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lion and the fox finale — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses. Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle) Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+ Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series Word Count: 4.6k Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mentions of racist/xenophobic implications and culture, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity. Authors Note: the finale is here, folks! thank you for the support on this series! Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.

Belle wore her own clothes to the meeting as they travelled to Namjoon’s personal teahouse, Gardenia Bloom. Jungkook knew he had no room to protest anything but at this point, Namjoon liked Belle’s presence more than his own. To be fair, Belle probably preferred her own solitude to his own presence. Since the morning Belle only spoke to him in professional terms, losing all of her softness, even that twinkle in her eyes when she looked at him.

It ached in his chest at how quickly things slipped away from him. Every time Jungkook looked at her, it was jumping into a pool, not knowing how deep or shallow it was going to be. But he kept diving anyway.

Gardenia Bloom was small and quaint but the men and women wearing their silks had sharp eyes, piercing into them without letting anyone catch a glance. Cherry blossoms were sparse during this time of year but there were momentary blooms, plucking off the branches and flowing into the breeze.

Namjoon already had a room occupied with a long dark wood table and paper walls with painted scenes of maidens serving tea to the nobility. His expression was neutral as they walked in but Jungkook knew he walked on thin ice. These two children and their questionable safety ran a dangerous line and no one trusted him to see to the end. Even Yoongi looked like he had reservations.

Jungkook and Yoongi sat next to Namjoon while Belle stood at the corner of the room. Her face still calm and stoic.

“Where are they?” Belle asked.

“They’re in the next room,” Namjoon answered. “You can go see them if you want.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped. He needed Belle to be here, as his strength. Even if she looked like she never wanted to see him again, he wanted her here. Much to his selfish relief, Belle shook her head.

“It’s alright.” Belle intertwined her fingers together.

Jungkook waited a long while, taking careful sips of his makgeolli as Seokjin took his sweet time arriving. He wondered whether he’d just abandon both his sons just to continue with this mission of becoming the leader. All this would be for nothing. Nothing but his own quest of power. His thirst of power that Belle believed he didn’t have, but perhaps he did. Perhaps he was no different from the predecessors he pretends to be better than.

Just as that dangerous thought entered his mind, the door slid open to Seokjin and his wife Akira. “Sorry for the wait,” Seokjin said, unfazed by their meeting. “Your guards do a thorough job in searching us.”

Seokjin sat on the floor table and waved for Belle to get him a drink.

Anger flooded through Jungkook but he didn’t say anything as Belle quietly poured the makgeolli as asked before standing back into the room like a trained maiden.

Akira, on the other hand, looked like a real mother. Distressed, eyes a little red but her poise calm and collected to ensure nothing was said unseemly to risk her son’s safety. It was only when looking at her that Jungkook felt a twinge of guilt.

“I have to say, I thought Yeou Pa had a slight moral ground,” Seokjin said. “But I suppose we’ve been rather frazzled.”

“The conditions here are simple,” Jungkook said, trying his best to get to the point before his urge to punch Seokjin face back into his skull sunk in too deep. “If you wish to continue on with this charade of being the sole Korean leader than you may take your Korean son and be on your way. Or you can choose your son with Akira and quit all this nonsense.”

Seokjin laughed, taking a generous sip of his makgeolli and waving his hand. Belle, again, poured the next cup of makgeolli for him. “And if I refuse?”

“Then you’ll never see either of them again.”

The room turned sour, curdled like milk.

Even Seokjin’s punchable smile flickered away as his movements paused. “You wouldn’t kill a child.”

Jungkook paused purposefully, allowing Seokjin to grow reluctant before glancing at Belle. “No, I wouldn’t. But that’s not the point, is it?” He asked and looked over at Akira. “I lost my marriage over a spy break-in. But you can kill a spy, hide it and hope no one finds out. A child. Knowing that your spouse went out of their way to make a new family for themselves. Because they were too ashamed to commit even if it meant their entire cause depended on it. That is quite the betrayal.”

Akira raised her chin, staying silent. “I want my son back.”

Seokjin took a breath. “Akira—”

“—in return, the Zaher family will break its alliance with Holangi Pa.” Akira didn’t spare a slight glance to Seokjin. Despite her run-down expression, her words cut like a poisoned knife through the room. And Seokjin couldn’t say a word.

The Zaher family had every power and right to protect Akira’s son. Seokjin offered her family nothing of value and Akira made her choice clear. Her son over her husband.

“Of course.” Jungkook nodded, trying to hide the feeling of triumph in his chest blooming like fresh flowers. “Show her the way, please.” He spoke to Belle.

Belle bowed to them. “This way, Ms. Zaher.”

Seokjin kept his expression hardened as he drunk another sip of the makgeolli. “It seems I’ve been given a taste of what you’re capable of.”

“I wish you didn’t have to,” Jungkook said.

“Namjoon, do you say you’re comfortable working with Jungkook?” Seokjin’s gaze flickered to Namjoon but unlike Jungkook, he took Seokjin’s comments with a cool expression. “After what his grandfather did to those soldiers.”

“What I decide to do is none of your business, Seokjin.” Namjoon tilted his head. “You’re not anyone’s don.”

“This isn’t finished. I still have Hebi Pa.” Seokjin stood to his feet and tried to make way to the door but Jungkook and Namjoon’s men blocked the path. “You kill me now, Hebi Pa will just strike right back at you. This time they probably won’t be so kind to offer you another marriage.”

If Jungkook had ended it here, all his troubles would float away. Even his bargain with Namjoon would dissipate. But it was Namjoon who spoke first.

“Let him go.”

Seokjin smiled as one of Namjoon’s guards slid the paper door open and he walked away.

“I could’ve given you my part of the deal,” Jungkook said, confused.

“But I don’t want a gang war,” Namjoon replied. “This has been on the low for a while, we can’t let it burst.”

Namjoon was right. Especially after that scuffle to get Taehyung and Angel, they really had to keep things as discreet as possible. But if risking a gang war meant seeing that smile disappear, Jungkook may have considered it.

Instead he sighed. “Another time.”

Jimin snuck into Don Takahashi’s bedroom in the dark of night. One of his younger mistresses slept next to him but he knew how to sneak into places without being noticed. Gaia knew that. Perhaps more than Jimin would’ve liked it.

A small knife through the neck was all it took. Takahashi only had a few minutes of staying awake, round eyes opened as he realized the incision but the choking of blood had him still and guzzling.

Jimin didn’t look back as he snuck out of the room.

The mistress’ scream led to chaos and chaos led to a quiet funeral. Gaia wore an elegant black dress and her short curls ended just at her jawline. She kept a neutral expression but a white handkerchief hung at her gloved hand.

Everyone gave their grievances with a hint of congratulations as the title of Don was now hers.

They returned to Gaia’s household as the afternoon sun was high in the sky. White handkerchief thrown on the couch and gloves strewn away as Gaia moved to the bar and poured herself a glass of whiskey with a squeeze of lemon.

“Do you not feel remorse for losing your father?” Jimin asked.

“I was a name on an alliance sheet for my father,” she said. “I had many siblings who were shipped off to another gang, unknown and unheard of. I will not do the same and be someone else’s pawn. Not anymore.” She took her first sip and looked out the window, her expression still unchanged. “You can leave now.”

Jimin hesitated. Force of habit had him leaving but he pressed his feet to the floor. Woods stuck on his tongue. He turned quietly and stared at her for a moment. Remembered how he used to admire the way she looked out into the view, like she wished for anything but this yet relished in what she had. “Everything I did and said wasn’t scripted, Gaia.”

“Does it help you sleep at night when you look at it that way?” Gaia asked. The sun made her eyes look bright green and venomous but her voice was sweet.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jimin said. “I don’t have anything to survive with if I wasn’t with Seokjin.”

Her eyes then flickered to him, the venomous look turned hurt and angry. “You don’t think I don’t know what this world is like? I’d have given you anything if you’d just. . .noticed.” Her voice cracked slightly. With a scoff, Gaia looked back at the window with a defeated sigh. “Get out of my sight.”

Jimin took a breath to speak but stopped. Guilt choked any defense that tried to push through because she was right. Jimin had gotten so close to Gaia that there could’ve been a better place for him. More than, Jimin knew that his feelings were becoming true. Yet he was frightened. A coward who needed to run back to the wings that found him. With that thought, he bowed and walked away.

Belle and Jungkook returned to the estate deep into the night. The meeting took out more of her energy than she wanted to and it didn’t help that she was made to go back to Jungkook’s household. She immediately made her way into the guestroom and settled on top of the soft bed. She heard footsteps behind her come closer.

Jungkook stood in front of her and knelt to the floor. He reached out and gently pulled off her shoes, releasing the aching feeling of her feet.

“Stop,” she whispered.

“You caused me a big victory today.” Jungkook caressed the pads of her feet, massaging them to feel better and Belle had to resist the urge to hum in pleasure.

“You did the talking.”

“Still, thank you.” Jungkook’s voice kept to the soft movements of his hands. “And I’m sorry. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met and it often scares me.”

Belle blinked slowly, trying to hide how much her heart fluttered.

Jungkook got up to his feet. “Good night.” He walked out of the room.

Belle took a shower and dressed into her white cotton nightgown. She looked at her empty bed. Silent treatments were for couples who wanted to last. There was no point in being angry at someone Belle never expected to be better. So with a sigh, she walked over to Jungkook’s bedroom.

Jungkook was sleeping, shirtless and rested on his stomach. His back lifted and dipped from each deep breath.

Belle climbed on the other side of the bed and snuck under the blankets. She snuggled into the pillows, closed her eyes and rested quietly.

Jungkook shifted and turned around. He pulled Belle closer to his chest, kissing her cheeks and her forehead then her lips. His arm snuck underneath her, wrapping around her completely until she felt safe and warm.

Belle climbed on top of him, straddling him. Palms pressed against his chest, the comfortable patterns of his heartbeat bringing her a sense of calm. She leaned in and kissed him. Soft and tender.

Jungkook’s hands rode up her dress, gripping at her thighs as Belle deepened the kiss. He sat up and placed Belle on her back, her head near the end of the bed. Jungkook pressed wet kisses down her neck and chest, pulling down her sleeves and suckling on her breasts. Pleasure bloomed through her body in a way that felt like leaning over the edge of a cliff. But it was enticing and lovely.

Belle turned them over again, pushing down his soft pants. She caressed her wet core against his length, making him groan.

Jungkook pressed his nails into her skin as Belle smiled.

Belle lifted herself and sunk onto his length. Wet and snug but it sent her to madness. Being full of him left her breathless. Belle gyrated her hips, pressing her palms on his lower belly. The luxurious bed began to squeak under the pressure. Belle trembled as she slowed down her pace, making Jungkook moan.

Jungkook intertwined his fingers to hers as Belle began to bounce on him. He cupped her cheeks before wrapped his arms around her hips, latching his hands, fucking into her. Belle let out a pleased whimper, shaking along the rhythm as the bed screeched violently.

Jungkook ran along the edge of his orgasm, pushing into her as he came to his climax, filling her to the brim.

Belle let out a pleased sigh.

Jungkook snuck his hand between her legs as he made them sit up. He rubbed her clit, driving her to an orgasm until her legs began to shake. Jungkook held her close while she was breathless, flushed and pleased.

Belle hid her face in his chest, following her breath with the sounds of his heartbeat. She lifted herself and kissed him.

Jungkook brushed his fingers through her hair, his gaze so deep and loving that Belle felt the weight of it, pushing her down.

Belle cupped his cheek before he kissed her forehead, making her melt into his embrace. It was so soft and intimate.

And so so dangerous.

Akira kept Kaito incredibly close to her for the next few hours. He slept on her lap, unharmed but drained by all the events. She would be angered by Jungkook’s brashness but she knew better than to blatantly blame people with stupidity. She was raised smarter than that. All this happened because of Seokjin’s brashness. He flew too close to the sun and targeted the wrong people. People who could easily tear them apart if they wanted.

They arrived back home, quiet and distant.

Akira cupped Kaito’s cheeks and kissed him on the forehead. “Take him to the next room for a moment, please. I’ll be with you as soon as possible, I promise.” She spoke that with her heart. She was never keeping him in a separate place again.

Kaito nodded with a smile as a guard gently guided him away.

“Give him anything he needs,” she said.

Seokjin smiled as Kaito walked out of the room as he left but as always it was never genuine. It was never anything.

As the door closed, Akira began to speak. “I’ve believed that I have done most things a good wife would do. Perhaps I’m too formal and not cheery enough to keep one’s interest piqued but I’ve done my best with the situation we’re in.”

Seokjin’s expression softened. “Akira, what I did had nothing to do with my lack of feelings for you.”

“That doesn’t resolve our dilemma.” Akira’s voice cut through Seokjin’s relaxed demeanour. “What I said to Jungkook was a proper promise.”

“You want to break this alliance.” His tone turned serious. “After all these years.”

“It may seem surprising to you but I don’t prefer having an unfaithful husband. Regardless of what his intentions were. And it honestly surprises me that you’d think I’d stay with you after what’s happened. I accepted your proposal for marriage out of my own interests, it was no trophy or benefit on my part.” Akira explained as best as she could. “But people like you always forget that. This is why you burn out first.”

Seokjin’s throat bobbed up and down before coughing. “What about Kaito?”

“He will understand what needs to be done,” Akira said.

Seokjin coughed again, pouring himself a glass of water. “He needs a father.”

“And he will have one. I will find one. It just won’t be you.”

Seokjin scoffed, shoulders shaking.

“Goodbye, Seokjin. I wish you would’ve just appreciated the family you had. The family that loved you.” Akira turned away and walked out of the room.

Seokjin tried to speak out her name but he coughed again, body lurching until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. Blood spurted out of him and stained the dark wood floor.

He saw footsteps coming closer to him. “Akira.”

But they were dark boots, large boots yet unusually quiet.

Seokjin stared up at the figure and saw Taehyung.

“You should watch who pours drinks for you,” Taehyung said.

Seokjin choked out a sound but more blood spurted out. He wanted to yell out for the guards but Taehyung’s hand moved quickly with the knife. Within seconds, Seokjin was gone and any trace of Taehyung dissipated. Tigers were good at what they did.

“It’s a popular venom Cho No Su uses to get rid of bad customers,” Angel said as she sat with Belle in their new room. The rain pattered outside and Taehyung returned, immediately rushing to clean the blood off him and change into new clothes. “I only used it once but some older workers had to use it every month.”

Belle hugged her knees to her chest, looking at the pack suitcases next to them. “You’ll never have to do that again. Go somewhere far away and forget what happened here.”

Angel nodded. “Thank you for this. You didn’t have to.”

“Don’t thank me, there were still conditions to the deal.”

“Still, anyone else would’ve taken information and left it alone.” Angel smiled. “Thank you.”

Belle didn’t know how much she deserved to be thanked for anything. Everything she did up until now was low and underhanded. Investigating was one thing but poisoning and turning over an entire gang with a succession crisis was another thing entirely. Not only that but her time in Yeou Pa was coming to an end. She had to pull away now or she’d never leave.

The deed was done. Jungkook won. All with the help of Belle. He clinked glasses with Yoongi and Rosyne, drank with them and celebrated but Belle was nowhere to be seen. It was only when Yoongi and Rosyne opted to leave for their houses that she appeared, a little drenched by the rain.

Belle straightened her position and intertwined her fingers together. “Our job here is done,” she said.

Jungkook’s heart squeezed within itself, panging in pain. “What’re you talking about?”

“My job was to help you take down Seokjin. That is what I did and now we can part ways,” Belle said, still keeping that neutral tone.

“You and I both know this was more than job.” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “If this is still about what I said to you.”

“Your words shouldn’t have any impact on me,” Belle said. “That was never part of the plan and I will not intend to encourage it for a future that cannot happen under any circumstances.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I cannot be yours if you are here. Your family broke my family, Jungkook and for nothing else but profit. That can never be forgiven or reversed.” Belle shook her head.

“What if I help your mother and grandmother?” Jungkook was soft and almost desperate. “Bring them back to their feet.”

“They’re not your charity cases and I will not have my mother be indebted to you after what she’s been through.” Belle stepped back. “This needs to end.”

“You can’t leave.” Jungkook pursed his lips together. I don’t want you to leave. I need you here. “You know too much about the gang.”

Belle raised her chin. “So you’re going to kill me?”

Jungkook gulped. How easy it was to assume so. It wasn’t as if he’d proven himself not to throw threats in people’s way.

“Do it.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped.

Belle held onto the knife in her boot and wrapped it in Jungkook’s hand, pressing the tip against her chest. “All the information dies with me. You can preserve your precious power and legacy when I’m done. But if I live, I won’t stop. No matter what.”

Jungkook was scared. Scared because he considered it. He thought about it just for his own survival. Then it slipped out of him. “I love you.”

It was worse than a stab. It was probably worse than death. The words lingered in the air, curdling it like spoiled milk yet still felt so sweet.

Jungkook took the knife away and placed it on the table.

“Take it back.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Belle. I won’t start now.”

“You have no idea what love is,” Belle seethed. “If you knew even for a moment, things would be different but they aren’t. So take it back.”

“No.”

Belle grabbed the knife and pointed the tip of his neck. “You don’t feel that way, you’re lying. People like you manipulate people like me all the time.”

“Then pretend it’s a lie. But I’m not taking it back.”

Belle pressed the knife further into his skin but pulled away. “You’re a coward just like your father.” Her voice cracked as she walked out of the room.

All Jungkook could do was smile. It was a lowly insult, below Belle. It was both a soft brush against his cheek and crack in his heart realizing what she wanted to say.

I love you too.

Gaia watched Seokjin’s body get taken away in his coffin while Akira stood quietly, touching Kaito’s shoulder. She couldn’t hug him quite yet since he was more than just her son now. He was the leader for Holangi Pa.

Jimin stood next to her, frozen in place. “We know who did this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Gaia said. “Akira won’t look for vengeance and niether should you. Don’t be stupid.”

“We can’t just let them get away with it.”

“And what’re you going to do? Kill Jungkook, then get killed and rinse and repeat? Seokjin started this and his death finishes it. Calm yourself.” Gaia narrowed her gaze.

Jimin’s chest rose and fell.

As they returned to Gaia’s house again, Jimin stayed with his pout throughout the trip.

Gaia let out an annoyed sigh. “I think I preferred when you were faking your feelings for me. You were so much more alive and leading.”

Jimin sighed. “You had your father killed. I never had one, Seokjin was the closest to family I was given.”

Gaia pressed her lips together. “Well, you can grieve in your new freedom now.”

Jimin stared at her curiously. “What?

“Seokjin’s death means you’re of no threat to me. I’ll give you some funds and land. So you can be a free man and grieve your family that you love so much.” Gaia waved her hand as she sat herself on the couch.

Jimin hesitated, thinking for a moment to step away and be free. “You’re setting me free? Why?”

Gaia stared at him, scoffing while shaking her head. “You are a bumbling fool sometimes.”

Seokjin would provide many things for him. Anything he ever needed but freedom was never in question. Jimin wasn’t stupid. He knew he wasn’t free but not being free meant he got a meal and a house at the end of the day. Yet Gaia was giving him freedom. Not just freedom but money to start a life of his own. Jimin wanted to feel thrilled and grateful but he just felt more guilty than usual.

Despite all the things he had done to express his loyalty to Seokjin, Gaia still showed her love for him.

Jimin turned away from the door and walked to the bar, filled a small glass of whiskey and squeezed a lemon. He walked over and handed it to her. “I can still visit if you’d like me to.”

Gaia had a small smile on her face. “If you keep bringing me drinks, sure.”

Belle kept replaying the words over and over again in her head. The tips of her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She already had articles ready for publishing, piling up in the attempt to distract herself but there was no denying the voice in her head.

Shaking her head, Belle picked up the articles and walked into Hoseok’s office. She placed the papers on the table.

“All of these for Yeou Pa?” Hoseok asked.

Belle nodded. “It’s now or never.”

Hoseok sighed as he read through the words. “You know I can’t publish all of this. Yeou Pa is connected to other organizations that aren’t criminal. We’d be accusing them of association.”

Anger flooded through her.

“Maybe it’s good to take a break and come back. I know it’s been difficult.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m telling you as a friend. The situation has changed.”

Belle sat down with a deep breath. “What about the underground newsletters?” She asked. “It’ll warn the organizations to lay low and I’ll use my own name.”

Hoseok’s expression softened. “It could work.”

“She didn’t miss a single thing,” Yoongi said, a sense of amazement behind his words as they were given the newsletters under Belle’s name. “She’s making us go silent.”

Not burning the empire but quietly corroding it. Jungkook would be forced to look back on his records as journalists and undercover police start linking business to him. It’s chaos without the fireworks.

Jungkook rested back on his chair. “Rosyne, how long will this take to ensure no tracking?”

“Months. Our profits will lower significantly,” Rosyne said.

“We could take care of Belle to send a message.” Yoongi raised his shoulders.

Jungkook narrowed his gaze but Yoongi only smiled. “Get started. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Rosyne bowed and walked out of the room. Yet Yoongi stayed, staring at Jungkook for a moment before sighing.

“You’ll get used to it,” Yoongi said. “Knowing you can never have something normal and comfortable like that.” His tone turned unusually serious before he left the room too.

Jungkook was left with a sinking feeling. He should’ve known nothing would come of it and if something did happen, it wouldn’t be good. But he sank anyway, so deep into the ocean that he just wanted to drown to make it easy.

In the end, Belle won and he lost.

Belle came back to her mother and grandmother’s home after her day at work. It was a small, quaint place but her grandmother kept the garden alive with yellow and red blossoms.

When she walked in, there was a warm scent of spiced meat and fresh rice.

Her mother sat at the television, turning her head slightly towards Belle before smiling softly. “You’re home.” She smiled though vacantly.

Belle leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

Her grandmother appeared from the kitchen, her skin glistening from the steam. “Good, you’re here. Food is just finished.”

Belle’s stomach already rumbled for some lovingly cooked food. She sat at the counter as her grandmother handed her a bowl of warm soup, rice and spiced meat.

“So. . .did you do it?” her grandmother asked.

Belle looked up at her, before sipping on her soup and feeling her belly warm. The familiar airs of her home loosened her body. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But there was no denying that she had a victory. And she would hold onto it with her life. “I did it.”

Her grandmother hummed. “Well done.”

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laneynoir · 1 year

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Legolas x reader

Word count: 1900

Request (that i took way to long to start) for @jaimelamour

- archery practice with Legolas!! cute light-hearted drabble idea:)) reader/legolas getting flustered at the close proximity, fumbling hands, the Pining!!,,,,this idea is so cliche but sooo cute

(Also, I again borrowed a charactor from @sotwk go check out Naneth' s stuff, its truly amazing)

This was not a good idea. This was an awful idea. This was absurd. Who even thought of this?

Ah, yes. Of course.

Honestly sometimes you wish you could pull a Merriadoc and get kidnapped by a tree, just so you could stop making such rediculouse decisions.

A voice calling your name pulls you from your thoughts, leaving a smile to settle at the sight of Sam infront of you. He holds a plate of creamy looking... Something. "Hello Sam, what is it that smells so delightful?"

"Why it's scalloped potatoes Mx. Y/n." He blushes a bit at the compliment, an endearing sight, and one which fills you with a strange feeling of mixed mourning and hope. "I was going to see if you would like some?"

Grining you give him your permission to load up your plate, realizing to late that he is still more accustomed to feeding those with Hobbiton appetite, and you've now got more of the spuds than you could ever manage eat. Still, nothing Samwise has ever cooked could be turned down, and you dig in.

The hardonic taste of garlic, onion, and somthing else that you can't place, bloom on your tounge, sharply reminding you of the lack of prior meal. "Mister Gamgee, you have my heart, soul, sword, and boots. Stake my life on it, this is the most superb meal I've ever had the pleasure to taste!"

Sam shuffles his feet, embarrassed by the kind words. "You can keep your boots please -nasty foot prisons really- tis hardly a meal. I only made enough for appetizers." He nods politly to someone behind you before scurrying off.

You scoop up another fork full the the food, letting out a small moan of appreciation. "Whomever is behind me can take a seat, I dont bite."

A strangely pink faced Legolas sits oposit you, a small smirk as he speaks, "I know for a fact that your words are false, I need not elven eyes to have noticed the sizable chunk you tore from one orc."

"That doesn't count." At his humorously disbelieving facial expression you shrug. "Fine then, I promise I don't usually bite pretty princesses. Better?"

His only response is a small laugh. "May I purloin some of your potatoes?" You nod, and after a short search you find an extra fork, though not another plate.

His eyes light up in delight when he takes a bite and you smile, staring a bit to long for it to be considered entierly friendly, though thankfully he seems not to notice.

"So... Did you come only to steal my food, or did you have an alternate motive?" Legolas blinks, looking at thr plate with a guilty expression that you wave away.

Shaking his head he answers. "I was intending to ask if you wished to start your lesson, but did not wish to interupt your mealtime."

The mental This Is Still A Bad Idea reminder goes off, but the Prince's hopeful expression is more than enough to hit snooze.

"You're not interrupting, truthfully I was jot even planning on eating before Sam brought these to me. He is truly to sweet for his own good." Your eyes are on the plate before you, so you do not see the crease that apears between Legolas' eyes.

"If you are willing, I have found a suitable range at which to practice, as well as a bow that I believe with suit your draw strength."

"What I can't use your's?" You tease, looking up in time to see a strange flicker in your friend's -for this is what he is, no more- eyes. It is gone almost as quickly as it came, and you do not dwell on it.

"I- I would allow you, of course, but the bows of Lothlórien are meamt for a more expirianced-"

You raise and eyebrow, mouth firmly set into a line so as not to laugh. "Are you saying I am week my prince? If that is the case, I beg you simply get to the point." His eyes are (beautiful, how are eyes allowed to be so-) immediately blown wide, as he turns an interesting shade of sunkissed rose gold.

The blush extends all the way to the tips of his ears, and you have the strangest urge to trace the path of pink with your fingertips. Instead you interupt his sooft panicking, "I was joking, Legolas, I understand that you know much more about your weapon than I can ever hope to, and I trust you completely."

Legolas nods and a small smile appears. "I hold your trust as my most valued prize from this terrible war, I know it is hard won."

His gaze holds yours steadily, so you shoce a bite of potato in your mouth before you do something stupid, like kissing the Prince of Greenwood.

Not long after, you stand at the entrance to a long rectangular courtyard. This is going to be fun, you tell yourself. You're going to learn things, and shoot a bow, amd stop waching Legolas so closely.

Knowing full well that at least half of your thoughts were empty of any hope, you step in to meet the resident blond elf. And for the love of the green lady, does he have to be so perfect? The light of the afternoon sun glints off of his hair, making it look as if it glows, while accepting his figure at the same time. He holds a bow that is smaller than his usual choice, runing his hand along the wood, appraising.

He gestures for you to come closer, which you do of course. You would go spelunking in the ruin of Isengaurd is he asked you to.

"That's where we'll start, if that is okay?"

For a terrifying second, you fear that you've spoken alloud, and this only slightly fades whem you realize that he's been speaking for a time already.

Mentaly shaking yourself, you nod, pleading with your inner monolouge to be quiet and let you focouse. Shockingly, it does not comply.

Legolas shows you the beginner stance, which feels slightly odd after your sword training, but you catch on pretty quickly. The proximity of Legolas to yourself is nonexistent, and there are more than one instances which almost convince you that he is deliberately trying to fluster you.

When he shows you the apropriate hold on the bow, his hands ghost over your own, positioning them to perfection, and nearly causing you to drop the weapon. He steps back after telling you to draw the bow, but cautioning against sharply relising the string, as there is no arrow and it would split the wood.

Legolas nods, satisfied when you slowly relieve pressure from the string. He pauses a moment, seeming unsure, so you tilt you head in silent question. Eyes trailing over your arms, which are bared against the day's bright heat.

"You do not have you vambraces?" The question is more of an acknowledgment, but you incline your head in response regardless. In a second I unties the leather string holding his own in place, loosening then just enough to slide from his forearms.

Avert you eyes spawn of chicken, your brain reminds you.

After pulling both of the simple deep brown articles off he looks at you, raised eyebrow, and gestures for your arm. You hold the bow in one hand, and with nowhere to put it, you extend the other for Legolas.

The leather is warm still from his skin as it slides against your skin, and to prevent a shudder, you say; "You dont have to give me these you know, I'd be fine."

Legolas smiles, softly as always. "Fine perhaps, but few deserve pain, least of all perfection, and if I am in a position to keep you from it I will." The ernesty in his voice suprised you, and you feel a red cross your face, not caused by the heat.

"What do these markings mean?" Legolas' hands still for a breath, freezing from the tightening of laces. Quickly you stumble back from your words. "I do not wish to pry, please forgive-"

"No!" He shakes his head, and the tears in his eyes send a flash of guilt through you. "Please do not apologize. Some of them are mearly ornamentalb but this one," he is tracing an indent. "Is the mark of my... Teacher." Drawing a breath he whispers a name. "Gelir"

You let the silence stretch out, before; "I'm sorry for your loss, was he your..."

Legolas looks up with alarm, and surprisingly, a laugh. "No, Gelir was my brother, and the finest hand with a bow or beast to ever walk the natural earth."

On impulse, you reach out, placing a hand on his cheek. "I feel quite treble now, and not a little embarrassed. Is there anything I can do?"

His smile has returned, and you are glad for it. "I will tell you if I think of anything."

Pulling the second knot tight, Legolas releases your arm, something you are both relived for, and dissapointed. "Now I get to shoot right?" When he nods you take up your position.

Arrow fitted to the string you exhale as you release, frowning when it misses the target entirely. Suddenly there is a presance at your back, shifting your feet slightly, and repositioning your arms.

Legolas remains against you, hands on yours as you draw back again, this time hitting near center.

You turn excitedly to him, foot twisting in the process on an unforseen length of rope that lies half buried in the ground. Legolas catches you before you can fall, and for a brief moment you think he is about to kiss you. But he helps you back to your feet, smirking all the while.

"Of course I fall. This must be a murder attempt." You grump, pleased when he laughs quietly.

"What's this?" You glance to the ground noticing a glint of dark green. You bend down to retrieve it, only to feel you head make contact with another.

Legolas let's out a hissing noise, and the stone is gone from your thoughts. "Legolas?"

"I am fine, though it seems you have caught me."

And you have, as his hair is tangled around the pin on your shoulder. You look to his face, "Only after I fell for you."

His eyes widen, though he makes no sighn of discomfort. "Here is your stone"

You shake your head quickly. "I should like you to keep it, if you will."

Legolas tilts his head to the side. "My best friend married a dwarf, I know what this is."

You tilt your chin defiantly. "Good."

His face is still blank as you reath sharply. "I think I know what you can do for me."

Meet inches away from him you ask, "And what would that be my prince?"

Without a word he closes the gap, kissing you with far more zeel than you could have expected. The hand you'd earlier placed on his cheek now finds it's way to his neck, holding him close when you lips disconnect.

Forhead rested against his, you close his still open hand around the leaf shaped emerald. "I'm afraid you're stuck with me now."

"Well yes," he agrees. "My hair is still caught on your broach."

#legolas #legolas x reader #my fic #mentions of #tauriel x kili #lotr #lord of the rings #writing #post war of the ring

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cooking-with-hailstones · 1 year

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Writing master post

Hello!

I figured it was time to put all my writing under one big pinned post.

You can find all my fics and drabbles under the tag #emily writes or find me on AO3

That Child of Mine:

Rated T (rating may change)

What is the legacy of the child born in secret to the Hero and the Goddess in a time of calamity?

(Ongoing long fic about Link and Zelda’s son, born one week before the calamity, raised in Kakariko village.)

Last updated May 7, 2023

CW: Major character death

Silk and Moonlight

Rated G

The interminable boredom of guard duty is interrupted when Zelda's screams pierce the stillness of the evening. Link rushes to her side, only to find her awakening from a nightmare.The two of them take comfort in each others presence, in the slip of silk and the soft light of the moon.

Written for Zelinktines 2023 - day 2. Prompt: silk

It was my honour and privilege to collab with the amazing @bahbahhh for the art in this fic! Please go check out her stuff!

Is that a yes?

Rated E for sexual content (tags will make it pretty clear)

"Some unknown wellspring of courage bloomed inside her breast. Before she could think twice, the words were out of her mouth. 'You’re more than just a vessel for the sword, Link.'"

Link has been trying for months to convince Zelda that she is more than just a weapon in the war against the calamity. Zelda decides that he should listen to his own advice.

Written for Zelinktines 2023 - day 16. Prompt: "Is that a yes?"

A chance encounter at the blood clinic

Rated T for blood, medical procedures

After a day spent wrangling his students on a field trip to Lake Hylia and having to skip lunch, Link is sure that he'll be fine to go donate blood that evening.He is not fine.But at least he gets to spend some extra time with the lovely nurse, and eat a truly impressive amount of oreos, so, it could be worse?

Written for Zelinktines 2023 - day 21. Prompt: "meet-weird"

For a moment, when I’m dancing,

Rated G

“Is there anything else you would rather do?”

Images flashed through his mind. Cooking dinner with his mother, evenings spent helping his sister with her schoolwork, trailing after Mipha in the healing wards in Zora’s domain. None of it had ever felt as right as when he had first held the master sword in his hands.

“There is nothing else I know how to do. All I've ever known is to give all of myself to you.” And that was true. It was one of the truest things he had ever spoken. From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he had known that he would give everything and more to her, whatever she might ask.

She looked at him silently, before once again taking his hand in hers.

“Come inside. Dance with me.”

Based on the F+tM song “free”

Bright is the ring of words

Rated G

Kass and Link muse on the roles of the hero and bard, the strange ways in which legends are made, and stories are remembered.

Written for @bahbahhh as part of @zelinkcommunity ‘s Loftwing Letters event. Kass and Link centric, but there’s a hint of Zelink if you squint.

#emily writes #my writing #loz #fanfiction #legend of zelda fanfiction #zelink #zelink fanfiction #fic recs #breath of the wild #botw #f+tm #zelink community #zelinktines #zelda #link #pinned post

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hpsaffics · 9 months

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HP Saffics Summer Exchange 2023: Treats Day 6

🏖 For @whoreofthecottage 🏖

haunt me by @leftsidedown [M, Hermione/Minerva]

On nights it’s Hermione’s turn to wear the locket, she goes to bed early.

Mother Knows Best by @caitiewantstobeavadakedavrad [E, Druella/Narcissa]

No one will ever pleasure Narcissa as well as her mother

🏖 For @fantasyborn 🏖

adventures in anachronistic muggle technology by nocturn [T, Fleur/Tonks]

Arthur created a group chat Arthur added Molly, Bill, Charlie, Kingsley, Remus, Sirius, Hestia, and Emmeline Arthur named the chat Operation Order Stakeout Setup

I've Just Seen a Face by @hermioneclone [T, Andromeda/Molly]

Some days, Andromeda can't help but see her daughter 's face looking back at her with Teddy's eyes. It's more than she can bear. She's grateful that she doesn't have to face those days alone anymore.

🏖 For @hermioneclone 🏖

Rooting For You by @mugsdontlie [T, Hermione/Ginny]

Hermione has never understood others’ passion for ball sports — though watching her fly is different.

In Bloom by @leftsidedown [M, Minerva/Pomona]

Summer break means the departure of students, means a respite from headmistress duties, means a magical garden in full bloom.

🏖 For @fiestylilmetalbendingqueen 🏖

hard day's work by @siriusly-sapphic [G, Delphi/Tonks]

Delphi has a summer job at Florean Fortescue's, Tonks comes to visit

The Prize by @lumosatnight [G, Fleur/Ginny]

Ginny Weasley, Hogwarts Champion, catches Fleur’s eye.

🏖 For @padaminpadam 🏖

Not Like Her Sister by @herochicklyrrie007 [E, Druella/Bellatrix]

Druella gets to know her baby daughter

My Whorish Little Creature by @lumosatnight [E, Druella/Eileen]

I cannot cleanse you from my mind.

🏖 For @hadesvampire 🏖

A Rosier and a Black by @lumosatnight [G, Druella/Minerva]

She looks just like her mother.

Read all double drabbles in the collection on AO3!

#hp saffics #hp femslash #hp wlw #saffics summer exchange 2023 #double drabbles #treats

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fiadorable · 1 month

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @curator-on-ao3 🫶

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 46 works, but if you parse the three drabble collections and a ficlet collection it jumps up to 96.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count? 142,888

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Trek Strange New Worlds, The Librarians, Once Upon a Tme, Star Trek Voyager, The X-Files (none on ao3), Harry Potter, and King & Maxwell

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? Where Flowers Bloom: The F*ck You Bouquet Once Upon a Time, SwanQueen, Rated T, 2.8k words Prom season is keeping Regina Mills, proprietor of Fairytale Flowers, busy, but when Emma Swan storms into her store one day with a unique request and a hidden connection, her day shifts from busy to odd to (dare she say it) hopeful.

revelation in the light of gray Star Trek Strange New Worlds, PikeUna, Rated G, 2.8k words Ensign Uhura stumbles into sickbay late one night and discovers something new about Captain Pike and Number One.

love is a ghost you can't control Star Trek Strange New Worlds, PikeUna, Rated T, 4.3k words One or two times Christopher Pike, uh, asked Una Chin-Riley about romance while they were both serving on the Antares. (This fic was inspired by and based on a scenario referenced in @curator-on-ao3's fic The Haze!)

Of Paperwork, Knots, and Warm Glowy Things, or, Roland Registers for Kindergarten Once Upon a Time, OutlawQueen, Rated G, 10.5k words Sometimes, Henry lets him sit on his bed with his old textbooks splayed open on his lap, the large tomes covering his legs as he runs his hands across the shiny paper, drinking in the bright pictures breaking up the dark columns of text. The older boy warned him he might not have hardbacked books like that until first grade, but Roland doesn't care. He's going to carry his own backpack and learn how to write and memorize all the names of all the bugs in this realm.

Trekalicious Drabbles Star Trek Strange New Worlds, PikeUna + La'an & Chapel + La'an & Una + Sir Adya/Z'ymria, Rated T, 2.1k words A collection of 100 word drabbles for the #Wednesday100 challenge

5. Do you respond to comments? I'm trying to! I'm very bad about doing it in a timely manner 🙈

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh, definitely the scorch. That piece is pure, distilled angst.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Of Paperwork, Knots, and Warm Glowy Things is pretty saccharine

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yeah, I attracted a few trolls with So Are We Alright Then?. Luckily they were no match for the almighty "delete comment" function. Most people are nice.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Eh? Kind of? Most of my stuff stays M or below.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've done one: an ending unforseen, which is a crossover between Strange New Worlds and Voyager. I threw Christopher Pike into the Delta Quadrant on Voyager so he could have a chat with Kathryn Janeway.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yep!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I can't pick a favorite, but I will say that Mulder/Scully, fanon Janeway/Chakotay, OutlawQueen, and Pike/Una have all been formative ships that I've enjoyed watching/reading/writing for over the years.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? First Day (Once Upon a Time OQ). 1 chapter published as a one shot that was received so well I turned it into a novel-length fic that was never published (19 chapters, 8 alternate universes visited, 40k words written with barely the surface scratched). I love it. It's my white whale. I open it up and marvel at the audacity and ambition of my younger self every now and then.

16. What are your writing strengths? Characterization, dialogue. Sometimes I concentrate hard and pull off some nifty minimalist prose.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Details and self doubt.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm not bilingual, so if I did, I would 100% run it by a native speaker if someone was available to spot check.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Either Voyager or X-Files, I can't remember which

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I love writing the drabbles, they're little puzzleboxes of happy.

tagging: @enterprise-come-in and @meddow with apologies if y'all've been there done that

#fic meme

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sunnydaleherald · 2 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, February 14

AMY: Hey. Are you guys going to the Valentine's Day dance at the Bronze? I think it's gonna be a lot of fun. [Willow turns to look at Buffy with a huge smile on her face.] BUFFY: Go ahead. You know you wanna say it. WILLOW: My boyfriend's in the band! AMY: Cool. BUFFY: I think you've now told everybody. WILLOW: Only in this hemisphere. AMY: (to Buffy) What about you? BUFFY: Oh, Valentine's Day is just a cheap gimmick to sell cards and chocolate. AMY: Bad breakup, huh? BUFFY: Believe me when I say, 'uh-huh'.

~~BtVS 2x16 “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered”~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

No More Chances (Buffy, Faith, PG) by badly_knitted

A Xanya Valentine (Xander/Anya, T) by snarkyvalkyrie

Daybreak, day after Valentine's (Buffy/Spike, T) by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback

Blooming Onion as a Metaphor for Love (Buffy/Spike, M) by firemanwhenthefloodsrollback

Lonely Heart (Xander/Spike, T) by forsaken2003

Une Autre Vie (Buffy/Faith, E) by Karnstein99

pleasure's all mine (Giles/Jenny, M) by CallMeVampy

Be My Valentine? (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Spikelover4ever

Valentine's Date (Buffy/Spike, PG) by all choseny

[Chaptered Fiction]

Still Life in the Deserts of the World, Chapters 1-2 COMPLETE! (Angel/Darla, E) by girlpire

Passion, Chapter 1/3 (Giles/Jenny, Giles/Ethan, G) by Jess_Ann_Perreault

[Ukrainian language] Forward to Time Past//Вперед у час минулий, Chapter 28/67 (Buffy/Spike, E) translation by Uraniya

Everything is different now, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Faith, M) by alwynjaegar

Cinder-Buffy, Chapter 19 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by holetoledo

Valentine’s Day off, Chapters 1-2 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Love Ridden, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Volume One, Clotho, Chapters 1-4 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by ClowniestLivEver, the_big_bad, Jws1993, Feanix88, Wojtekstan

Love Lives Here, Chapter 22 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Passion4Spike

Agency Has It's Price, Chapter 16 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Desicat

A Breath is But a Soundless Whisper, Chapters 20-21 (Buffy/Spike, 18+) by Blackoberst

The Ring Talks, Chapter 37 (Buffy/Spike, 13+) by myrabeth

Coming Through, Chapters 28-29 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only) by hulettwyo

Valentine’s Day off, Chapters 1-2 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, PG-13) by Lilacsandorangeblossoms

Love Ridden, Chapter 10 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by scratchmeout

Oh The Sights You'll See, Chapters 12-31 COMPLETE! (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) by Melme1325

Stomping on butterflies, Chapters 11-12 (Buffy/Spike, T) by Blackoberst

[Images, Audio & Video]

Artwork: 70’s… (Spike, worksafe) by frenchublog

Fanvid: [Buffy x Spike] (worksafe) by boopsterliv

Gifset: [Spuffy + "I Wanna Be Your Slave" lyrics] (slightly nsfw) by andremichaux

Artwork: Preview panel for comic strip. Angel and Spike are sitting at Angel’s office desk (worksafe) by paulgadzikowski

Artwork: [Spike drawings] (worksafe) by isevery0nehereverystoned

Gifset: I CAN’T LET YOU GO, YOUR HANDPRINT’S ON MY SOUL (insp.) (Buffy/Spike, worksafe) by mcgnagallsarmy

Gifset: Bangel + Love (Buffy/Angel, worksafe) by bangelgifs

Gifset: Valentine’s Day at The Bronze (ensemble, worksafe) by 5bi5

Icons: BtVS + Food and Drink [15 icons] (Buffy, worksafe) by veronyxk84

Fanvid: Spike - Bad by SlayerVid

Artwork: Spuffified: A Collection, Chapter 4 (Buffy/Spike, PG) by satinsafe

"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" - Buffyverse comic by genericaces

ChiBangel, Chapter 1 (Buffy/Angel, G) by MamaBewear

[Reviews & Recaps]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Never Kill a Boy on the First Date, S01E05 by ravenya003

[Recs & In Search Of]

ISO: can anyone recommend fluffy (long) spuffy fanfics ? requested by frenchublog

ISO: old fic where Tara was the reincarnation of William requested by suikofan80

ISO: Last Angel in Hell (comic) requested by alannaoftrebond1919

[Community Announcements]

[Multifandom] katie's femslashfeb valentine's day gift box by sapphicsunshower

[Event] Short & Spuffy is BACK! by Sunnydale After Dark

[Fandom Discussions]

[headcanon] giles got dragged to some random ass outlet mall by jenny and she dressed him up... by mimsycohen

an honest to god new calendiles thought???? by mimsycohen

do y’all ever think about how utterly adorable giles and jenny post iryj are by mimsycohen

[Anti Xander meta - tw for sa mention] by vargamornight

[Angel the series is not better than BtVS] by juanabaloo

[Calendiles headcanon for Valentine's Day] by mimsycohen

what many people do not understand is that buffy summers is THE genre tv show lead by dogmotif

What If: Cordelia Stayed Rich? by nightshade, multiple posters

How well does Tara remember her time brainsucked? by garfan

Rewatch thoughts and questions by GoSpuffy, multiple posters

Angel and Angelus are way closer alike than I thought by Eagles56

Happy v-day! What BtVS/Angel romance never happened but would've been super funny/cute/weird/horrible/intruiging/amazing? No wrong answers by Sudden-Star-7190

What’s an image from Buffy that looks completely inconspicuous without context but means something very significant to anyone who’s watched the show? by LunchThreatener

Giles and Anya (Please stop) by Pumpkins217

Cordy & Xander by Neat-Biscotti-2962

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

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ninthfeather · 2 years

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WIP Folder

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. I have deemed that this isn’t just for writing either. Sketch titles? Comics? DnD campaigns? If you have an unfinished project, it counts!!

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Tagged by @laora-ryn, can’t tag one person for every wip (frick can u imagine) but i will tag @presumenothing, @mirrorfalls, @chuthulhu, and @shiinogi. If I didn’t tag you but you want to do this, please consider yourself tagged.

hahaha i am drowning in WIPs over here. these are just the ones that 1) i have at least some intention of working on again or of posting, 2) haven’t been posted in part yet, and 3) are completely or mostly mine (as opposed to even collabs with another writer).

Arknights

[arknights fic] Past the bright facade, layers of rust

sad bear girls in snow (children of ursus rewrite)

Batfamily

this kind of frequently-told story

I’m gonna get me a taste of some chaos first

Bleach

coping mechanism drabbles

bleach au

BnHA

BnHA Bunny - we dream in the dark (for the most part)

bakugou fic

bnha pb

FFXV

ffxv_glaives adopt Prompto

ffxv_sutepri

Genshin

abyss mage!kaeya: fault lines tremble underneath my glass house

the birthplace i miss will probably have flowers in full bloom

diluc fic [insert batman joke here]

genshin_shadows in deep drabble

Heizou and Childe and Zhongli

NGE

NGE characters read canon(s)

Tokyo-3 First Municipal Junior High School Class 2-A: NERV’s Pilot Candidate Class

Misc Fandoms

dragon!Vash (Trigun)

EOD WIP doc (JJK)

Essekfic (Critical Role)

KagePro_Con Prep (KagePro)

ienzo fic (Kingdom Hearts)

Ruroken Roleswitch fic (Rurouni Kenshin)

VnC fic (Vanitas no Carte)

CQL D&D AU (MDZS/The Untamed)

furuba_postcanon (Fruits Basket)

AlStars!bargain akatsuki (Alchemy Stars)

Crossovers

DD/G-Tekketsu (Netflix Daredevil/Gundam IBO)

(TMA/Higurashi) I believe what you said

G00_FFXV

fate/stand by me (ffxv/fate series)

persona/genshin

DCMKxATLA

bleach/khr

mfrz x mdzs (Arknights/MDZS)

#ninthfeather's fic #ask meme #wip meme

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bloomingednae · 4 years

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If there was a beauty in letting go, this was it.

Okabe knew getting her involved would only redo the actions of the future which he had already undone, and preventing them now would be the only best solution.

So even as Kurisu turned around towards him, wide-eyed and shocked with familiarity crossing her expression, he did not stop in the street; his heart weighed heavy with the emotions of the future which he already lived.

Her tears. Her smile. Her arms wrapped around him. Her lips on his-

He shakily sighed; his hand wrapped around the lab member pin badge in his pocket as he continued to walk his way through the Akihabara crowds.

Author's note. RE: if Okabe never stopped and gave Kurisu the pin badge in the very last episode. (...yeah, I haven't been here for months and I'm here to drop some angst again because my mind won't stop)

#blooming drabbles s;g #how have you all been??

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 2 years

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A L L S T A R S

WHAT WOULD THE TWST CAST DO IF THEY NOTICE YOU DON'T HAVE A SEAT

H E A R T S L A B Y U L

Riddle Rosehearts

YOURS IS MINE TO TAKE [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

HEART BLOOMING [ DRABBLE / FLUFF ]

Trey Clover

MEDICINE FOR THE COLD SHOULDER TREATMENT [ FIC / NSFW ]

BABY FEVER [ DRABBLE / FLUFF ]

GOOD BOY [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

Cater Diamond

Currently none!

Ace Trappola

IN BETWEEN THE DECK OF CARDS [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE ( PART 2 ) [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

Deuce Spade

IN BETWEEN THE DECK OF CARDS [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE ( PART 2 ) [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

S A V A N A C L A W

Leona Kingscholar

A SWEET LOVING ACT OF OWNERSHIP [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

BREAKING ICE [ FIC / FLUFF ]

A PREDATOR'S PRIZED CATCH [ HEADCANONS / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

WELL DESERVED MEAL [ FIC / NSFW ]

Ruggie Bucchi

PURE LUCK [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF ]

A HYENA'S MOCKERY [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

BREAKING ICE [ FIC / FLUFF ]

A PREDATOR'S PRIZED CATCH [ HEADCANONS / NSFW ]

WELL DESERVED MEAL [ FIC / NSFW ]

Jack Howl

SEAL THE KNOT [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE ( PART 2 ) [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

DISASTROUSLY ADDICTED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

A PREDATOR'S PRIZED CATCH [ HEADCANONS / NSFW ]

WELL DESERVED MEAL [ FIC / NSFW ]

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

P O M E F I O R E

Vil Schoenheit

IMPISHLY DESIRED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

Rook Hunt

LESSON BE LEARNED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

Epel Felmier

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE ( PART 2 ) [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

DRASTIC COUNTER [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

O C T A V I N E L L E

Azul Ashengrotto

PURE LUCK [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF ]

THE TIDES OF LOVE [ FIC / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

Jade Leech

CAUGHT BY A LEASH [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

Floyd Leech

A SWEET LOVING ACT OF OWNERSHIP [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

S C A R A B I A

Kalim Al-Asim

Currently none!

Jamil Viper

IMPISHLY DESIRED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

I G N I H Y D E

Idia Shroud

DISASTROUSLY ADDICTED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

Ortho Shroud

Currently none!

D I A S O M N I A

Malleus Draconia

OFFERING? MORE LIKE OFFSPRING [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

OFFERING? MORE LIKE OFFSPRING ( PART 2 ) [. DRABBLE / FLUFF ]

BABY FEVER [ DRABBLE / FLUFF ]

THE ONE WHO THEIR HEART BEATS FOR [ DRABBLE / YANDERE ]

Lilia Vanrouge

YOURS IS MINE TO TAKE [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

Sebek Zigzolt

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

PROBLEM SOLVED BUT YOU GOT ANOTHER ONE RISING, MAKE IT FIVE ( PART 2 ) [ HEADCANONS / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

UNPLANNED PLANNING [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

DESPERATELY DESPERATE [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

IMMOVEABLE OBJECT VERSUS UNSTOPPABLE FORCES [ FIC / FLUFF + SLIGHT NSFW ]

Silver

Currently none!

F A C U L T Y

Mozus Trein

Currently none!

Divus Crewel

Currently none!

Dire Crowley

LESSON BE LEARNED [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

Ashton Vargas

Currently none!

Sam

Currently none!

N O N - F A C U L T Y

Farena

NO SURPRISES [ FIC / ANGST ]

A R T W O R K S

NSFW ARTWORK OF TREY ( 1 )

NSFW ARTWORK OF AZUL ( 1 )

A SWEET LOVING ACT OF OWNERSHIP MILESTONE! NSFW ARTWORK OF LEONA ( 1 )

CHUBBY FEM!MC VERSION FRESHMEN MILESTONE ARTWORK ( 1 )

T W I S T E D T H I R S T S

LEONA BRAINROT ( 1 )

LEONA BRAINROT ( 2 )

LEONA BRAINROT ( 3 )

OVERBLOT PHANTOMS BRAINROT ( 1 )

OVERBLOT LEONA BRAINROT ( 1 )

JACK BRAINROT ( 1 )

JACK BRAINROT ( 2 )

SAVANACLAW BRAINROT ( 1 )

SAVANACLAW NPC BRAINROT ( 1 )

SAVANACLAW TRIO BRAINROT ( 1 )

SAVANACLAW TRIO BRAINROT ( 2 )

SAVANACLAW TRIO BRAINROT ( 3 )

SAVANACLAW TRIO BRAINROT ( 4 )

SCARABIA DUO BRAINROT ( 1 )

JAMIL BRAINROT ( 1 )

EPEL BRAINROT ( 1 )

EPEL BRAINROT ( 2 )

EPEL BRAINROT ( 3 )

VIL BRAINROT ( 1 )

VIL BRAINROT ( 2 )

VIL BRAINROT ( 3 )

VIL BRAINROT ( 4 )

SEBEK AND ACE BRAINROT ( 1 )

DIASOMNIA BRAINROT ( 1 )

ALL STARS ( EXCLUDING ORTHO ) THE MOST SITABLE FACE RANKING

S P E C I A L E V E N T S

100 FOLLOWERS AND 500 NOTES MILESTONE! NRC FRESHMEN ART AND BIRTHDAY BASH SPECIAL! [ ENDED! ]

200 FOLLOWERS MILESTONE ARTWORK! NRC SOPHOMORES ( PART 1 )

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sandsorghum · 2 years

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Sloshed

Ok just hear me out Nanami coming home horny and hammered because he had to endure some stupid party for his promotion. He loathes this sort of corporate celebrations but was compelled by his boss. Shots keep getting shoved into his hand but his mind is on you the whole time. He wants nothing more than to return to you with the news, to see your face light up and glow - maybe there's even an opportunity for a private congratulatory ceremony- he knows how much you've missed him, his touch, how needy you've been with him stuck at work on a night like this, even if all that seems worth it now. Well, Nanami's gonna see just how nicely his labour pays off...

Is this a drabble/ficlet? Some hybrid of the two? Idk I can't help myself, he keeps i n s p i r i n g me. I have this picture to blame for the latest indulgence

WC: 1.1k Genre: Soft Smut, Domestic Fluff Warning: Sort of(?) drunk sex [Reader sober and 300% on board]

He collapses into bed alongside you, peppering protests and declarations of his open-mouthed need, It was just a glass or seven or more or less, he'd handled it he'd taken a cab why did that matter

He tastes just a little like ridiculousness, in how you can feel his flush when he hiccups into your kiss and his head is splitting between the sobering humiliation which isn't enough, it's nothing against your giggles reverberating across his tongue, pliant and intoxicating and making him confess, yea ok maybe it was getting to his head in more ways than one and he was a little tipsy; it's a too late admission, abundance of evidence already burning heavy in his spit - or maybe it's a warning slurred out in the drag of his lips along your skin, trading coherence for decadence and his fingers are roving roving roving...

His name pitches into the air, half-whine half-laugh, utterly breathy, and Nanami doesn't remember taking another shot but the sambuca scorch through his skin is all too real, swears he can taste vermouth on your lips as you rise up against him to push him on that back which is usually so strong Nanami, Let me - and when had he got the strength sapped from him had he always been so weak yes yes he's waited wasted an entire lifetime to feel such weakness Your lips are an assault, an invitation, an incantation of his syllables summoning need thick and hot in his belly, trailing lazily from his parted ones, the sigils traced in languid swirls of your cunning tongue glowing white hot on his skin as you're collecting the utterances spilling in shards from his heaving chest, his roiling ribs, those quaking corded thighs, desperation breaking through his clenched teeth.

Clarity glistens along his seams for a moment, when you savour his pants, kiss poised just above the pulse and pearl of him, how he's staring at you, slit-eyed, brows knit, expression creased in pleasure. "Still so stubborn, my love" you croon and Nanami can't clamp back his moans anymore as you wrap wickedness and mercy and mirth around his ache. Single swipe and several sucks in quick succession and the moment is fractal, he's splintering, frantic, ashamed; trying to gather himself again in the fisting of your hair, such sweet futility.

You won't allow it. Your cheeks hollow, throat constricts.

Your strands spill in tandem with Nanami as you chase the unraveling threads of his release, reaching the root of him in spurting ropes, slurping satisfaction and familiarity, unhindered and unguided down your gullet; it is a path you have both been down so many times before, after all. You don't so much resurface as you are yanked up to meet his mouth again, marveling at Nanami's tolerance for the tang of his own salt-bitterness that exceeds aniseed, but here too, absinthe blooms, warring with ambrosia in a clash of lips and teeth.

And Nanami, a one-man army laying siege to your senses, is ready for you to reduce him to rubble, for his own forts to crumble at your skimming touch. The way you're drinking in the air from his lungs to feed the furnace in your eyes, the way you're devouring him, cocktail of immolation and inebriation all at once.Yes this is what he stumbled home for, the hangover he's all too happy to pay the price for.

Oh, and he's gonna have to call a tow service in the morning.

He swore he would never lose control again, it was only ever on that one night with you and your giggles tinkling like glass, not like those raucous guffaws yammering in his ear, a thumping against concrete that was equally responsible for giving him this splitting headache as whatever the hell that chartreuse liquid had been

But you'd been so sweet and understanding, you always are, maybe he can convince you to share a lazy afternoon with him, seek out that perfect hangover cure between your thighs over and over...

Nanami turns to you, curling into your drowsy warmth. You don't stir but already there's a tilt to your lips, as if some part of you already knows, has already acquiesced - no, eagerly acceded to his non-verbal request, nudged against the plush of your hips. Nanami smiles

How readily convinced you are.Almost as if you were the one waiting.

There's a moment before his want stretches into need, your soft keen of his name thinning the air and coiling heat in his groin, before the appetites nibbling and tickling his belly surge into an urge to devour, before control tapers into abandonment, where Nanami realizes something; the reason for his lapse in judgement last night, for his indulgence. It's laid as bare and obvious as the arch of you into him, a union of your swells with his growing rigidness.

The accompanying remuneration had exceeded his projections, more than sufficient to be an accelerant of the future, the blueprints for which were inked as fresh as the shine upon your lips, wine dark on a wintry night when he had had another realisation, the most important, and immutable.

You always told him you wanted for nothing, and it was true - he had already been comfortable, hadn't known he'd needed some other comfort, a different sort of security. This elucidation you brought, (wrought upon him, he thinks sometimes, in snatched midnight grunts and gasps) had been as pleasantly startling to Nanami as the sudden uptick in his expenditure on lingerie, dinnerware, a larger wardrobe.

But perhaps his apartment had shrunk. After all, there wasn't room for a crib.

Now, there would be enough to throw out those blueprints. Enough for blank canvases, whitewashed walls. For the collections of your pristine notebooks and his dust-jacketed paperbacks to grow dogmarked.

Enough for him not to pause, and wonder about the chime of a certain boutique's bell that he strolled past everyday. Enough to stop and enter that shop which sold those shiny rocks you constantly scoffed at and dismissed. Yet Nanami can't forget how even their dazzle gets eclipsed by the twinkle in your eyes, no mere reflection, because he's seen it even with your unadorned fingers, clasped in his.

Enough to seek out skies that would attempt, in vain, to glitter as bright as you. He thinks they would at least do a better job than this garish jungle of flickering neons. Enough to leave behind steel and glass, in exchange for sand, foam, starlight.

The promotion was significant. Would cement career success, by anyone else's standards. In a few months, he would be sorely missed. He might even piss off some of the higher-ups.

But Nanami has far more important duties.

The epiphany settles over him, gentle as his kiss dropped on your lips, warm as honey-showers from fizzling sparklers that swoosh, carving light into the night. And natural, as the curve of your mouth, in pursuit of the first smile in your eyes, already there and greeting him as they flutter open.

Yes, the epiphany is natural, as starlings coming home to roost.

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flowerwrites06 · 2 years

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lion and the fox IV — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses. Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle) Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+ Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series Word Count: 2.8k Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity. Authors Note: Part 4 is here! I’ve really enjoyed writing this series again because it’s a change from fantasy stuff and mafia aus are my weakness. Hope you like this one and let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.

Married couples often fell into a routine of comfort with each other eventually. His parents told him time and time again of this magical phenomenon, trying to strengthen their reasoning for marrying him off at fifteen years old. You eat together, you sleep in the same bed, be in one another’s air, love will bloom. So he and Gaia went off on this quest. Two teenagers stood in the ceremony, their skin still plump from childhood and their eyes barely taken in the horrors of their family business just yet.

Jungkook was expected to be the most excited. Boys are mad over girls, no matter which one, his uncle once slurred at him. He couldn’t understand what was being told to him at the time. Even now, he wasn’t sure. Jungkook liked girls but he knew for a fact, he wasn’t mad over all of them.

Every morning, like a calculated dance, Jungkook and Gaia would kiss in their bed. As the sun bladed through the curtains, Gaia was already on top of him. Mornings were really the only time they could do this before work took him into a vacuum. Jungkook was comfortable with Gaia, he knew this much. Each pearling of sweat, heavy breath, twitch and moan, he knew like the back of his hand. Did that necessarily mean he loved her though?

Any person who was observant could know these things. Wasn’t love something deeper? Or was that thought just a naïve part of himself coming back to life?

This morning had a different spark. His mind began to take him on a journey deep into his imagination and Gaia began to change. Her cheeks began to plump slightly and her eyes were rounded, chestnut brown hair darkened and her eyes were turning from a lime green to a deep hazel. Some sensible part of him quietly panicked at this vision.

Jungkook knew he wasn’t supposed to be thinking it but he found himself unable to stop. Fingers dug into her hips, it felt just like hers. Comfort became impatience, fluttering like butterflies in his stomach. He melted into Belle’s touch, happily being vulnerable rather than just comfortable.

As the impatience overwhelmed him, Jungkook whipped them around so she was below him. Somehow even in this position, she led him. Their fingers intertwined and their lips hovered hotly over each other. He wanted so desperately to prolong this foolish vision but he knew it had to end eventually. Reality wouldn’t allow this. He will wake up to one person and one person alone. His parents had decided that long ago.

Even in gentle thrusts, Jungkook felt himself unravelling at the sight of her. Her pretty wrists were trapped under his hands as she opened herself to him. She reveled in the pleasure but also smiled at him mockingly. You’re one of the most powerful men in the country. Yet you can’t have me the way you want. He could hear those words, spoken in her voice to him.

His body trembling, Jungkook tipped over the edge with pleasure, spilling inside her. It was when the clarity began sinking in that her face disappeared. Without warning and without time being given, Jungkook was brought back to reality. The reality was beautiful in every sense but now he knew for sure, that true madness wasn’t a vague spread of feelings. But a specific, gut-wrenching goal even heightened physical pleasure couldn’t manipulate. The realization of this terrified Jungkook greatly.

After their morning session, the servants prepared a lush breakfast at the courtyard. They were welcomed by the warm sun and fresh tea with pickled vegetables, hot rice, grilled fish and fermented soybeans. Gaia wore a beautiful sundress with chrysanthemum print, the transparency of her hat cast a soft glow on her face. Jungkook resorted to wearing a simple shirt and some suspenders, since he had too many meetings today.

Breakfast was often quiet with minimal, surface-level conversation.

Jungkook would give a brief glance at Gaia when she poured a small shot of vodka into her tea and that ticked the box for their most interesting interaction. His wife was a fascinating person when she worked.

Niether of them were very good at domestic life, however. Their parents had no such life and that was the continued legacy, mostly by accident since most of them didn’t know where to begin.

Although, Gaia opted to speak something Jungkook wasn’t prepared for. “You finally found someone, darling.”

Jungkook was mid-chew on his fish when she said this. “Sorry?”

Gaia chuckled softly through her nose, taking a gentle sip of her tainted tea. “It’s that journalist girl, isn’t it?”

“Sorry…I was tired.” Jungkook blurted the first response that came to mind without stuttering like a fool. Part of him even worried that Belle may enter the household at any moment during this conversation.

She shook her head. “I don’t mind you letting off steam somewhere else so long as you’re keeping safe as we promised. However, I don’t appreciate being a toy while you’re thinking about someone else.”

“Do you think about other people when we’re in bed?”

Her hand paused for a moment in thought. “Mornings are for you. I know how to keep promises.”

They never addressed the heavily formal way their marriage was set up. Not so plainly during breakfast. Jungkook wasn’t sure how to feel about what gate he just opened.

“Either way, you’re good in bed. So it’s not a loss.” Gaia shrugged, soothing some light into what could’ve been a dark place in their shaky matrimony. “My suggestion is if something like that consumes you so much, you should at least give it a practical try.”

“It’s not that simple.” There was so much at stake if he kept being vulnerable with her. He was already softened whenever Belle was around. To break so much etiquette in a time when Jungkook needed to watch his back was asking for death. Yet a small part of him wanted to risk it. Just a little.

Gaia hummed, happily showing how unconvinced she was. “Suit yourself, boss. Is there any assignment you want to put me on today?”

Like a bag of bricks dropped on his already aching head, Jungkook remembered all he had learned about his wife. Rosyne still had to confirm any suspicions, but that didn’t mean the thought wasn’t eating at his stomach.

“No assignment today.” He shook his head, feigning a smile.

Congratulations flurried across Saja Ilbo after the factory infiltration. Flowers flooded Hoseok’s desk and even her work space crowded with admirers, flailing over the new star journalist. Belle saw a glimpse of Hoseok’s helpless face as he peeked over his partner. But she knew this was a better time than any to go back to the Jeon-Takahashi estate. Hansuke was always distracted when a new famed writer came into play and he sure as hell wouldn’t realise Belle was gone.

Giving a playful smile to a betrayed Hoseok, Belle rushed out in haste.

The possibility of Gaia liaising with a spy was all too heavy on her shoulders. She couldn’t imagine how Jungkook must be feeling. How Gaia herself must feel. Her thigh began to ache, prickling and calling out for another dose but it still wasn’t time. Hoseok kept a tight hand on her medication.

On good days, Belle was grateful but right now, it was nothing short of torture. The sight of the emptied cherry blossoms somewhat calmed her. Winter would be harsh but at least she could take the cold air into her lungs, refresh her without that looming stress of getting more satiation than she needed.

The guards recognized her and she walked comfortably through the circular gate. Although what she didn’t expect was seeing the woman herself in such short notice.

Belle couldn’t even take the time to gather herself before Gaia caught her gaze.

Dark, painted lips stretched into a smile that revealed no real emotion. Except for a chill down her spine. She walked slowly, taking Belle’s form in as if she could detect where all her weaknesses were.

Exposing Jungkook was one thing but Gaia was a Takahashi. There was a line that journalists couldn’t cross in this country and Belle was practically stomping on it.

Denying that Belle was fearful would be foolish. Nevertheless, she returned a smile. “Morning, Mrs. Takahashi.”

“Morning, darling.” Gaia curled her slender fingers together, like a snake’s tail enclosed on its victim. “It’s good you came over early today. Your expertise seems to be well-needed by my dear husband.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Belle shook her head.

Gaia hummed, her eyes showing no glint or glimmer. “He likes you quite a bit. Haven’t seen him this way in a long time.”

Brows furrowed. “Define like.”

Gaia paused for a moment, almost curious. Maybe it wasn’t a response she expected or maybe it was a trap she laid but just couldn’t latch onto Belle. Either way, Belle saw a first glimpse of the powerful lady looking taken aback. “He imagines you in the most delicate of situations.”

Belle forced herself not to look shocked, keeping a softened smile. “Thank you for telling me, Mrs. Takahashi. I’ll keep it in mind.”

Gaia chuckled, tapping Belle’s shoulder. “You got a good poker face. We should play sometime.” She walked past her, leaving melodic laughs trailing behind her.

Jimin didn’t have time to go to Marionette Hotel today. Gaia succumbed to a crude way of meeting with a lover which was to drive deep into woods and whisper in the backseat. The traditional way of having lovers. Her mother used to do it, now she was following in those footsteps. Though it was rather intimate, this setting. Their faces so close together allowing the scent of tobacco to swirl in the air around them, mixing with perfume and cologne.

“I hope this isn’t a way for you to end it off with us,” Gaia joked. That miniscule, pesky part of her often worried genuinely but she knew how to shut it off.

Jimin’s eyes softened sweetly, his fingers trailing the curvature of her cheek. “No. Work has just been suffocating for me, is all. I wanted a change of scenery.”

“An enclosed car to cure suffocation?” Gaia chuckled. “I’m happy you didn’t try to leave me.”

“Why are you so worried about me leaving suddenly?” His voice was so gentle and tender that Gaia felt herself melting into it.

Perhaps, some little nagging pull in her belly indicated a fear. A fear of being the one who wasn’t wanted. Perhaps in some way, Gaia didn’t like Jungkook’s change in behaviour. Perhaps she also didn’t like the look in that journalist’s eyes. “My husband has found a favourite.”

Jimin raised a dark brow. “And you’re jealous of her?”

“Not necessarily. More…of a concern. If I cheat, it’s normal. People of my birth often get away with worse things in this country.” Gaia scoffed. “Jungkook can have lovers but if he steps too much out of line, it’s rebellion.”

“It could just be a fleeting attraction.” Jimin shook his head. “Don’t worry so much.” His fingers trailed down her neck, targeting the spot he always kissed. Then he did. He knew it calmed her down, the soft and warm touch that brought shivers down her spine.

Even the seconds weren’t wasted between them. Jimin pulled her Gaia onto his lap, her lipstick smudged on his neck and jawline as she sunk into him. Heat gathered and steamed the windows. Pearls of sweat and humidity formed on their skin, soaking into their clothes as their movements grew hasty like they had only a minute more left before the world ripped them apart.

Gaia’s comfortable bubble when she noticed a figure watching them from the bushes. What was supposed to be a moment of comfort turned to dread when she stopped moving.

Jimin cupped her cheek. “What’s wrong?” He whispered.

“Someone’s watching.” Gaia kept a close eye on the spy but they seemed to immediately catch that she knew of their presence. “Goddammit.” She pulled out the gun from her purse and stomped over to the spy, shooting them right in the leg so they plopped helplessly to the ground. “I’m not some mere actress you can stalk freely, boy!”

Boy was the right word. Spies who had minor tailing tasks were often young. Maybe if Gaia were a little less accustomed, she’d feel guilty but not today.

What did shock her was that this wasn’t just any spy. He was one of Jungkook’s boys.

“On whose orders are you working?” Gaia asked.

“Master Jeon, madame. He made me do it.” Every word in his voice trembled which only angered Gaia further. Not only did Jungkook try to spy on her but he got a small puppy to do it, as if she was some minuscule pawn in his game.

The desk was full of newspapers and articles covering the prostitution ring bust. It was always a sigh of relief for Belle whenever she saw these headlines. Although in this scenario, she aided one criminal gang to expose someone more evil. She got herself into a strange, awkward valley between the evil and the lesser evil. However, calling Jungkook ‘evil’ became a stretch the more she spent time inside the household. In some ways, Belle imagined Jungkook as a porcelain king on the chess board. He was important and without him, the empire would fall but he was also vulnerable, unable to make any moves that won’t expose him for more danger.

Breaking her trance, Jungkook placed a sleek black typewriter on the table, pushing aside the newspaper. “This is for you.”

Belle was rarely left speechless. She gazed at the typewriter that was brand new, shining and had a gold ‘B’ engraved. “You’re joking, right?”

“It’d be a very boring joke if it was,” Jungkook chuckled. “This way you don’t have handwrite everything. Unless you prefer that.”

“No, no.” Belle actually stammered, feeling stupid for not predicting something like this. “Uh—thank you. It’s very beautiful.” She traced her fingers across the previous untouched keys, unable to hide the excited smile on his face.

“It’s my thank you for helping me find the rat using my name,” said Jungkook as he rolled up the sleeves of his crème shirt. His suspenders had pretty engravings of rubies to match the red cloth.

“You helped me too.” Belle pressed onto the keys gently at first, hearing the clicking and clacking echo in her ears like a warm hug.

Jungkook sighed softly, leaning against the edge of the table. “It’s also another way of me officially apologizing for my behaviour.”

“Did you hear anything about Marionette Hotel?” She asked, voice soft as she watched him look more vulnerable in her presence. The king turned porcelain in front of her, so easy to break yet some part of her wanted to protect it.

“Rosyne’s still looking into it.” Jungkook shook his head, eyes growing soft and meek. “I also—sent a spy. I didn’t want to but I want to make sure.” He rubbed his face.

Belle placed her hands behind her back. “Is the stress making you—hallucinate perhaps?” Her voice turned extremely soft. Not vulnerable but smooth like a flowing fountain of sweet chocolate.

For a moment, the porcelain king looked like Belle had lost her mind. But the slight horror that twisted on his usually confident face brought a warm excitement in Belle’s stomach.

Jungkook scoffed. “Of course, she told you.”

“I’m very flattered, if it’s worth anything.” Belle tilted her head, only just realizing how close they were standing. And how much taller he was compared to her. The heat of his skin radiated with the musky scent of cologne. In the cold, the fragrance was still fresh and thick in her nose.

His dark eyes flickered down to her painted lips. “Does that mean I have the chance to court you?” Jungkook’s voice became so low that it created a private bubble between them. Nothing else in the world moved but them.

Belle bit down her bottom lip, planning to step back from him but her body wouldn’t move out of the bubble. It was theirs. Intimate, warm and tantalizing. “Not a chance,” she whispered teasingly.

Sweetness spread across Jungkook’s gentle smile as he leaned in closer. Their noses just barely touching and their lips tenderly hovering over each other. “Are you sure?” It was so quietly spoken that it may as well have been inaudible. But Belle felt it deep in her gut.

She felt his lips touch hers, too soft for it to be considered one. Pleasure wrapped around her spine, gripping her until she melted into his touch.

The door clicked open.

In a jolt, Belle forced herself to step away and pretend to look at her new typewriter.

Rosyne walked into the room. The confident and collection consigliere had a worried expression twisted on her face.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked.

Her throat bobbed up and down as she looked between them. “We have a confirmation on Mrs. Takahashi.”

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meltwonu · 3 years

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47. “Shut up.”

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

39. “You taste like fucking candy.”

notes; AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES… lord i just love the idea of fucking an annoyed mingyu kdsjfhkds, cocky!mingyu, dirty talk, using panties as a gag, a little oral(fem receiving)/fingering, a little cum eating. Also forgive me bc im trying a different formatting of my drabbles and rly im just turning them into 1k-ish word fics?😭😭 I JUST CAN’T SHUT UP and these get so long so theyre not rly drabbles anymore sorry but also ive gotten so far without renaming the entire drabble game thing so… ye. Should i rename this drabble game? Or is it okay? Sorry that i cannot write short things…😭😩 should i include a word count?😅 I’m a mess and this is longer than 1k so the rest is under the cut!! Thank you for requesting!!! Enjoy!💕

“Fuck, Mingyu, you left your shit in the washing machine again! Can you just get your shit together so I don’t have to wait on you all the time!?”

You prop a hand on your hip, watching as the male raises a brow from his place on the sofa when he turns his attention to you.

“Why don’t you go clean the bowl you left in the sink then, huh? I can say the same thing!”

Your lips press into a firm line; annoyance clear on your features. “My one fuckin’ bowl isn’t deterring you from using the sink but your shit in the washer is preventing me from washing my damn clothes!”

The tall male gets up from his spot on the sofa; annoyance obvious on his face as well. “You’re just so…”

“Just so what, Mingyu?”

He grits his teeth as he makes his way to leave and deal with the laundry. “Forget it.”

You watch as he moves his things to the dryer before shooting you a harsh stare and beelining straight for his room across the hallway.

You finally manage to put your things in the washer once Mingyu retreats to his bedroom and it beeps once when it finally finishes, 45 minutes later.

Except now Mingyu’s clothes are just sitting in the dryer.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you storm over to Mingyu’s bedroom, flinging the door open with the intent of giving him a piece of your mind again.

“Mingyu, you fuckin’----”

“Fuck!”

Your eyes flit all across the tall male with his back against the headboard and you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his large hand wrapped around his thick cock; throat going dry at the view. “Uh---”

“Don’t you fucking knock!?”

The words die on your tongue the longer you stand his doorway, and he, too, makes no effort to move from his place on his bed. “M--maybe if you fucking moved your shit from the dryer on t-time!” You retort; already losing the fight in your voice the longer your eyes fixate on the leaking tip of his cock.

Mingyu’s at a loss for words himself and he’s unsure of what to even do to make the situation less awkward.

But he will admit; your flustered expression might’ve made his cock twitch.

He clears his throat, “I don’t see you leaving. Finally owning up to the fact you wanna fuck me?” Mingyu grins; cockiness replacing the awkwardness he was feeling moments prior.

“Shut up.”

His grin falters momentarily before it’s back; his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

Mingyu is meticulous. You have to admit.

He cleans while he cooks and makes sure his utensils and prepping station are absolutely spotless before the meal is even done cooking.

He’s apparently also just as meticulous with his tongue when he eats you out; fingers knuckle deep and curling into your g-spot just as he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your clit for the umpteeth time. “Ngh, fuck---fuck you, Mingyu!” You lock your hands into his permed hair, tugging on it slightly when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard.

“God, fuck y-you!” You grind against his tongue and fingers as you get closer and closer to the verge of an orgasm.

Mingyu pulls away slightly, lips glistening and wet. “You taste like fucking candy. It’s a shock considering your sour nature.” He mutters quietly, only loud enough for you to catch it as the heat blooms on your cheeks. “Just shut up and eat me out.” You mumble back.

Scoffing, he thrusts his fingers into you harshly one more time. “I think you’ve had enough actually.” He wiggles his fingers inside of your wet cunt as you moan out. “It’s time for you to give me what I want too.”

He pulls his fingers out, popping them into his own mouth as he licks your wetness off of them. Your grip on his hair loosens as he starts to sit up between your legs; his long hair falling into his dark eyes when he looks down at you. “Get up, we’re switching places.”

“Fine.”

It takes you a second to maneuver around the tall male on his small bed; huffing when he lays down against the pillows. “I ate you out and fingered your ‘lil pussy so now you can ride my cock and pull some of the weight around here.” He snides.

A smirk paints its way onto his features as you clench your jaw and sit down onto his thighs. “You’re lucky I needed to get laid or I wouldn’t be this willing to ride your fuckin’ dick.”

“Oh please, you probably dream about my cock. I see you eyeing me when I’m just walkin’ around in my sweats. I bet I’m who you fantasize about when you’re getting off with that vibrator of yours. Which, by the way, is fuckin’ loud. I hope you realize I can hear it when I pass by your bedroom. You should really---mmph!”

You quickly stuff your soaked panties between his lips before he can say anything more; gritting your teeth. “You really need to shut up. You’re cuter with your mouth closed or eating me out.”

Mingyu wasn’t… technically wrong. You just didn’t want to hear it right now.

You quickly shimmy your body up until you can reach down and wrap a hand around his cock and Mingyu places his hands on your waist to steady you as you slowly start to sink down onto him. “O-oh, fuck…”

A garbled moan spills from your lips as you feel him filling you up inch by inch; already wanting to start a quick pace as you chase your own orgasm.

Mingyu groans from around the panties between his lips and he tosses his head back as your tight, warm walls clench around his cock.

He thought about you sometimes too. Not that he’d admit it either.

It takes a few tense seconds and a few stuttered breaths before you’re completely seated on his cock; the tip of it already curving into your g-spot as you give yourself a moment to adjust to his size. “Y’know, if you w-weren’t such a cocky son of a b-bitch, I wouldn’t be so, ah, opposed to fucking y-you… G-god, I’d probably even, ngh, d-date you..”

You slowly start to swivel your hips as you mewl; Mingyu’s cock fit inside your cunt so perfectly. “But all y-you do is, hah, c-complain about m-my messes when you’re m-messy too…”

Mingyu’s blunt nails dig into the skin of your naked waist as you alternate between bouncing in his lap and swiveling your hips. And in return, his harsh breaths are all you can hear as you fuck yourself on his cock. He knows he could easily flip you onto your back and fuck you into his bedsheets until all you knew was his name, but he plays nice for now and lets you have your fun while you could.

“What were you t-thinkin’ about, huh? Before I walked in h-here. Were you thinkin’ about, ah, me? Do I get you s-so heated that, mmh, you g-get hard? Are you t-that easy?” You shoot him a cocky grin of your own as you clench around his cock. He narrows his eyes at you before he plants his feet firmly onto the bed and bucks his hips up into you; effectively jostling you and making you bounce harder in his lap as he starts to fuck you.

A sharp whine escapes past your lips as he starts a quick pace and you're quick to meet his movements as you slam down onto his cock with each of his thrusts. The two of you fall into a comfortable rhythm as you both unload all of the sexual tension that’d been brewing for the few months that you’d been roommates.

Your saccharine moans and whines mix in with Mingyu’s harsh breaths and muffled groans as you both feel yourselves inching closer and closer to the edge. He can already feel his cock twitching and he can already feel the way your walls tighten even more around his cock with each passing second.

You reach a hand between your body and his; fingertips on your swollen clit as you race towards your orgasm. “Fuck, I, ah, w-wanna cum…” You mumble.

Mingyu bites down onto the fabric in his mouth as he tosses his head back again, his forehead covered in a sheen of sweat as he starts to feel his abdomen tightening with his impending orgasm.

And he doesn’t warn you when he cums, but you can feel his cock twitching and his cum filling you up as his thrusts lose their rhythm. You let out a choked moan at the feeling and you rub quicker circles on your clit as you throw yourself over the edge and into your orgasm as well.

Mingyu lets out a muffled groan as he feels your walls fluttering around him and for a moment, he tells himself he could get used to fucking you.

“Oh, g-god, you’re, ah, fu--fucking cumming so---so much inside of m-me…” Whimpering, you slam down onto his cock as you both ride out your high and Mingyu’s eyes fixate on the way his cock slides out of your wet pussy covered in his cum and your wetness.

Mingyu moves a hand from your waist to pluck the soaked material out of his mouth; tossing it to the side as he gently massages his jaw.

“Look at you, still fucking yourself on my cock. Want more already, huh?” He watches as you reach down and scoop up some of the cum that settled onto his skin, lips parted slightly as he lets out a soft moan. You continue to swivel your hips atop his lap, waiting until your orgasm completely ebbs off before you come to a full stop.

You pop your wet digits into your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as he commits to memory the way you suck on your fingers and swallow down the cum.

He grits his teeth as he watches you repeat the action. “Such a good girl cleaning up your mess, huh? That’d be a first for you, wouldn’t it?” His eyes twinkle with an almost evil glint when you finally pop the clean digits from between your lips and move to straddle his thighs again; this time, globs of cum dripping from your pussy as his cock slides from inside of you.

Images of you in different positions flit through Mingyu’s mind as he smiles.

“Say, do you really want to know what I was thinking about before you walked in?”

#mingyu smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #svt fic #seventeen fic #mingyu #kim mingyu

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alltowoo · 4 years

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So... I will be posting the links here for the Wonwoo Contents

Fluff

(new) 5 ways to say I love you by @moon-stars01

(new) A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makes by @wonniehae

(new) A Special Ingredient by @svttism

(new) A Silent Love by @nctxdreamies

Bad Fight! by @callmebcby

(new) Better Better by @serenityseventeen

Bookstore employee by @sptegami

Colour by @ally-127

(new) Comfortable by @m1ng-how

(new) Counting Sheep by @serenityseventeen

(new) Curious Cat by @lavenonie

(new) Damaged: Before by @kpop-cakepops

Drunk Confessions by @chillihansol

(new) Earl Grey by @seokmingiggles

(new) Feel So Lucky by @toriasaurio

Fearless by @minghaocouture

Friends to Lovers by @akwablu-blog

(new) Giggles by @insideofrose

(new) Haunted House by virryth

(new) Heart & Seoul by @bubblebeom

Hi, I’m Wonwoo.by @novawon

Hogwarts Alumni Shirt @tonicandjins

(new) Home by @geminirules

(new) Homework Nights by @quicksilverster

(new) I Found Love in your Smile by @wonlouvre

(new) If you had 3 Wishes, What would they be? by @glowonu

(new) Just you by @justasoftstan

(new) Kairosclerosis by @nose-bandaid

(new) Late Night Wonders by @snowydaffodils

(new) Like the Movies by @binniesthighs

Literature by @heartgyus

(new) Let me take you Home by @ctrlhao

(new) Letter to You by @writer-k-pop

(new) Letters to You by @wooziujidoots

(new) Library Crush by @serenityseventeen

(new) Library Trips By @bootyful-seventeen

Modest Jeon Wonwoo by @woozisnoots

(new) More Than You Know by @writessvt

Neighbors to Lovers by @thekpopaus

Never Change by @stuckwithsvt

Not So Cold-Heart by @mywonuderful

(new) One More Chapter by @justasoftstan

(new) Opposites by @serenityseventeen

(new) Outward by @gamerwoo

(new) Popular Guy by @gyugiggles

Ranked Game by @ribosoons

(new) Ready to love by @3raaaachachacha

Saudade by @uriurijihoonie

(new) Say You Won’t Let Go by @geminirules

(new) Setting It Up by @justasoftstan

(new) Sharing is Caring by @gamerwoo

(new) Shiny Star by @wonwoonlight

(new) Shy Desires by @serenityseventeen

Shy Shy Shy by @okaykpop

(new) Snuggle Donation: Pact by @kpop-cakepops

Something Old, Something New by @kwanisms

Soulmate by @svtskneecaps

Summer Scent by @escapewriter

(new) Squishy by @justasoftstan

(new) S𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 S𝗈𝗎𝗋 by @mieohmy

(new) The Cat Cafe by @purplehoranghae

To Die For by @starlightshua

(new) To my Growing Child by @serenityseventeen

(new) To my Youth by @viastro

(new) The Best Friend A Girl Could Ask For by @kpop-cakepops

(new) The Ulzzang Project by @hongnanglen-arina

(new) Villain! by @ @solarwonux

(new) Valentine’s Day with Wonwoo by @kpop-in-new-albion

(new) Welcome to fatherhood by @woozibby

White Lies by @luvshuas

(new) Winner by @serenityseventeen

(new) You Give Me PVCs by @chal-kagyu

You Mean the World to me by @svtskneecaps

(new) Your Cat Loves You by @jeonflo

Angst

(new) Avenue of Tears by @dropsofletters

Blind by @wtf-taeyong

Boundaries by @nobodyeverasked

Child of Athena by @keeper-of-the-uwus

(new) Chili by @cherrycheolliesc

Daydream by @tonicandjins

Dreamcatcher by @love-dreams

(new) Encumber by @jeonstellate

Everything I Didn't Say by @tonicandjins

(new) Everything Leads Back to you by @boowanie

Fear the Wraith by @gamerwoo

(new) He lost you by @zarryscherrys

Hearing Lips by @gamerwoo

How could I ever forget about you? by @woozibby

Hurtful Eyes by @shuatoyou

(new) I Found You by @uchukiyoo

(new) In the Spring by @viastro

(new) Lie to Me by @haokyeom

(new) Like a Dream by @yakultberry

Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me by @infinitum-imaginaerum

Lost by @min9yusnovia

Lost Souls by @cheolgyushua

(new) Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I’ve Loved Before: The Seventh Letter by @serenityseventeen

(new) LoveLorn by @themyunghoxo

Missing You by @geminirules

(new) Moonlight by @solarwonux

(new) My Dream is You by @cheolbooluvr

New York: The City Of Dreams By @tonicandjins

Not So Sweet by @extrasugafree

(new) Oh my God, They were Roommates by @luvvchwe

(new) See You Again by @geminirules

(new) Surprise by @wonwoonlight

Ten Questions by @chocosvt

(new) The Art of Healing by @boowanie

(new) The Moon Told me so by @nose-bandaid

(new) Things I Wish You Never Said by @gayforseungcheol

(new) To Bloom and to Wither by @sunduskwine

(new) Wedding march by @sincerelyshobe

To all the boys by @shra-vasti

(new) Why haven’t you kissed me yet? by @solarwonux

(new) Yours by @gyukult

Smut

(new) 3 nights by @hotgirlwonwoo

A Moon Without Stars by @chocosvt

(new) Anteric by @smileysuh

(new) Baby Doll by @solarwonux

Birthday Treat by @multmilk

Caffeine by @meltwonu

(new) Champagne Kisses by @solarwonux

(new) Crash, No Burn by @softhaos

Crop Tops & Tattoos by @solarwonux

(new) Cuff 1 by @smileysuh

Dream by @sebuntease

(new) Gam3 bo1 by @sunflowergyeomie

(new) Game interrupted by @diamondyjh

(new) Getting Closer by @bubblebeom

(new) Getting Closer II by @bubblebeom

(new) I Though you Hated Me? by @glossyeon

Let Me Watch by @kinksvt

Limitless by @alltheattractiveasiansimgines

Math Tutor by @sebuntease

(new) Meanie Sandwich by @meltwonu

Missing You by @sebuntease

(new) Movie Night? by @hongnanglen-arina

(new) Payment Due! @solarwonux

Private by @17mounteens

(new) Punished @otptings

(new) Refresh by @snowydaffodils

Rich Girl by @blushnote

(New) The Bet by @hotgirlwonwoo

The Copy Machine is Broken Again By @tonicandjins

The Other Side by @17mounteens

(new) Something told me it was you by @wonwooze

(new) Sugar by @solarwonux

(new) Strawberries and Bad Decisions by @solarwonux

The Step Brother by @sebuntease

(new) Under The Moonlight by @solarwonux

(new) Until I met you by @meltwonu

(new) Until It Feels Like You’re In Heaven by @odetojeons

(new) Valentine’s Day Drabble #5 - First Time by @solarwonux

(new) Wasted Game = Wasted Night by @starryse

(new) Will You Punish Me If I Don’t? by @odetojeons

(new) You’re the perfect view by @halloweenniles

Other AU’s I dont know where to place (hehe)

700 Years Promise @onetwosevensquad

(new) Accidents Happen by @fluffyyunho

(new) Achilles by @gamerwoo

All Fun and Games by @gamerwoo

Big Bad Wolf by @for-dogs-and-flowers

(new) Bittersweet by @networkluvs

Bodyguard Wonwoo by @jungnoirr

(new) Camera Lens Pointed At You by @svt13roses

(new) Cat Cafe with Wonwoo by @17cafe

(new) Cooperation by @serenityseventeen

College AU by @seventeen-teen-teen-trash

(new) Give Your Heart by @gamerwoo

Familiar Faces by @i-see-thevision

(new) Here’s My Problem: I Can’t Get You Out Of My Head by @just-some-random-blogger

Hunger by @svtwrites

I Can’t Let You Go Until I Win @narika-a

I Never Meant to Make You Bleed by @jungnoir

Invitation by @tonicandjins

(new) Level Seven by @heeseungsapple

(new) Neighbor next door by @svtshine

More Than That by @neoyeppuda

(new) My Little Ghost by @seodami

Second Life by @starlightshua

Sober Up by @geuyeoreum

(new) Sweet Home by @devoidwrites

(new) Tell me the Same by @ joonsgalaxy

(new) The Beat of a Love Rhyme by @dropsofletters

(new) The Little Flower on your Wrist by @nose-bandaid.tumblr.com

(new) The King by @craby-bouquet

The Switch by @woozibby

(new) The unDead's Love by @chupacoupsie

(new) Tinkerbell by @softforhao

(new) What happens at the party by @craby-bouquet

(new) Wild Card by @serenityseventeen

Note: Will update.. this list is not yet complete :D

Dilemma: There are fics I’ve ready with no titles and i don’t know how to include them here

P.S: If there’s anything I need to add or to change PLEASE feel free to send me a message or a comment :D

• 10/26/2020 I updated this again with a few more stories and I think I might separate each genre into one post. I just realized there’s a lot of them.

• 07/22/2021 I updated this with new fics around I labelled then (new) so many fics we can read now.. Enjoy!!

#wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #wonwoo angst #wonwoo au #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo smut

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