a sharp punch on his chest - your punch, specifically. 

“Are you fucking insane?! What the hell was that for?! You could have been dead by now!” you scream at him, a stray tear running down your cheek out of frustration. 

“I… I.. don’t know…” San admits breathlessly and you drag him back into the diner, away from the slowly forming crowd around you.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re still sitting at the same table with a very much silent San, who is drenched in cold sweat, mostly because this is the closest and most civil encounter the two of you have had so far. You break the awkward silence by exhaling and straightening your posture, as you close your books and divert your attention to the black-haired male in front of you. 

"Genuinely asking: What the fuck was that?" you deadpan and San looks at you with wide eyes. 

"You mean almost getting hit by a truck? 'Cause I most certainly don't know what the fuck was that either" he lets out a nervous laugh. 

"I'm talking about you storming out of the diner as if you saw a ghost"

"Oh, that. Um…" he scratches the back of his neck. 

"Are you stalking me, Choi San?"

"What? No!"

"Then why did you run?"

"Because I got scared!" he blurts out and a hint of red appears on his ears. 

"May I ask why you got scared?" you lean forward. 

"Oh I don't know, maybe because every time we meet, you're on my fucking throat?" he retorts with a braver tone. 

"Oh really? And whose fault is that? Because last time I checked, I wasn't the one who behaved like an asshole!"

"I told you again, I'm sorry about that night! Is it so hard for you to give me a second chance?!" San's tone coming off a bit more pleading than he intended, "Unless…"

"Unless what?" you glare at him.

“Unless you have a boyfriend.”

Oh boy.

You feel your chest tighten, but your pride is better than that and you carry on the conversation. 

"What makes you think I have a boyfriend?"

"I didn't dwell on it much last time, but the way you reacted when I called you sweetheart and how your tongue almost slipped out his name is pretty much enough to explain the situation" San explains, his expression remaining the same. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually discussing this with you” you scoff. 

“And what exactly did you want us to discuss, Y/N?”

“For starters, a ‘thank you’ would be very much appreciated” you sneer. 

“Thank you for saving me, Y/N” San replies dryly, “I’m still wondering about one thing though - if you say you don’t want to be associated with someone like me, why did you save me in the first place?” he adds. 

That previous feeling returns in your chest stronger than before.

“I saved you because I have basic human conscience! I may dislike you, but I would never let you die. Besides, there are people who would actually miss you if you were to die” you state. 

“Then why did you cry when you pulled me back?”

Well shit.

“I… It was out of frustration, obviously! It’s not like I see people running in the middle of the road, about to get hit by a damn truck!” you blurt out, hoping to convince San. 

“I’m not trying to guilt-trip you, Y/N, I just want to know the reason why you saved me. And I have a feeling you aren’t telling me the truth right now” he retorts. You clench your jaw and it doesn’t go unnoticed by San. A shaky breath escapes from your lips and you try to calm yourself down. 

“If it’s something you cannot tell me, I respect that. It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable” he admits with guilt. 

“God, why are you like this?” you huff in annoyance and San tilts his head sideways. 

“What do you mean ‘like this’?”

“Why are you so goddamn honest?”

“I don’t see the reason in lying anyways” San says, his words leaving a bitter aftertaste, as he remembers Wooyoung’s words during their fight. 

“I guess it can’t be helped, huh” you sigh in defeat and take a deep breath before speaking up.

“A while ago you said that I probably have a boyfriend, correct?”

“Yes, I did” 

“Well, that was partially true”

“Partially?”

“Yeah, because he’s still my boyfriend, in a way… Just...not here anymore” you rub your knuckles nervously. It takes San a few seconds to realize the true meaning behind your words and his gaze darkens in a sorrowful way. He makes a move to take your hand in his, in an attempt to comfort you, but as his fingertips brush over your soft skin, an array of images flash before his own eyes, a film of your own memories. 

A tall boy, with pastel blue hair and a smile as bright as the Sun, pulling you by your hand, as you run across a beach, the two of you riding his bike on the streets of Itaewon, eating ice cream together and him giving you your birthday present, a beautiful black velvet dress.

The same dress you wore when you met each other that night.

San felt an unfamiliar, painful sting in his chest, as if Artemis had pierced his heart with one of her golden arrows. 

He was jealous. And he hated it.

"What was his name?" he asks, choking back a sob and you look at him, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

"Jeong Yunho" the name of your late boyfriend leaving a bittersweet taste on your lips. 

God, even his name has a sweet ring to it, San thinks and he retracts his hand out of shame. 

"He was on his way to the campus, he woke up late and he was trying to get to class on time. He had taken his bike and he was pedalling through the road. He was always a very careful one, always checking the traffic lights and incoming vehicles. But that one time, that one fucking time - he didn't check. And he got hit by a truck" you sob while unfolding the story in front of San. 

"He was already dead when they brought him to the hospital, he was barely recognizable" you add, tears freely running down your cheeks, your voice now trembling. 

"Do you understand now why I saved you, San?" you ask him and he can't bring himself to form a suitable answer, the words dying in his throat. Instead, he lets his own tears speak as well. 

"I'm sorry, I have to go" you blurt as you wipe your tears with the back of your hand and pick up your stuff in a haste, leaving the diner and San behind. He drops his head between his hands and he notices the book on the table, the same one you were reading before the incident. Shoot, she must have forgotten it when she picked up her stuff. His curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the book, his eyes shooting up in surprise at the contents of the book. 

"Ancient Greek History and Myths?" he says and runs through the pages, carefully reading all your side notes and comments on each page. 

"Damn, she's so fucking smart...Why is she so smart?!" he whines in defeat. Even if he had a clear advantage on the field as a demigod who lived his entire life next to the Olympians themselves, he couldn't help but admire your passion and knowledge on the subject. 

"You really are testing me, aren't you?" San nods to the sky through the window of the diner, most likely picturing his father watching over him with a half amused, half worried smile on his face.

You return to your shared apartment in a pitiful state, eyes red and puffy from crying, your entire body aching from running all the way back home from the diner. You try to wipe them, smoothing over your hair and clothes and making yourself look presentable, not wanting to worry Giselle.

You click the door open and see your roommate laugh with a cute guy on the couch - Haknyeon, to be exact.

"Hey, stop it! You're too fun- Oh, hey Y/N, you're home!" she jumps from the couch and pulls you in a hug. 

"Hey, Gi, hi Haknyeon" you show a tight-lipped smile. She pulls back and studies your face for a few seconds. 

"Baby, is everything okay? You look exhausted."

"Don't worry, I'm okay, just beat up my brain too much" you laugh nervously, but you don't seem to have convinced Giselle. 

"I think I should get going, it's getting kinda late" Haknyeon clears his throat and smiles towards you, noticing the mood change. 

"Wanna walk you down the entrance?" Giselle pouts and the boy laughs, kissing her cheek. 

"No need, honey. Goodnight ladies, I'll see you around" and he waves goodbye, closing the door behind him.

"And now it's you and me" Giselle turns around and looks at you sternly, "You better start talking before I make you"

"...Didn't hide it well, did I?" you admit with guilt and plop down on the couch in defeat. 

"Nope, you're too honest to lie about your mood, Y/N" she smiles softly while rubbing your arm soothingly. 

“I saw San today.”

"What?!" her eyes go wide with shock. 

"He just happened to be at the same place I was studying! He was so shocked when he saw me and he literally ran away" you explain. Your mind goes back to the moment you pulled him away from the road and your hand starts trembling. 

"Y/N? What is going on, why are you trembling? You're scaring me" she holds your hands in hers. Your pent up emotions break free and so do the sobs from your mouth.

"H-He almost got hit by a truck today and I saved him at the last minute. I-I don't know what got into me, I saw him running and it, it…"

"Yes?"

"It was Yunho all over again, Gi. It felt like a deja vu"

"Oh, sweetheart…" Giselle wraps her arms around you and you cling onto her for dear life. Your phone rings abruptly and you see an unfamiliar number calling you. 

“I don’t want to pick it up”, you say. 

“Why not? It could be Yeji calling, her phone could have died from low battery” your roommate replies and you end up picking up the call.

“Hello?”

“Uh, hi, Y/N. It’s San”

“San? How did you find my number?” you ask and Giselle’s ears perk up. 

“I-I got it from Changbin weeks ago”

“You- Nevermind. What is it?”

“Um, you forgot your book on the table when you were picking up your stuff" he says and you rummage through your bag, noticing that your book was indeed missing. 

“Shit, you’re right” you admit, slapping your forehead. 

“I can bring it to you if you want to”

“Uh, um… Can you come tomorrow at 11 AM at the university cafeteria and meet me there?” you ask, trying to push Giselle away, who has been glued to your head for the past minutes. 

“Sure, I’ll be there” San replies. 

“Hey, Y/N?” 

“Yes?”

“Thank you” he says softly and your breath hitches. 

“Good night, San” and you end the call, letting out the breath you were holding.

 “What did he say? Where did he find your number? Are you meeting?! Tell me tell me tell meeeee” Giselle bombards you with questions. 

“I won’t tell you anything until you calm down!” you chastise her. 

“He has my history book, which I fucking forgot, he found my number through Changbin and he’s coming tomorrow at the campus to give me said book” you explain in one go and Giselle gasps.

“Oh my God, a date!”

“SHUT UP, GI!”, you start chasing her around the house, your voices drowning out any other sound.

Sounds, like Haknyeon’s footsteps skipping down the stairs.

“God, please forgive my actions, it’s all for a good cause, I swear” he mutters under his breath, “Make this work and I swear I won’t touch alcohol for the next three months” he prays as he exits the dorm.

Thursday, 11:00 AM.

You check your watch for the time as you wait for San to appear, anxiously bouncing your leg under the table. “Where are you, Choi San…”, you mutter, mindlessly checking your phone. As if on cue, the front door bell jingles, and San comes inside, holding your book in his arms. He spots you and walks over to your table. 

“Hi”

“Hey there. Wanna sit down?” you nod to the seat across you and San slides into the chair. 

“Um, here’s your book” he awkwardly pushes the book to your side. 

“Thanks a lot, you’re a lifesaver” you smile. 

“I could say the same thing for you” San jokes and you snort, his lips twitching in a smile, his attempt to break the ice ending up successful.

“Wow, I actually made you smile, huh” he comments and you look at him with an unreadable expression. 

“Wow, you’re actually not a total asshole, huh” you cross your arms in front of your chest with a smirk. 

“Touché” he fakes a gasp and you laugh. 

“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me about that night?”

“Perhaps. I mean, look, I’ve already saved your life and we’re actually talking without being at each other’s throats” you state and San scoffs lightly, “For real though, if someone saw us, they would either boo us or clown us until we die.”

“Not that you can actually die…” you whisper under your breath. 

“Hm? Did you say something?” San asks you. 

“Oh, I said that Giselle will definitely clown me until I die” you chuckle nervously. 

“Oh, you mean your roommate?” 

“Yeah, her lovingly annoying ass” you roll your eyes. 

“Better not say that in front of Hak, though” San runs his hand through his silky black hair. 

“If you’re trying to say that Haknyeon likes Giselle, there’s no need, because he-”

“He was at your dorm last night?” he completes your sentence. 

“Yeah. Wait, how do you know that?” you raise your eyebrow in question. 

“Uh, we um.... talked before he left his house” he lies awkwardly.

“Oh okay, that makes sense”

You hear a tapping noise close to your head and see Jisung outside of the window, signalling you to come out. 

"Shoot!" you exclaim, as if you just remembered something very important. San looks at your friend, his gut slightly churning. 

"Sorry, San, I gotta go" you say apologetically. 

"No, no! It's okay, don't apologize!" he says with a forced smile. 

"Thanks, San" you smile back and run towards the door. 

"Hey, Y/N!" he calls to you one last time,

"What is it?"

"9:30 PM, Dejà Vu bar, on Saturday!" he says and you look at him with a grin.

 "See you then!" you shout back.

You exit the cafeteria and greet Jisung with a hug and set off together. 

“Hey, what was that?” he asks you and points towards the table you were sitting with San. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask him innocently. 

“Oh come on, Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. I saw you talking with him!” Jisung scoffs, his hands resting on his waist. 

“I was just talking with him, Ji, nothing dangerous….maybe arranging a meet-up with him…” you trail off, lowering your voice and trying to hide your beaming smile.

To your dismay, Jisung heard your entire sentence.

“Excuse me? What did you say? Come again?” he squints his eyes at you, raising his eyebrow simultaneously. 

“Uhh, I said I was just nothing-”

“Not that part, Y/N” he deadpans and you feel cold sweat run down your neck.

 “Okay, fine, I have a date with San on Saturday night!” you blurt out and Jisung scrunches his face in disgust. 

“You..have a date with San…on Saturday night” he repeats. 

“Yep” you confirm, popping the last letter. 

“With the same guy who literally wanted to fuck you at first sight”

“He apologised numerous times!”

“He’s still an asshole, Y/N!”

“I thought so too at first, but he might not be as bad as I thought” you admit, reminiscing about your past encounters with San. 

“I…I just hope you know what you’re doing, Y/N. I don’t want you to get hurt”

Jisung slightly puffs his cheeks, rubbing his neck awkwardly. 

“Thank you, Jisung. I really appreciate you caring about me” you smile softly at him and pull him in a hug. 

“Of course I do, you dumbass. That’s what friends do” he mumbles back, giggling in his embrace. 

“Come on, we have a class to attend”

“...Can we not?” Jisung grins in anticipation.

“Jisung” you deadpan.

“Ugh, fine, you buzzkill” he groans in response, the both of you sprinting towards the class, hoping you wouldn’t be late.

Saturday, 9:00 PM.

You alternate between your closet and the bathroom every two minutes, bringing your hair stylers and makeup supplies, trying to match the hairstyle you want with the makeup. It has been quite a while since the last time you went on a date and you can already feel the panic reach the logical hemisphere of your brain.

“Can you please calm down? It’s just a date!” Yeji crosses her arms in slight annoyance. 

“It’s not just a date, Yeji. It’s my first date in ages!” you yell back from the bathroom, trying to blend your eyeshadow as evenly as you can. 

“She’s right, Yeji. Please show some sympathy” she seemingly coos and you mentally thank her for taking your side. 

“After all,  Y/N just wants to make a good impression on her crush!” she snickers like a demon. 

“You’re lucky I want to look good, or else I would have stabbed you in the eye with this!” you peek your head from the bathroom door, holding the eyeshadow brush in a threatening manner. 

“You’re awfully jittery tonight though, you really need to calm down” Giselle comments in a serious tone, “I don’t think San will feel comfortable if you’re tense”. 

“...You’re right, Gi, but I just can’t help it!” you huff nervously, coming out of the bathroom, your makeup now blended to perfection. 

“How do I look?” you ask, waiting for a positive answer. 

“You look absolutely stunning, Y/N. Lowkey jealous I’m not going on a date without you” Yeji pouts.

“Aww, she’s jealous~” you sing-song and she swats your arm playfully. 

“Okay, but, do I make curls or straighten my hair? Which is best?” you ask again.

“Some light curls would be nice. Here, I’ll help you with them” Yeji volunteers, taking the hair styler in her hands, twirling her finger around and you turn her back to her, throwing your hair back. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what, honey?”

“Everything, Yeji. Helping me, tolerating me” you admit, the warmth of the newly curled hair strands.

“Stop blabbering you idiot, we’re friends, of course we’d help you!” she playfully chastises you and you feel a sudden warmth engulfing your heart, a small smile spreading on your red tinted lips.

“Once again, Yeji is right. We’d help you at any time, Y/N. I even gave you my dress for tonight!” Giselle points out at the burgundy sequined dress, which fits you like a glove, hugging all of your curves perfectly. 

“Speaking of which, are you sure it’s a good idea to wear this?” you mumble and she frowns.

“Well duh? Girl, you look bomb! Besides, he’s gonna love it on ya” she winks and you roll your eyes. You check your watch and gasp once you see that you can’t stall any longer, otherwise you risk standing up San - not the ideal head start.

“Fuck, I gotta go, I’ll be late!” you pick up your stuff in a haste, bidding your friends farewell in a rush, closing the door behind you.

“I really hope they’ll get together in the future” Giselle comments.

“Ditto” Yeji agrees with a nod.

San is adding the finishing touches on his outfit, draping the black oversized blazer on his shoulders, smoothing over a few hair strands that seem a little bit out of place. Picking up his keys and his wallet, he walks out of his apartment, his feet light as a feather, feeling giddy like a school boy.

It feels like a fever dream, going out with you on an actual date - But it’s real and he couldn’t be happier. He’s walking towards his destination with a newfound excitement. He can’t help but imagine how pretty you would look - not that you aren’t naturally pretty, obviously.

His carefree moments stop abruptly when he hears a bunch of whistles directed at him by a suspicious looking group of men, steadily walking towards him.

“Look at this guy, walking all high and mighty” one of the men - most likely the leader of the gang - “Where are you off to, pretty boy?”

“None of your business” San spits back and carries on, but two of the guys block his way and he falls on them.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, kid” the man towers over San and he punches him in the guts from behind, stumbling forward as the other two men land harsh punches on his face and chest, knocking him down on the concrete.

San manages to land a kick on the leader’s shins and make him lose his balance, yet it’s futile, because one of his lackeys pulls out a switchblade, stabbing him in the abdomen twice, without mercy in a heated moment, streams of blood flowing from his newfound wounds. San is screaming in pain, clutching his stomach to stop the blood flow, but to no avail.

“Shit, let’s get the fuck out of here!” the men yell and make a run for their money, leaving the young demigod laying on the forming pool of his own blood.

“F-Fuck…” San groans in pain, barely able to move. He can’t even muster the strength to yell for help, let alone move to a nearby shop to ask for help.

Suddenly, his phone rings and he struggles to pull it out of his pocket, his fingers leaving blood stains on the screen as he manages to read Wooyoung’s contact name and number and accept the incoming call.

“W-Woo-”

“Hey San - What’s wrong? Are you okay?” the man on the other end of the line worriedly asks.

“I g-got stabbed…On the way to D-Deja Vu bar, fuck” San barely replies

“Stay fucking put, San, don’t move!” Wooyoung screams on the other end of the line, “Where are you exactly?!”

“The alleyway…next to the apartment block I live in”

“Fuck…Try to call an ambulance until I get there, just stay the fuck alive, Choi!” he hangs up and San cries out in pain, dragging his fingertips on the screen to call an ambulance.

“Gods, please don’t give up on me yet.”

Saturday, 10:15 pm.

You’ve officially been stood up by San. 

You’re angry as fuck, cold as fuck and feel stupid as fuck because you actually believed he would show up and you would have an actual date with him.

"I'm such a fucking idiot" you huff in annoyance, as you close your phone, your tenth call to San remaining unanswered, along with a bunch of your messages. You turn on your heel to walk towards the dorms when your phone rings again and you slide your finger across the screen to accept the call without checking who it is, purely out of frustration.

"Choi San, I swear to fucking God-"

"Y/N? Is that you?" 

You suddenly realize that it isn't San calling - It's Wooyoung.

"Wooyoung? What- What's up?"

"Fuck, how do I say this…"

"With your own words, for starters" you retort with an annoyed tone, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

"Shit, now's not the time for jokes, Y/N - I'm with San-"

"Oh really? You better tell him to fuck off-"

"He got stabbed."

Your blood runs cold when you hear Wooyoung say those exact words, eyes widening in fear.

"What…did you say?"

"He was on his way to the bar to meet up with you…And he got attacked by some strangers and they stabbed him, probably tried to rob him and he resisted….Fuck, Y/N, he was calling your fucking name when the ambulance took him" the man nearly sobs from the other end of the line.

"Where…Where are you now?" you thread your hand in your hair, pulling at the roots out of frustration and anxiety, tears starting to form on your eyes.

"The National University Hospital."

"Stay where you are, Wooyoung, I'm coming over." you end the call and search through for a taxi number, calling it and hoping they will get here fast - But nobody picks up.

"Fuck!" you yell and slam your phone in your bag, feeling utterly helpless.

"I'll just fucking run there, damnit" you curse and take off your heels, clutching them in your hand as you start running like a crazy woman on the street, the passersby people looking at you in shock. But you don't give a shit about it.

You lost someone once - but you won't lose anyone else, ever again.

[at-thezenith]

ten songs, ten people

thanks @mjparkerwriting for tagging me :)

Rules: Put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up. Describe how they relate to your WIP and/or worldbuilding.

im going to cheat slightly and use my actual writing playlists because there are actual reasons for these songs

1. creature by half•alive - every time i listen to this song i think about afsara learning how to harness her power. ill probably listen to this when im writing her "training montage" since it's supposed to be a sort of religious experience for her.

2. in the air tonight by lucy dacus - i KNOW this song is about religious trauma but im choosing to apply it to ola and afsara's relationship. there's a kind of edgy emotional betrayal that wipes out all progress they're making towards becoming friends.

3. make up your mind by florence and the machine - for daydreaming about battle scenes. this song is perfect for writing about two people fighting on the same side but absolutely abhorring each other.

4. soldier, poet, king - applies to my three main characters. afsara is the soldier, cosmos is the poet, and ola is the king. take from that what you will.

5. slow down by josh osho - perfect melancholy travelling song. the faery children is set in winter and this song feels heavy. it's also about a young boy trying to be a man - afsara is 19 trying to save her people from destruction and burning out in the process.

6. gold dust woman by fleetwood mac - fleetwood mac is THE band to listen to for cinematic daydreaming. about an "evil" woman, and is kind of an upcoming character's theme song icl.

7. you by greta isaac - all-consuming desire for closeness that some people would consider unhealthy, but listen. when you're stuck with someone who is quite literally half of your soul and you can't have them? you might go a little insane too.

8. would that i by hozier - again a great travelling song. makes me think of the lighter parts of the story, where the characters are sat around talking and laughing. also hozier makes very "cinematic" music imo, great to daydream to.

9. natives of the windy forest by willow - i was listening to this when i wrote the scenes where the covens perform their spells. it's a great slightly unsettling song that puts me in the mood to make my silly characters perform a little bit of murder.

10. eat your young (choral version) by hozier - creepy choral backing vocals? no music? perfect. i listen to it when im making afsara do questionable things to guild members.

tagging: @rinatthemin @sabinabardot @ettawritesnstudies @vcaudley @indigowriting @violets-in-her-arms-writes @jaydewritesfiction @cottonberryfinn @daisywords @macabremoons

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

Amidst Dancing Light~

Word count: 1440 Warnings: Mild intrusive thoughts, if you squint Wip: Gammellunden  Characters: Ruben Hylén, Anruh

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“Are you ready?” Anruh asked softly. 

“I have been since you said you had a surprise.” Ruben confessed bluntly. She shook her head fondly. “Then open your eyes.” and he did.

They were standing by a small lake, surrounded by birch and oak. With willow trees bowing down to gently kiss the water’s hand. The sun had vanished behind the treetops. Yet the water was still flushed in light, as a thousand pixies danced over the surface. Like a small piece of the celestial had fallen down, brought to life by the magic of Gammellunden.

Ruben’s eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. He wanted to scream out his joy, jump around in disbelief and ask the urroa if she was seeing the same thing he was. But he remained still, staring at the scene completely awestruck. Finding that poetic words and paintings of gold and purple were nothing in comparison. Never came close to doing the scene justice in their depictions. Ruben felt Anruh take his hand and began leading him closer to the lake’s edge. They walked slowly, the urroa taking the lead while the human’s eyes remained locked at the scene he never would’ve thought he’d ever get to see. 

“Worth the wait wouldn’t you say, lilla väsen?” Anruh spoke in a quiet vocie.

“Yeah.” Ruben breathed out. They’d stopped right by the water's edge, where gentle waves collided with the rocks. There was a good distance between them and the dancing lights. And while he could see it perfectly fine, Ruben wanted to be closer. 

With hurried and clumsy movements, Ruben kicked off his shoes. Discarded his socks before stepping into the water. It was cold- enough to make him shiver. But not enough to numb his legs or usher him back up to land. Ruben made his way further out with slow, methodical steps. Careful not to slip on seaweed or step on anything sharp that lay hidden within the depths. Soon he was standing right at the edge of the pixies’ ballroom. Most were still enveloped in the silent rhythm, and continued to dance undisturbed. But a few had ceased, staring down at the human with questioning eyes. 

He reached his hand out and offered a friendly smile. One of the pixies tilted its head, though out of curiosity rather than caution. It then flew closer, inspected his hand before taking a seat on his palm, resting its tired wings and stretching its arms above its head. Ruben’s smile became giddy. As carefully as he could he pulled his hand closer, getting a better look at the pixie who’d deemed him unthreatening. A relief, to say the least. The small creature was skinny and dark-skinned, like it was made from twigs. Its wide eyes were pitch black from pupil to sclera, and the wings were reminiscent of those of a firefly, the veins shining bright and golden. In the midst of his observation, Ruben failed to notice the swarm of Pixies coming to surround him. All equally curious about this strange new creature. A few settled on him; hands, shoulders and his soft bed of auburn curls. 

Ruben had to bite down on his bottom lips to not shriek out of joy. He could feel himself almost bursting at the seams, trembling like he would explode at any moment.

“Anruh,” he whispered gleefully. “Are seeing this?” he turned to the shore, where the urroa was still standing. When meeting her gaze, Ruben found something glimmering in her dark eyes. Something soft shining somewhere in her endless forests of pine and oak. It vanished as she averted her gaze, shifting stiffly in place. Ruben’s head fell to the side. “Anruh?” he spoke a little louder, redirecting the pixies’ eyes to her. She didn’t answer him, only regarded the scene with eyes now hooded and indifferent.  

Ruben might not be the greatest at reading people, much less be the one to figure out if something was wrong. But the urroa’s look was way different from when they’d arrived at the lake. Almost like she was forcing herself to look uninterested. Pretending that Ruben hadn’t seen that warm fire in her eyes. But he had, and as if standing in that dark forest of pine and oak, he found himself longing for it. Without thinking he began wandering in search of the source of that warmth and light.

As he walked back, the swarm of pixies followed after. No longer invested in their dance. 

“Something on your mind?” Ruben asked, tilting his head to look up at Anruh. She once again looked away. “I…” she began hesitantly before shaking her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Do you wanna get a closer look?”

“I’ve seen this a thousand times,” Anruh smiled. “Besides, I don’t think they’ll appreciate me as they do you.” as if waiting for the perfect moment, a new swarm of pixies arrived to settle on Anruh’s antlers. Much to her surprise and Ruben’s amusement. 

“You were saying?” he snorted. Anruh rolled her eyes, but made no attempt at getting the small creatures away from her. Instead, she kept her gaze up at them, and that faint glimmer was once again visible. 

Ruden bit his bottom lip, “Hey.” he said softly, and when Anruh looked down at him he held his hands out. The pixies previously seated had moved to his jacket's hood, tucked in well in the soft material. 

There was a moment of silence before Anruh sighed in feigned defeat, putting her hands over Ruben’s. She found amusement in how he ran his thumbs over her rough skin. And it only grew as it look the human three steps back before his hold began tugging her along. Grew even more when she had to take much shorter steps so she wouldn’t walk over him. Ruben didn’t seem to notice, only smiled his ridiculous grin that made his eyes sparkle. 

When they came to stop, they were right in the middle of the pixies still ongoing dance number. The ones who had accompanied them bid their silent farewells before rejoining their friends. 

“It’s better up close, right?” Ruden said quietly as he watched the pixies, marveling at how effortlessly in sync they were. Despite all the complex twists and turns.

“I suppose it is.” Anruh hummed. Her hands were still in Ruben’s, but with a flick of her wrist, it was her holding his. An action that went unnoticed by the human. 

‘Good’ Anruh thought, letting her gaze fall. The difference between their hands was near ridiculous; One coarse and scared and solid, the other soft and warm and so, so small. Almost intimidatingly so. A stone giant cradling an owlet, one wrong move and-

Anruh swallowed, pulling her lips to a thin line she glanced up at Ruben. With the light of the pixies shining all around him, it almost didn’t seem like nighttime. The warm, golden light made him glow like the sun. Turned his auburn hair into the softest of copper. Suddenly his hundred freckles had turned to thousands. Had he always had dimples? Anruh felt a tremble in his hand, saw the way he was bouncing in place. She could sense the rumble of something longing to be released; an incoherent and joyous scream. 

Without knowing, she smiled. Albeit warily. She’d never been scared before, not like this at least. She was rough and merciless, what was fragile never sought her out. Nor did she seek out what was fragile, avoiding it at all costs. What was fragile needed gentleness, lest they break. And Anruh didn’t want to break Ruben. 

In her thoughts she must’ve zoned out, for one blink was all it took before Ruben was looking at her, head tilted slightly to the side.

“What?” Ruben said with a breathy giggle.

‘Touch touch touch touch’ there was an itch in her hands, an itch she’d felt before. But not like this. Never like this. Yet despite that hint of familiarity, the one that made her want to get as far away from Ruben as she could, Anruh caved.

She reached her hand out and brushed Ruben’s bangs to the side, tucking a few strands behind his ear. There was a slight shake to her movements, like she had to hold back so she wouldn’t cut Ruben’s fragile skin with her rough claws. Had to keep herself steady when she let her hand slide down to rest on his cheek, lest she went too far and the water turned red. But as Ruben leaned into her touch, unafraid and with a content smile on his lips, Anruh’s every fear and worry washed away.

[awaytobeunshaken]

WIP Wednesday

He’s struck by a sudden worry that the graves might be unmarked, but he finds them in a dark corner of the outer wall, bearing a simple, rough-carved stone. Not that Caleb expected anything too extravagant for a pair of poor farmers, but this was clearly another prop in favor of the lie that they’d died as traitors to the empire.

Despite all of that however, the area is not messy or overgrown as he expected; clearly someone has been caring for it. Astrid and Wulf being the likeliest candidates. “I’ll buy them a better one,” he mutters under his breath. He has the gold. He can do this much at least, do better by all three of them.

“You know, the outward symbols aren’t so—”

“I’ll buy all of them a better one.” He drops to his knees in the dirt, and Caduceus kneels beside him, beginning to lay out his various components, incense and moss and dried fungus that he spread before them in no discernible pattern that Caleb could identify, and he was very good at spotting patterns. He’d attended services to the Dawnfather as a child, in the local temple, remembered how the congregation would raise hands and faces to the sky and pray aloud, and for some reason he expects Caduceus to do the same here, though Caleb has certainly seen him pray before, and this is the same sort of private, subdued affair. He was suddenly grateful for the relative seclusion of the area; little chance for anyone to happen by and wonder to whom this prayer was directed.

Caduceus stops speaking; Caleb had paid little attention to the words, supposing that it was the same rote prayer that he said over any other burial. So Caleb is a little surprised when Caduceus turns to him. “So what is it that you’d like to say?”

“Me? But I thought you… that is, I thought it was finished.” “I prepare the Wildmother to hear your words. But these are your people; You choose how you say your farewell.”

“They’ve been in the ground for many years.”

“And this has been your first time returning to them. We do this for the living, not the dead.”

“I don’t know what…” But he does know what he’d say; he’s been writing it down for the better part of six years. He puts a hand to the book at his side and looks over at Caduceus, suddenly very grateful that the firbolg is disinclined to be curious. “I think I would prefer to do that bit on my own, if that’s all right.”

“Of course.” And Caduceus moves away, taking a particular interest in a nearby willow tree. Possibly having a chat with it, though Caleb has no way to know for sure. He can understand most languages if he wishes, but not tree. He unhooks the book from the harness, opens it, running his hand across the pages one last time before placing it on the ground…

And then lets it go, deep below the earth.

[goldentangerines]

of hands and heavy heads

i have emerged from the depths of academic work and research with massive oc rabies and the graceful @tenderbittersweet has told me to post the snippet i've been working on (thank you!!!) so here it is :) i hope you enjoy (and if so, please let me know!!)

about 400 of the freshest words from my forever-wip willows in gold; content warnings: mentions of and implied injury (unspecified), blood. me care them, your honor

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“...Asja?”

Olande is kneeling right in front of her, her face pale as a ghost, her deep, dark, beautiful eyes bloodshot and red.

Since when has she been here? Shouldn't she be with Damian, warm and safe on the sofa in the salon?

She knows she hadn't been gone for long, not more than half an hour. Probably.

Who's responsible for the teartracks glistening on Olande's cheeks? Whoever's responsible for this, whoever'd hurt her, Asja will — if only her head wouldn't slip open like an overripe peach, if only she could think for a second—

“...hurt? Asja!”

Olande's pretty hands tremble, her usually reliable, strong fingers seem to be restless but unknowing what to do.

“Talk to me — are you hurt?”

Her voice arrives flat, muffled, far away. Asja's head has been wrapped in cotton.

She tries shaking her head, can't find the words to form a sentence. Olande doesn't wait for an answer: she feels her shoulder, stomach, searches for injuries on her ribs. She's worn out, Asja realizes belatedly and with mild surprise, as if twice removed from every thought — Olande's clean, pressed shirt from before is missing, her sleep garments rumpled and askew, her curls matted to her forehead, dark circles under her eyes. She looks utterly haggard and exhausted, the tremor in her fingers obvious now.

She still holds Asja's head gently when it lolls to the side, heavier than ever.

She's so hot; how pleasant are Olande's cool hands on her cheeks in comparison! How softly she tilts Asja's head back to get a closer look.

“Asja, focus. Look at me. Look at me!” It's an imperious order, and somewhat panicked, and wholly atypical for Olande's usual measured calmness; Asja's attention snaps back to her, alarmed. “Are you in pain? Does it hurt?”

Pain… There's the burn of the chained gold ring around her neck, there's the echo of the tear on her wrist from earlier, the waves of nausea shaking her to the core. But nothing's as bad as the constant, heavy pounding in her temples.

“I'm fine,” she croaks out. She swallows the wrong way, somehow, and chokes on nothing, coughs — feels something behind her eyes go crack.

Warmth and wetness bloom there, at the bridge of her nose, and take her sight.

“Asja!”

The red flows and flows and flows.

[palacesims]

After almost two years of lurking royal simblrs I've decided to share my own royal save! As I'm new to all this please excuse any errors I make along my journey, enjoy my first palace (WIP) and follow it's progress!

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Depicted is the front façade.

As you can see there is a main building as well as add-ons

The main building was apart of the old castle that was torn down to allow for a more grand palace.

It was made in the stasian style of opulence and grandeur popularized by Queen Mother (Often Regarded as empress mother) Anastasia.

As Anastasia is in advanced age the palace is her daughters way of immortalizing her mother who helped keep the kingdom together during the revolt.

The center "main" building was made from the keep of the old castle, new brick was laid over the old and an extra story and roof was added.

The exterior of the build took me around 5 1/2 hours 🥲, My head cannon however is that in game it took around 12,000 sims working hard labor to get the project completed before the Queen Mother Died (still alive).

It was inspired by Buckingham palace, Versailles and the winter palace. Other buildings gave inspiration but those three are what impacted the most.

Some lore here Queen Alexandra is the queen of Österreich, an Austrian/French inspired Kingdom with probably the most fleshed out backstory in this save. Österreich has the territories of Willow creek, newcrest, and magnolia promenade.

Queen Alexandra married the King of Bladen (hentford on Bagley), what the joint lands will be called is not certain but most foreign nations refer to it as the Östro-Bladen Union.

All the gold you see here was mined in Palidos (brinlelton bay), which was once a colony during the rule of her father Emperor Leopold Ⅱ. As one might have guessed a rather violent revolt saw the dissolution of the empire.

The Reason why Österreich lost to such a insignificant revolt is because of two things; 1 they had the element of suprise, allowing them to siege important places and even the imperial palace.

And 2, ocean separates the two, Österreich was unable to get enough troops quick enough to Palidos and by time they did Leopold signed a treaty recognizing the independence of Palidos and the sovereignty of their King in an attempt to avoid execution, it did not work.

During the revolution The Queen Mother and her daughter were safe in Chateau d'If, a "cottage" she made on an island off the coast of Palidos to escape the rigid court of her husband and his unfaithfulness.

Her son was taken prisoner and she quickly dove in to a deep depression refusing to leave the cottage until the Palidians sent ships to conquer the island, The shock made her incapable of fulfilling her regent duties.

This lead to the woman in green above, Princess Casidora the eldest child the the previous king of Österreich to rise to power, and during the regency she was often referred to as Princess Regent (much to her disapproval).

I hope you enjoyed my first ever post and the history my save has! let me know if you'd be interested in more lore! I will probably give palace updates every two days and show portraits of important sims with dialoged below them.

My Plum Tree and Famliy echo for this save will be posted soon, have a lovely day!

[avalynlestrange]

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[sunsetofdoom]

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

[grimaces] I am really good at dialogue! And complex choreographed scenes (sex, fighting, body language, blocking) aren't absolute hell for me to write, for some reason, which I'm given to understand most writers struggle with. I love them. It might have something to do with how I see everything happening more like a movie.

🎈describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change?

It changes a lot with character voice. I try really hard to match the voices of the character's POV, so I have to get good at different voices really fast with each new hyperfixation, lmao.

🤲what do YOU get out of writing?

(Answered here)

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

I keep being torn about wanting to find people to talk about The Owl House with, and wanting to stay buried in my hole of anonymity because that fandom sounds like a trash fire. But I'm disconcertingly in love with all the fucked-up characters that they introduced and then gave rapid character development to so that I didn't get nearly enough of them being grasping wrecks that I could put into pringles cans and shake. So. Have a story concept where I basically tip pre-character-development Amity, Hunter, and Willow into a big jar and then pound on the glass.

Willow leaned on the wall outside the throne room, staring at her shoes, waiting to be called and introduced. It was like the first day of school, only much, much worse. She swallowed, hard, willing her stomach to settle down. At least at school, there were familiar faces, however unfriendly. Here, she had nothing and no one; under the vaulted golden ceilings, she’d never felt more alone in her life.

Her head whipped up at a noise, on the jump. Relief rushed her- the one familiar thing in the whole world was that golden mask, and the boy behind it. “Hi,” she said, barely more than a whisper, as the tall silhouette of the Emperor's Golden Guard strode past in the crossing hallway. He was probably too far away to hear it, but that was fine. He’d be in there when she entered, and she could look up and find him.

Improbably, he stopped, the mask coming to face her with a blank stare. He carried his staff slung over one shoulder, almost casually; why would he carry that around in what was basically his house? The gold mask was a little unnerving, but Willow looked right into the slitted eyes and waved anyways.

Checking over his shoulder, he turned, coming over to her. When he was sure no one was looking, he tipped the mask up, resting it under the cowl so she could see his face. Pale and angular, with serious eyes, he checked her over with a concern so intense it felt like anger.

“Are you okay?” The question was more of a demand.

Willow tried to make herself smile, and failed. “I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” she admitted.

Hunter’s face softened, and he bit his lip. “Yeah,” he said, fiddling with his hands. “I get that, too. You don’t. Uh... usually.”

“Thanks,” she said dryly. “That helps.”

He wrinkled his nose at her. “Just remember,” he said like a lecture, “Walk like you’re better than everybody in that room.”

“'Chin up, shoulders back,'” Willow quoted him from the flight here. “But- I don’t feel like I’m better than anybody.”

Hunter shrugged, the staff bobbing up and down on his shoulder. “Um. I- when it’s... hard. I like to, um. I try to look at somebody I do know I’m better than. And pretend they’re the only one there. So.” He smiled, sheepish, the gap in his teeth visible and making him look his age for a cheerful moment, and when she looked at him skeptically, he cast his eyes to the floor. “...Usually it’s Kikimora. She’s pretty pathetic.”

Startled into a huff of laughter, Willow glanced back to the huge, heavy doors. “I don’t know...” she said, her smile fading.

He tilted his head, contemplating. “The Blight girl’s in there. With Darius. You’re a lot less of a suck-up than she is, I can tell you that.”

Willow laughed, bitter and cold. She pictured Amity’s perfect snub-nosed face, looking down on her for years. Very cruel, and very... small. A girl who cried when her older siblings bullied her, but couldn't wait to turn around and needle somebody else in retaliation.

Yeah. Willow was better than that.

(fic writer asks)

[daffodilsonaprettystring]

Ask Game!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Literally nobody cares about my WIPs this is more me just naming them all because it makes me laugh and I like seeing them all laid out cuz I’m organized that way. (Sarcasm Whoohoo)

If it counts I was technically tagged by @otrtbs lol

1. Without You

2. I Thought So (Under The Willow)

3. Scars Of A Gold Moon

4. The Antidote To Exiled Memories

5. Heir of Dreams and Princess of Light

6. A Court of Hells and Stars

7. How Could You

8. Insomnia’s a bitch

9. only one night

10. Go save the world, I’ll be around

11. 🐺✨BATB

Damn I have a lot more WIPs than I actually remembered having lmao

Tagging: anybody who sees this I’m pretty sure I have at least 11 followers 😂😂😂😂

[kaanbaltlak]

Erased everything I didn't read (nor will read ever because the summaries bored me to fucking death or because I'm really just not interested.)

Bold what I read completely.

Italics what I didn't finish at all.

Text without format for titles I never heard of in all my fucking life (I'm not USAmerican nor European).

* Asterisks for things I'll read, maybe, one day, who knows.

3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter series (read the first trilogy, it bored me to death. Now I won't touch this shit never.)

5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

6 The Bible

8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell

9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman

14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (not ALL but some)

* 17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks

* 18 Catcher in the Rye

20 Middlemarch – George Eliot

* 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell

22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald

26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh

28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck

29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll

30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame

33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis

36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis

41 Animal Farm – George Orwell

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

* 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood

49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding

* 51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel

53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons

* 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth

56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon (WIP)

* 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon

60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez (man, this title fucking SUCKS in English, like I think is because every word is a singular.)

* 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck

62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov

65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas (No.)

* 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie

70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville (skipped the parts when it's boring as hell)

71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens

72 Dracula – Bram Stoker

73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett

79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray

81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens

87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White

89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery

94 Watership Down – Richard Adams

97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas

98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare

99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl

How many have you read?

The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Reblog this and bold the titles you’ve read.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein 3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte 8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens 11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks 18 Catcher in the Rye 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger 20 Middlemarch – George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis 34 Emma – Jane Austen 35 Persuasion – Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne 41 Animal Farm – George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving 45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding 50 Atonement – Ian McEwan

51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel 52 Dune – Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck 62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens 72 Dracula – Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses – James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal – Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession – AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel 83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 94 Watership Down – Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo