#hallmark au ii

[aromanticbuck]

Connor: There's no more butter in the kitchen.

Will: It's a BUTTER sauce.

Connor: You're cooking for two people!

[rinhaler]

And a LU$T 4 LIF€ keeps us alive

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors.  ✧. ┊  ex fiancé!rin itoshi x f!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ SYNOPSIS : It's only been a few months since you broke things off with your ex fiancé, but you haven't broken things off with his family! You aren't sure what to do when Sae invites you to spend the holidays with him and his friends at his family's cabin. But it might be okay, as long as Rin doesn't turn up...

⛧ GENRE : hallmark christmas au, angst, exes to lovers! ++ smut! ♡

CHAPTERS

I. PRELUDE

18+, alchol consumption, mentions of a breakup.

words: 1k

II. MY BOYFRIEND'S BACK, AND HE'S COOLER THAN EVER!

18+, alcohol mention.

words: 4k

III. THERE'S NOBODY HERE

18+, alcohol consumption, oui'd smoking, shotgunning, lots of flirting, sex talk/discussions, squirting mention, dry humping?? (grinding while dancing), rejection, pet names (baby, princess).

words: 8.6k

IV. TAKE OFF, TAKE OFF, TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES

18+, alcohol consumption, hate sex? + love making, dry humping, mutual pining, no prep, vaginal sex, premature ejaculation, creampie, fingering, oral, mattress humping, tit sucking, multiple rounds?, overstimulation, squirting, choking, praise, dacryphilia, pet names (princess, baby).

words: 12.2k

V. IN THESE STOLEN MOMENTS

18+, vaginal sex, exhibitionism, slight choking, spanking, slight overstim, slight oral (m receiving), near death experience?, arguing, blood/nosebleed, slight violence.

words: 6.1k

VI. THERE'S NO STOPPING NOW, GREEN LIGHTS FOREVER

18+, alcohol consumption.

words: 2.6k

© 2023 rinhaler

[roguehongsami]

Cult Leader.

—★ pairing/s: professor!hongjoong x fem!student

—★ genre/s: slow burn, fluff, smut, au

—★ synopsis: the struggle between freedom & autonomy, and routine in a relationship leaves you at crossroads. hongjoong waits at the end of one road w. his heart on his sleeve, hoping you eventually make the turn.

—★ content: teacher-student (late & early 20s, consensual), toys, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (condomize), mirror sex, creampie, cockwarming, breast play, overstimulation, spanking, degradation, praise.

—★ word count: 7.8k

—★ author's note: read cs to avoid confusion. story is focused on aaliyah from cs. her name is now Y/N, and Y/N from cs is now solana. have fun w. both perspectives. also, thank you for interacting w. my last story. it got 10x the traffic i was expecting. your support doesn't go unnoticed. xoxo.

* DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTIONAL. IT IS NOT A REPRESENTATION OF KIM HONGJOONG'S CHARACTER, PERSONALITY OR BEHAVIOUR. THIS IS SOLELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. *

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ lana del rey // cult leader

Solana had not been answering Y/N's calls. All of her attempts would go to voicemail after a few rings. The show was about to start and Solana was nowhere in sight. Not knowing what to do next, she started making her way through the crowd. Her best option was to go home at that point. The show was Solana's idea yet she was late for it. Frustrating doesn't even begin to cover it. She felt a hand grab her wrist. Startled, she whipped her head around and came face-to-face with the culprit.

Her eyes wide, she said, "Professor Kim?"

"What are you doing here?" he wore a beautiful smile.

"I came here for the show." Y/N said, matter-of-factly. "And maybe to get drunk." she admitted shamefully.

Hongjoong released her hand and pocketed his hands in his jeans. He smirked. "Aren't you supposed to be prepping for Yunho's test tomorrow?"

"Yes and no." she shrugged nonchalantly. "I already understand time signatures. And the test isn't until three o'clock."

"Did you come alone?"

"Well, I was supposed to be here with Solana but she's not answering my calls. I think she got held up at her drum lessons." she sighed, unable to hide her disappointment.

Hongjoong pondered on his thoughts before he let out, "Instead of ditching the show, why not keep each other company?"

Y/N chewed on her lower lip, uncertain if that would be a wise move. As much as she would've loved to spend time with Hongjoong, the last thing she wanted was to incur the wrath of the school committee. She only had one semester left but let's be honest, it was never in her nature to play by the book. Challenging authority and taking risks had always been her hallmark.

She accepted Hongjoong's offer, weaving their way through the crowd that was growing by the minute. He led them to a pub table with two chairs. A waitress took their drink orders and came back with a mai-tai for Y/N, and a beer for Hongjoong.

"I never pegged you for a Molchat Doma fan." Hongjoong took a swig of his beer.

She took a sip of drink. "Somebody said something similar when I went to a Selofan show in April." she chuckled lightly. "I don't look the part."

"To be fair, you wear a lot of yellow." he pulled his face jokingly. "Doesn't really scream 'goth', now does it?"

She fake gasped with her hand over her chest. "I just don't wanna box myself. Is that a crime?"

"No, it is not. And frankly, I admire your refusal to be bound by rules."

"So what's the story behind the split dye?"

He ran his fingers through his hair and gave the most charming smile. She could feel her heart skip a beat. If there was anybody who could capture Y/N's undivided attention, it was Hongjoong. Although it never seemed so, Y/N thought a lot about her professor. Hongjoong had the entire student body wrapped around his finger; girls wanted him and boys wanted to be him. The man's charisma was incomprehensible and his word was rule. He knew how far his influence could stretch but Y/N, she never gave him that satisfaction.

For every swoon, she snickered. Every compliment was met with a scoff.

Hongjoong reminded Y/N of everything she was. Even with the very little interaction they shared, he could read her like a book. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself, his lack of consideration for rules... He was her. Her nonchalance was merely a method of deflection. She was smitten. Hongjoong was well aware and he enjoyed indirectly pushing her buttons. This game of cat-and-mouse was just a subtle way to communicate with one another.

"I wanted to try something new. Something that could get everyone's attention." he smirked.

"Was the red not enough?" she rolled her eyes.

"The red never got your attention." he coaxed her.

Not expecting that response, Y/N's drink went down the wrong pipe and she choked. She regained her composure and mumbled, "Well played, Joong."

Hongjoong boasted. He had finally managed to crack her armour. His efforts were getting recognised but if Y/N was truly anything like him, she was going to make him sweat. And he was in it for the long run. It was the first chase he was fully going to commit himself to. He wanted her, and he was willing to work for her. "Desperation" was not the word, no. With a legion of girls who were dying to be bedded by the Kim Hongjoong, it was the girl with a stone in the place of her heart whom he desired. He was motivated.

As the night progressed, the pair exchanged more words than they ever had in during the year. Bartender was placing drinks on their table every hour. The background music fell away, both forgetting that they came for the very thing they were ignoring. The number of people began dwindling as soon as Molchat Doma finished their set. A few local bands came on but nobody was really attentive. It was 23:30 and the club was closing. Hongjoong paid for their drinks. They made their way outside, still chatting about. He drove her back home and watched as she entered her apartment complex, before taking himself back home.

"Y/N, can I borrow you for a sec?" Professor Jeong Yunho called out to Y/N as she was stepping out the door.

She backtracked and went to Yunho's desk. "Yes?"

"Do you have any idea why Solana's isn't attending my class?" his eyebrows creased.

"She won't tell me either. And I won't force her to." Y/N sucked her teeth and crossed her arms over her chest. "If you want an answer, just get her in a very public space. She hates getting cornered."

Yunho laid back in his chair and put his arms on the armrest. "Like after class?"

"No. 'Cause then she'll make up an excuse about needing to get to another class. The mixer next week, she'll be there."

"Thank you, Y/N. I'm starting a new chapter and she's going to fall behind." Yunho grabbed a paper on his desk and handed it to Y/N. "Monday's test results. Get it to her, please?"

As she walked down the hallway about to journey back to her complex, Lecture Hall 1117 — Guitar. Her hand hovered over the handle, unsure of her own actions. She pulled it down and slowly opened the door. As her eyes scanned the empty hall, different types of guitars stacked at the very back, Hongjoong's eyes landed on her frame with his eyebrows arched. An unexpected surprise. He had not spoken to Y/N since the show, and they had barely exchanged any words in class either.

Slowly entering the classroom, holding Hongjoong's gaze, she locked the door behind her. He turned around in his chair and set his pen on the table, seizing with grading papers. She stood awkwardly at the door, toying with her fingers like a little child. As terrified as she was, she was ready to start making an effort with Hongjoong.

That'll be freedom and a half.

"Thought you'd be gone by now." she spelled, her voice meek.

"Wanted to get some work done first." a shit-eating grin materialised across his face.

He sensed how uneasy she was, as if she had just admitted defeat. As much as he would have loved to revel in the situation, he was not about rub it in her face and ruin whatever chances he had with her.

He opened his arms and motioned for her to come to him. "Come here."

She remained planted in her place at the door.

"No funny business, I promise. Just come here." She moved into his embrace. He positioned her on his lap and begun rubbing circles on her back. Her head laid in the crook of his shoulder. She couldn't help but purr under his touch.

"Are we finally making progress?" he asked as he picked up his pen and continued grading papers.

"A little bit." her head still buried in his shoulder.

"A little bit." he parrotted. "You wouldn't even look at me in the first semester, so I'll take what I can get." he chuckled lightly, which prompted Y/N to reciprocate the gesture.

On the outskirts of the city, Hongjoong had his car parked on the side of a road near a field. The skies were gloomy, clouds a deep grey and a light breeze that made the grass sway. Y/N sat between Hongjoong's legs, with him leaning against the door, as they watched outside. He had his arms wrapped over her shoulders, chin rested on the top of her head.

"You really love the seventies, don't you?" she spoke softly.

"The clothes, the cars, the music. There's a flair to that decade that's just... special."

"'The freedom land of the seventies'." she slipped out of his hold and sat up, turning around to face him. "I'd always hear stories from my grandma from then."

His eyebrows creased in the middle. "Like what?"

"She was a free-loving hippie then, flowers in the hair and everything. Before she left the States, she got to see Jimi and Janis at Woodstock."

"You're lying, right?" he gave her a suspecting look.

"On the day Janis performed, she met a man named Graham. They were glued at the hip the whole weekend. Eventually they started dating."

"That doesn't sound so bad." Hongjoong chuckled.

Y/N gave him a blank stare, biting on the inside of her cheek. "Graham... was a cult leader. When they dated, grandma joined his cult. She never left his side. He could convince her to do anything."

Hongjoong sat upright and watched Y/N intensely, waiting for her to say she was lying.

"But Graham died in seventy-eight."

"What happened to the cult after he died?"

"It just dissipated, grandma was devastated. She loved him, no man has ever measured up to Graham in her eyes. Everyone thinks she's just a senile old woman with raging dementia but I don't." she leaned back on the seat, laying her head on the headrest. "She said it was the best time of her life. Always encouraging me to find my own freedom. She wants me to live." she turned her head to face Hongjoong. "'Lay down, my child'. Something Graham used to say to her."

"How does your grandpa feel about her loving Graham that much?"

"Probably tooting his own horn." A mischievous smile spread across her face, unable to mask her amusement. "Graham is my granddad."

Hongjoong was too dumbfounded to gather the words to speak. He stared at her blankly and all she could do was keep smiling. They sat in silence for a few moments, holding each other's gaze. Hongjoong fixed his posture and planted his feet on the floor. He cupped her face. She held his wrists, looking at him through her lashes. She gulped to ease the anxiety creeping in. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, all that could be heard was their breathing.

"Everyone either wants to be you or be with you. Your personal 'yes-men'. They're so desperate for your approval, for you. It's very..." she broke the silence, their lips grazing.

"Cult-like?" he let go of her face and held her hands. A smirk breaking out. "Do I make you feel free?"

She nodded in agreement. "I think our little back and forth is freeing. You don't rush me." her voice was faint. She dropped her head, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"It took an entire semester to get you to talk to me, acknowledge me. I can wait a while longer."

"I just need you to hold my hand until I'm ready. I don't think you'd ever stifle my freewill but I need to be sure."

He pressed his lips to hers. She happily obliged. He snaked his arms around her waist, hoisting her up to his lap. Her hand was pressed against the window, the other slinked over his shoulder. Their breathing picked up, body temperature slowly rising. He slid his hands under her shirt, sending shivers down her spine. His lips moved down to her neck, nipping at the skin.

A downpour struck down on Hongjoong's car, jolting them out of their little bubble. As he kept tracing kisses and bites on her neck and shoulders, she was distracted by the droplets on the window. Her fingers following the drops sliding down. She broke away from Hongjoong. His eyebrows creased, confused. She opened the door and stepped out. The rain smacking against her skin.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Hongjoong asked as he slid to the door.

He grabbed her wrist and she looked down on him while he sat in the car. "I don't know."

She ran off into the field until she reached the very center. Her head cocked up to the sky, eyes closed. Rain washed down her face. Her shirt became translucent, sticking to her skin. Her entire body was drenched. She spread her arms out.

"I did everything I wanted. I lived. I loved. And now it's your turn."

"But I don't know how..."

"Yes, you do. You're just scared, that's it." she handed her a bowl of snacks. "As for love, you'll know when you've found the one. He'll be there no matter what."

Spin. Spin. Spin.

She recalled a conversation she had with her grandmother. Her words rang true. There was fluttering in her stomach. But sometimes those butterflies could be warning signs. Unsure which it was. Harbingers of a beautiful something or an awful auspice.

Hongjoong snuck up on her as she was so engrossed with what was in her head. He grabbed her waist and held her hand in his. He spun her around once more, with one knee bent, he dipped her. They held their position a few seconds before he reeled her back in and held her. She rested her hands around his neck and leaned in to kiss him. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Soon you'll realise that you can have me without sacrifice. And I'll be right here when you do."

Most students had already taken their place in the hall. Some were in the back getting their guitars of the rack. Y/N was tuning her guitar, readying herself for the day's lesson. She was feeling a bit under the weather that day; her face was flushed and nose congested, an occasional sneeze into her sweater sleeve. Her little liberty expedition into the rain had left her with a parting gift; a cold.

Once all the students were seated, Hongjoong began his lesson. He paced up and down in front of the students, asking questions about various scales. The class was engaged in the lesson but Y/N, not so much. Her cold medication had put her in her a state of delirium. She could barely keep her eyes open.

"I put you into groups of three last time and assigned you solos to analyse. Get to it." Hongjoong spoke authoritatively as he sat in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

Y/N rummaged in her tote bag, the little device hiding from her, then pulled forth a small device the size of her hand. She plugged the amPlug into her guitar. The headphones that hung around her neck were pulled over her head and covered her ears. She plugged the wired headphones into the amPlug.

Kathy brought her hand up over her head, waving, which got Hongjoong's attention. Diverting his attention from his phone screen to an eager Kathy, he sighed.

"Kathy?" his tone low and uninterested.

She twirled her hair in her fingers, giggling with her friends upfront the class. "So... mister Kim, do you like... have a girlfriend?"

Kathy had never shied away from making passes at Hongjoong. She had always been shamelessly vocal about her desire to get with him. Half the student body knew and even the faculty caught wind. It played off more as a joke to everyone, but not Kathy. Not Kathy.

Hongjoong never held any animosity towards anyone. He got along with everyone, always as respectful as he could be. Thing is, he also had one hell of a reputation for flirtatious behaviour. Albeit with no intention to follow through with something more, he'd either wink at students or mindfully caress the female staff just to get a reaction out of them. He loved the influence he had over everyone. It was all a game to him.

Half the class was taken aback by the question, feeling as if it was a bit intrusive. The other half were more engrossed by the assessment that was due. Y/N held her head up, curious to what his answer might be. Hongjoong smirked, standing up from his chair. He strolled to Kathy and stood in front of her, arm slinked over the music stand.

"Why Kathy, do you want a date?" Hongjoong smiled with a wave of confidence washing over him.

Kathy playfully rolled her eyes and giggled some more. "I mean-"

Hongjoong briefly glanced at Y/N. "I flirt a lot but I don't do students. And I'm not on the market." he said arrogantly, shooting her a wink.

Embarrassment washed over Kathy as she sunk into her seat. Hongjoong pat her on the shoulder, then pocketed his hands into his slacks. He took a few laps around the hall, as his students spoke amongst themselves. Y/N put her headphones over her ears and began strumming. She felt a sense of relief hearing Hongjoong's response, but couldn't help think a part of what he said may have been a silent jab at her. Setting aside her thoughts, she focused on her playing.

Solana tapped Y/N on her shoulder, bringing her out her bubble of notes and chords, and pushed the headphones behind her ears.

"I need a pick, I think I lost mine."

Y/N took out a small metal container from her tote bag. "What kind do you use?"

Solana pondered as her index finger was pressed on her chin. "Standard three-five-one, point-eight gauge."

She opened up the metal container. Her finger swiping through the various collection of picks. Bringing forth a lime green pick, she inspected it then held it out to Solana. She took it between her fingers, pouting, she looked up at Y/N.

"Don't you have it in celluloid?"

"You know I only use nylon."

Solana shrugged. "Thanks anyway." her fingers flipped through the music sheet on the stand in front of her. "Can't believe Professor Kim gave us Free Bird. I don't get the physics behind sliding. I like the glissando though."

Y/N passed a breathy chuckle, amused by Solana's complaint. "I did it with a bottle neck once, I'll show when we get home."

Solana puts on her headphones, strumming away on her guitar. Y/N pages through the music sheet, making notes on the sheet with her pencil and jotting down in her notebook. Engrossed with her work, she didn't realise Hongjoong was nearing her as he took laps around the hall. A tingling sensation played around in her nasal cavities, eliciting a sneeze that was directed into her sleeve. She took out a handkerchief a swiped it across her nose.

Hongjoong shook his head in discontent, tsking as he halted right beside her. "Told you not to fool around in the rain." he whispered.

She glanced up at Hongjoong with a death stare, a shiver meandering in his nerves.

He sunk to her eye level, eyes studying the notes on the sheet. "I'll drop off some food and medicine later tonight." he whispered as his fingers paged through the sheet. His finger landed on a highlighted line. "That's dee-over-eff sharp."

"Thanks." she muttered, fingers adjusting the distortion level on her amPlug.

It was the night of the Waldorf Music Academy mixer. From nerves of steel to absolute anxietude, Y/N was trying to regain her composure. She had spent months preparing for this night. Hair and makeup to shoes and dress. Counting in her head to calm herself, fingers tapping incessantly on her thigh.

"I'll see you later, okay?" Solana rubbed Y/N on the back and gave her a small smile.

Y/N nodded as she watched Solana walk down the steps into the hall, her red gown in hand to keep from tripping. She stood at the entrance, inspecting the venue. She wore a blush pink tulle dress that halted above her knees, a bejeweled belt hugging her waist. Her beige stilettos with gemstone straps decorated her feet. A white and yellow diamond négligée hung befittingly around her neck, sure to draw attention to her chest. The necklace was paired with yellow diamond studs and bracelet. Her getup was completed with a beige clutch. She was magnificent. breathtaking really.

Hongjoong sat in his car that was parked across the street, watching her stand frozen at the door. He wore a midnight blue regular fit suit with a notch lapel, the top three buttons of his dress shirt undone. A white pocket square adorned his chest, and dark brown oxfords to complete the look. His split dye hair was slicked back, a black strand dancing on his forehead and his undercut fresh as it could be.

He exited his car and made his way across the street, into the building. His heart was thumping faster the closer he approached. Of all the beauty he had come across in his lifetime, nothing and no one ever measured up to Y/N. He stood beside her, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"You are beyond... mesmerizing." he smiled. "You're very beautiful, Y/N."

She returned the gesture. "Thank you, Hong." she playfully nudged at his shoulder. "You clean up really well. I see why Kathy's always making passes."

They both chuckled lightheartedly, easing the atmosphere. Most of the anxiety that held her mind hostage had slowly begun to fall away with every second Hongjoong stood beside her.

"Too bad for her, she's not you."

He held her gaze. She looked away, heat rushing to her cheeks. Time felt as if it had slowed down.

"Just breathe, okay? You'll blow them away, that I'm certain of." he gave her a wink before descending down the staircase. "Come find me if you need a pep talk."

[ . . . ]

It had been about two hours since the mixer started. Chatting up a myriad of industry officials. She wrapped up her conversation with Joe Satriani after discussing his thought process while composing, and his experience mentoring Kirk Hammett and Steve Vai. He gave her some much needed pointers, also offering his number so he could tutor her in the future. She humbly accepted the offer, as she walked away.

She spotted Hongjoong sitting at the bar, alone. He was downing a glass of whiskey, uninterested in the event. Chaperoning was his least favourite part of the job. He called on the bartender, shaking the glass a few inches above the counter, signalling for a refill. Y/N sat on the stool beside him and ordered a long island iced tea. The bartender positioned the beverage in front of her and disappeared to tend to other guests.

"Enjoying the evening?" Hongjoong downed his whiskey in one go. "Saw you chatting up Satriani."

Y/N twirled the straw in her drink. "He said he'd tutor me after I graduate."

He looked down at his glass and smiled halfheartedly. "Guess you're outgrowing me. I've taught you all that I could."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a minute or so.

"All this talk of graduation..." she released a shaky breath. "I realised how much I love having you around, even though it doesn't seem so. I'm ready to take the next step, if you feel like you've waited long enough."

He glanced up and saw her looking down at her drink. He knew it took a great deal of courage for her to bear her heart out. The step he'd been waiting for. She finally opened up her heart to him. All he could think of were the ways he wanted to show her new experiences and above it all, how love could be liberating and safe. He was determined to create an environment where their mutual admiration for each other could be cultivated.

Hongjoong looked back down at his drink. "You have no idea how badly I've been wanting to hear that. Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

He reached into his pant pocket. Presenting to her, he discreetly put a pink rubber device in her hand. She looked at her hand, her eyebrows creasing with confusion. In no less than a second, it dawned on her as her eyes were bewildered and her mouth grew into an 'O'. She swiftly dumped the device into her clutch, eye laser-focused on Hongjoong.

He looked her straight on, expressionless. "What are you still doing here?" his voice hushed.

[ . . . ]

She jerked up in her seat, the people around her the table casting confused glances. A simple "Shiver down the spine" was enough for them to brush her off, giving her reassuring nods. Her legs were shaking and she could barely hold the fork in her hand. When the tables were cleared, she took it as an opportunity to bury her face in her arms. Her heart was beating irregularly. Her breathing was all over the place.

Solana came back to their table and sat beside Y/N. She heard her sniffling and grew concerned. Her hand rubbed her back as she leaned in.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Solana asked innocently.

"It's nothing. Don't worry." she said with a tremble laced in her tone.

"Are you sure? You're literally shaking."

Why wouldn't she shake? Any time she felt as though it was all over, Hongjoong would crank up the setting of the remote-controlled vibrator. She was pooling at her core and her clitoris was throbbing to the point of detonation. One wrong move, she would probably collapse. She avoided being on her feet for the time being, worried her legs may give out. All she wanted was for the evening to end.

And it was far from.

Hongjoong was seated two tables away, smirking cunningly to himself. Everytime she lurched in her seat, he stifled a laugh. Having his way with her was what he considered his "single greatest achievement". He had her in his grasp and he wasn't loosening his grip for as long as he lived.

Y/N sat up, wiping the tears off her face. She put her finger on Solana's mouth, confusing her, Solana looking down at her finger.

"I'm f-fine, just... shush. I need quiet." Y/N hissed. Her eye caught the ebon stone on her finger. She squinted as she focused on it. "Er- where'd you get the rock?"

Solana pursed her lips, eyes wandering. "I, uh... a gift."

Her clutch was buzzing on the table, catching her attention. She took out her phone, her eyes greeted by a text message notification.

Hongjoong: i'm turning it off. gather yourself and meet me in room 1205 in 30 min.

Hongjoong: and DON'T take it out unless i say so.

She slipped her phone back into her clutch. As she was about let out a sigh of relief, the device went off one last time, prompting her jerk up again. Hongjoong listened to her quietly whimper as he walked past her table, not giving her a second look.

"I'll probe you later." she tilted her head to the side. "You don't mind going home alone, do you?"

Solana shook her head. "I'm meeting somebody in the hotel in..." she looked at the time on her phone. "Right now, actually. I'll see you tomorrow."

Solana stood up and swiped her purse off the table, flattening whatever creases she could find on her gown. She took out a tube of lip gloss, glistening her lips before making her exit. "Kiss kiss."

She was greeted with a 'floor 12' silver lettering when she stepped out of the elevator. Taking small strides to the room, she stood in front of the door. 1205. The grip on her clutch tightening. Deep breath in, shaky breath out. Hand balled into a fist, her knuckles met the door. Two knocks. The device still buried inside her buzzed to life, forcing an involuntarily half-loud whimper out of her. Her knees buckled and she held herself up using the door frame.

The door opened, her eyes landing on a grinning Hongjoong. He clutched her waist, pulling her into the room. She threw her arm over his shoulder, legs trembling with every step. Her clutch thrown on the coffee table. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands squeezing her hips and face buried in her stomach. She held herself up with his shoulders, staring at the top his head. He was inhaling every bit of her Issey Miyake perfume.

"Stand back a bit for me, will you?"

Y/N took a few steps back, making space between her and Hongjoong. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl evident on her face. He looked her up and down, a lustful yet dark gaze focused on her being. Their eyes competing with one another. Tension thick in the atmosphere.

Bzzzz.

She whimpered painfully, doubling over and supporting herself with her hands on her knees. "You said you'd stop."

"Long enough for you to be able to get here." he shrugged. "There's five settings on this thing and I've only taken it to four. How long is it gonna take for you to cave under five?"

"I came, like, twice in the hall. What more do you want?" she growled. She bent down to undo the straps of her heels and set them aside.

The vibrator went up to the fifth setting immediately after Hongjoong brought it back to life. "That's one hell of an attitude for someone who's under my mercy."

"I'm sorry." she cried.

It seemed the longer the buzzing went on, the more her legs would tremble. She stood by the coffee table, holding herself up. The tears mixed with sweat beads came down her face endlessly. Counting to a hundred and back in her head, trying to keep her mind off her situation. The feeling of her heart thumping violently against her chest was making her panic. Her entire body was shaking.

"Call it. I'll stop." Hongjoong deigned.

It had only been three minutes at this point. Two orgasms had washed over her. A third one was quickly materializing. An tight sensation taking up residence in her stomach. She managed stand upright. Pacing up and down in front of Hongjoong. Fisting two handfuls of her hair, she was breathing erratically, tears never seizing. As her third orgasm crept in, she bowed with her hands on her knees. Her cries more audible this time.

Down her leg came some of her nectar, underwear beyond drenched. Catching Hongjoong's attention, head cocked to the side and eyebrow arched. A smile mixed with satisfaction and bewilderment appeared. He leaned forward to get a closer look. Her knees buckled as she brought down her entire body weight. Hands pressed to the floor, her crying grew stronger.

Trying to string together a coherent sentence, unable to find her words. She managed, "Please..."

The device died. Hongjoong slipped the remote into his pocket. He went down on his knees, cupping her face and wiping away her tears. He planted his lips on hers, burying her head in his shoulder. As he took his hand into her underwear, he accidentally grazed her overly sensitive bud. Whimpering and jerking up. His fingers journeyed up inside her, retrieving the vibrator. Smeared with her juices, he brought it to his mouth and licked off the residue.

She casted him a disgusted look, eyeing him through her wet lashes and glossy eyes. Unsure if she was aroused or found it off-putting to watch her boyfriend slurp her discharge, her core released a bit more of her juices in response. Talk about cognitive dissonance. Hongjoong chuckled, as he put the toy into his pocket. He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her. His tongue requesting entry into her mouth. She tasted herself on him.

He draped his arms around her waist, undoing her belt. His fingers unzipped her dress. He stood up, bringing her up along with. The dress pooled around her legs as she stepped out of. He sat down on the bed, straddling her around his waist. She began undoing his dress shirt, then traveled down his pants. Her fingers fumbling the zip. He smacked her ass, making her moan into their kiss.

"Five-seven with the confidence of six-foot tall man." she spoke against his lips, her hand caressing his throbbing cock. "I admire that. I think it's hot."

He flicked his finger over her throbbing bud, a yelp filling his ears. "Gutsy, when I quite literally have you in the palm of my hand."

He grabbed her waist and pushed her off, taking off his pants. He sat back down on the bed. Her eyes stuck on his member. Smooth with a vein running along the base, head pink and leaking with precum. Girthy and lengthy. Her mind was racing through all the possibilities of how he'd make her fall apart. She licked her lower lip.

"Come on, take a seat." he coaxed her, pulling her hand. His other hand pumping to get him harder. "I'm gonna stuff you so good, baby."

He spun her around, her back turned to him. His hands planted firmly on her waist, he slowly descended her on his cock. Both of their bodies erupting from the slight contact. As Hongjoong was taking deep breaths, Y/N whimpered at the feel of his stretch. Her walls clamped so tight, barely allowing him entrance. Hongjoong was careful to not force her down hastily.

Patience wears thin for everyone, it's ruled by circumstance. As appreciated as it was, she was peeved. He was taking his sweet time, enjoying her feel. She balanced herself using his thighs and forced herself all the way down, until he bottomed her out.

"Will you relax? I can feel your heart beating on my dick." Hongjoong groaned when she fit him in, his arms wrapped around her stomach.

She gave a light chuckle, through shallow breaths. "Sorry Hong, you were taking too long."

After a few breathers, she began bouncing on his cock. His hands playing with her breasts, fondling away at her nipples. Her moans filled the silence in the room. The constant squelching replaying in both their heads. His grunting had her spiraling. She wanted to hear more. Kegeling on his cock. His grip on her breasts growing tighter. He traced wet kisses on her back, inevitably sinking his teeth into her skin. Marks plastered all over her back.

The warmth and slick that encapsulated his cock, paired with forceful clamping, it was coming. It wasn't long until he was painting her walls. He stilled her on his cock while he spasmed inside her. Grunting her name, over and over, in her ear.

He took her face by the jaw and cocked it to the mirror in front of them. "Don't worry, baby. You'll get yours."

He spread her legs open, rubbing the inside of her thigh. Trailing kisses on her back and shoulder. Her jaw still in his hand, his other ventured to her core. As he played with her bud, she squirmed in his hold. Any time she tried looking away, he'd force her to look at the mirror.

As she closed her eyes, tears running, he said, "Open your eyes, and don't make me ask again." he whispered into her ear, shivers traveling down her spine.

Her chest heaving up and down as she watched herself in the mirror, falling apart in his hold. Her cunt squeezing his cock in intervals. The decibels of her moans escalating. Materialising her nth orgasm of the night. He felt her clamping down, reporting on her nearing release. She mumbled incoherent strings of nothing, Hongjoong's name caught in the mix. Her head slumping down, he forced her gaze into the mirror.

Hand still toying with her, he spoke softly into her ear as she wept, "I want you to have this image of yourself engraved so deeply into your subconscious, not even a lobotomy could make you forget."

Her moaning grew and her clenching got tighter.

Planting a kiss on her neck, he said, "Cum on daddy's cock, baby. I know you can."

She held Hongjoong's gaze in the mirror as she unraveled at his words. Shallow breaths were all she could manage. Her body quaking as she creamed on his cock. He stood up, his cock slipping out of her cunt. Arousal dripping on the floor and going down her leg.

On all fours on the bed, facing the mirror, he slotted himself between her legs. His hand pumping to get himself hard again. His tip running over her folds, gathering their combined juices. Spanking her ass just to behold the recoil. His tip was sliding in and out of her cunt, teasing her. She was anxious for what was to come.

Easing into her wet hole, he buried his cock deep inside. This position was sure to have him grazing her cervix and hitting her erogenous zone at a pristine angle. She moaned into the sheets. He leaned forward, taking her hands and pinning them down on her lower back with one hand. The other hand smacking her ass before squeezing her hip for balance.

His thrusts started off slow and steady. Every pounding had her ass jiggling. His balls grazing her clit. As he picked up speed, the sound of skin clapping, Y/N moaning Hongjoong's name and Hongjoong grunting profanities occupied the room's atmosphere. Sure enough to disturb the neighbours but who cares? The bed wanted in on the action as it was vocal too, bed frame squeaking with every powerful pound.

"My pretty little slut." he panted, breathlessly. "You love daddy's cock, my perfect little whore?"

She moaned. "Yes baby, I do."

He spanked her ass once more. "You're more beautiful as my fucktoy, princess. I'm gonna fill you up with all my seed."

He slowed down a bit and released her hands. His hand wrapped around her neck, careful not to bother her négligée. She brought him up to his chest, his other hand on her stomach. Pumping in and out of her. She clenched around, this new angle had his cock brushing her sweet spot. He knew he had her in the right position when her tears started welling.

His lips pressed to her ear and grip getting tight, he grunted, "I may have everyone wrapped around my finger but I need you to be obsessed. I want to be the center of your universe. I want you to get sick at the idea of a man who's not me."

"You don't have to ask twice." she moaned, her hands grappling at his hips.

The last few brushes past her sensitive zone played around with her eyes, she was seeing stars before her eyes. Her nails sinking into his skin. Incoherent mumbles leaving her lips. The visual of her tits bouncing as he pounded her into oblivion, aroused her. As his hips were bucking, short thrusting into her, he delivered his final load for the night. She soon came undone on his cock, her cunt squeezing every bit of him out.

Once the high started subsiding, still inside her, he laid her on her back. Her legs laced around his waist, he massaged the inside of her thighs. They looked at each other lovingly through smiles, though hers was dopey and his smug.

"Thank you for giving our relationship a real shot. I know it wasn't easy for you." he cooed. "I promise I won't waste your time. And I definitely won't cage you."

Her hand ran over her stomach, rubbing circles. "I trust you, Hong. I'm not sure of a lot of things in my life but not you. You stayed when most men would've left. You waited for me and held my hand while I prepared to take that leap."

He leaned in for a kiss, her hands caressing his back. He hovered over her, bucking her hips up. "And I would do it all over again."

Afternoon had come and at around 12:30, they found themselves standing at opposite sides in the elevator. The clicking from Hongjoong's phone filling the silence. Y/N was picking and prodding at the pimple forming on her cheek. As the elevator continued descending down the building, it stopped at another floor. The doors opened and an awkward silence fell.

Everyone's eyes dancing between one another, exchanging shocked glances. Yunho and Solana stepped into the elevator, Solana standing beside Y/N and Yunho beside Hongjoong.

A sardonic smile spread across Y/N's face. "So that's why you were bunking classes..."

Solana bowed her head shamefully, heat racing to her cheeks. "I didn't know how to tell you." she spoke with a hoarse voice.

Y/N and Hongjoong exchanged bemused glances. Hongjoong cleared his throat, smirking as he looked at Yunho. "Eventful night, I see..."

Yunho's ears turned red, face turned towards the floor. Hongjoong and Yunho spoke amongst themselves, as did Y/N and Solana. The rest of the ride down was fairly normal, the awkwardness no longer felt. As the elevator stopped at the ground floor, Y/N and Solana walked a few feet ahead of their professors.

As they stood on the other side of the street, about to head their separate ways, Hongjoong stepped away as a call came in. He spoke on the phone for a minute or so then returned.

"Yunho, you mind taking Y/N home for me? There's something I need to get to." Hongjoong spoke with urgency in his tone. He pecked Y/N on the cheek before leaving. "I'll call you tonight."

Yunho opened the door to the driver's side, halfway inside. "No problem. Girls, in the car."

On the ride back to the complex, Solana asked Yunho to get them takeaways. He went into a drive-thru and journeyed back to their home. The car was parked at the gate. As they were about to exit, Yunho stopped them.

"You cannot, under any circumstance, tell anyone about last night. All of us could get in trouble." he spoke authoritatively, face stern to emphasise the urgency of his words.

The girls nodded in unison. Y/N took the bag of food and exited the vehicle. Solana remaining behind to share a few more moments with Yunho. Ascending the stairs, her eyes land on a brown box at their doorstep. As she approached, Solana came trailing behind. Both wearing confused looks.

"Were we expecting a delivery?" Solana said.

Y/N shook her head, handing over the takeaways to Solana as she inched closer to the box. She scooped it up off the floor and inspected it. Box nestled under her arm as she searched for the keys, she unlocked the door. They stepped into their apartment, Solana setting down the food on the counter. Y/N grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer. As she opened the box filled with packing peanuts, there was a card inside with her name on it.

"Guess it's for you." Solana shrugged. "What's it say?"

"'Thought you might love this. I have a feeling that it's right up there on your list of interests. -Hongjoong'." she read the card out loud.

Solana screamed, her arms wrapped around Y/N's shoulders as she jumped up and down. "Oh-em-gee, open it! Open it!"

She set the card aside and lifted the package inside the box. As she removed the yellow packing paper and bubble wrap, she felt the air leave her lungs. She held up the vinyl record a few inches away, inspecting the black cover with red detailing. Her eyes focused on the two women on the cover, finger running over their name at the very top. In awe and all, she could find words to speak.

"No. Fucking. Way." Solana exasperated. "I couldn't even get you that for your birthday."

Y/N was brought out of her trance. "I never told him about Strawberry Switchblade."

They looked at each other, eyebrows creased down the middle. "Then how'd he know?"

She shrugged, eyes still inspecting the vinyl.

[ . . . ]

The rest of the day went on as normal. The girls spent their afternoon on the couch, watching 'Our Blues'. Food spread out on the coffee table. As the final episode concluded, Solana cleared the living room. Y/N went into her bedroom, moonlight illuminating the space. She pushed the covers aside and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand as it rang.

Hongjoong.

She answered.

"So you remember that call I had earlier?"

"Yeah? Who was it?"

"I got scouted by an executive, said a doe sent them my raw recordings. They want me to produce Rihanna's next album... in Amsterdam City, but I told them I'd think about it. Said I'd run it by you."

"Hong, that's great! What do you need my opinion for?" she sat up on the bed. "Plus, Rihanna's been on hiatus for almost a decade. If this album blows up, everyone's gonna come looking for your expertise."

"We just started dating, I don't think distance would be a great idea." he sighed. "Y/N, you're the only person who knows about those recordings."

There was silence for a few moments. "I just thought you're too good for WMA, so I sent your work to as many labels as I could." she frowned a bit as she laid back down. "As for distance, I called Satriani and his people said he'll take me on after graduation... in Ivory Canyon, it's fifteen minutes away from Amsterdam. If you leave now to get settled, I'll join you in a few months."

"And you'd be okay with it?"

"We've waited this long, what's four more months?"

"How'd you like the gift?"

"Beyond love it. I've been looking at it all day, can't believe it's in my hands." she smiled as the fluttering in her stomach got stronger. "But how'd you know?"

There was rustling on his end as he laid himself down in his bed. "I noticed that you always wear polka-dot ribbons in your hair that match your outfits, sometimes with mesh flowers. Never got that."

"They're pretty." she whined.

"They are. But when I saw you at the Molchat Doma show and you mentioned Selofan... it clicked." he chuckled. "I looked up eighties goth bands that wore polka-dots and lo and behold-"

"Strawberry Switchblade. No one I've met has ever got that reference, not even Solana." she said softly. "Thank you, Joong."

"You're welcome, princess. And thank you for sending out my work, I'm usually big on risks but this..." he smirked to himself.

"You deserve somebody who'll give you a push whenever you're not sure of yourself. You're good at what you do and the world needs to hear it."

He released a deep breath. "I've got tickets to a Sextile show next Saturday."

"It's a date."

[galvanizedfriend]

Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [3/4 - Incomplete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.] . Urban Legend "I hate myself for saying this, but I have to agree with Little Miss Sunshine," Caroline cuts in. "This is Whitmore. Nothing ever happens here. Least of all a possession that leads to a massacre of slasher movie proportions."

"Thank you, love," Klaus returns brightly. "Very flattering to be validated by you."

"Bite me, Klaus."

"Find me later, after my shift, and we can see to it," comes the shameless rejoinder.

[Or: Caroline tries to navigate life in college having the worst roommate ever, a douchebag who cannot take a hint and a nosy journalist whom she's definitely not attracted to. Never in a million years.]

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the one where yoongi loves to tease his shy gf

☁️ — established relationship in which yoongi loves making you blush in public. request fill, 12/16/22

the one with yoongi, the cat, and the turf war

☁️ — established relationship in which yoongi is jealous of your cat. request fill, 2/27/23

the one with yoongi, netflix, and zero chill

🌙 ☁️ — fuck buddies to ? in which yoongi has possessions & hobbies… the fuck? 3/10/23

the one with the dough boy and the grease ball

☁️ — childhood friends to ? hallmark-esque au— 📓 in which someone returns to their hometown, and there are family businesses to run, and stuff. hallmark, you know? request fill, 6/14/23

"can't remember to forget you" by shakira ft. rihanna

⚡️ — exes to… nope, still exes — 🎙️ in which yoongi is the “best man” & the worst mistake. request fill, 1/15/23

the one with yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas

🌊 — childhood friends to lovers — 📓 in which the runaway bride runs straight to yoongi request fill, 4/8/23

interlude: sunrise

⭐️ — darksided au, established relationship — ☁️ in which yoongi takes you to paris for your anniversary. 3/29/23

the one where yoongi takes care of you

⭐️ — darksided au, established relationship — ☁️ in which you are sick, but yoongi is down bad. request fill, 11/30/23

dadchwita vol. i

🌙 ⭐️ — darksided au, established relationship — ☁️ in which you & yoongi have three kids but no sleep. request fill, 12/23/22

dadchwita vol. ii

⭐️ — darksided au, established relationship — ☁️ in which yoongi learns to braid your daughter’s hair request fill, 1/2/23

“what sarah said” by death cab for cutie

⭐️ — darksided au, established relationship — 🌊 🎙️ in which yoongi keeps his vow. request fill, 12/26/22

[phoenixtakaramono]

Timetravel Hallmark-themed AU 🎄 Threadfic - Part II

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Pairing: Billy Butcher/Homelander

Context Summary: Want to read a “short” Butchlander threadfic being written live for the holidays—rife with (almost) every Christmas Hallmark movie clichés?

(You can read it being written live here on Twitter!)

If you’re unfamiliar with the Hallmark movie genre, here’s a quick rundown of Every Hallmark Christmas Movie Ever and gist of the cheesy tropes this threadfic will be loosely adapting.

For those without a Twitter account and therefore have a hard time accessing the threadfic, screenshots of the second part are provided here below the line break!

✨ Happy reading, dear readers! See you in Part III! ✨

Bonus A/N: They’re bonding~! In every Hallmark movie, the leads practically fall in love in one month. For this threadfic, I'm giving them at least a year and more (it's a whirlwind romance on Billy's side, whereas it's been more than ten years on Homelander's side).

So about the emotional knives in this update! 🔪 🔪There's always going to be a butterfly effect when it comes to time traveling so :) it's only fair to show HL a direct consequence of meddling with time.

Like I said on Twitter, this threadfic has two hurt/comfort scenes because with crisis, comes love 💗 ; this is their first hurdle (it’s the tamest one of the two; the second one hits harder but it is practically in every Hallmark Movie ever 🙄😂 so I’m obligated to write it). This part of the threadfic that I was able to squeeze into tumblr's 10 screenshots max/post mostly revolves around the "hurt" part of the hurt/comfort trope. If you were following this threadfic on Twitter, you already know what’d happened for the “comfort” part, shhh. I was just unable to squeeze it into these 10 screenshots for my tumblr readers…. But, as a lil preview of what’s upcoming, you can expect the "I didn't know where else to go" trope and HL's "oh" moment in Part III!

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Joe Liebgott x OSS Agent! OC

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The Past: Everything up to June 1944

• Wonderstruck Pt. 1

• Wonderstruck Pt. 2

• All For One & One For All

Inferno:

The Present: June 1944 onward

• Chapter 1: Training & Temperament

• Chapter 2: Nothing Hurts Like the Almost

• Chapter 3: La Douleur Exquise

• Chapter 4: Bittersweet Memories & Drunken Mistakes

• Chapter 5: Confession

• Chapter 6: D-Day Drop

• Chapter 7: Sibling Rivalry

• Chapter 8: Vive La Résistance

• Chapter 9: Reticence & the Rat

• Chapter 10: The Ties That Bind

• Chapter 11: Borrowed Time

• Chapter 12: Dead & Gone

• Chapter 13: Desperate Times

• Chapter 14: Passerotta

• Chapter 15: Meet the Reaper

• Chapter 16: Memoria

• Chapter 17: Remnants & Wreckage

• Chapter 18: Doubt & Devotion

• Chapter 19: Jailbreak

• Chapter 20: When the Party's Over

• Chapter 21: Life & Death

• Chapter 22: Trust & Other Issues

• Chapter 23: L’Oscurità

• Chapter 24: Up In Smoke

• Chapter 25: Family Matters

• Chapter 26: Gathering Storm Pt. 1

↳ Gathering Storm Pt. 2

• Chapter 27: Echoes

• Chapter 28: Exile

• Chapter 29:

• Chapter 30:

• Chapter 31:

• Chapter 32:

• Chapter 33:

Smoke & Ash

AUs: Because they would find each other in every lifetime

• Hallmark AU: Part 1 Part 2

Single Parent Modern AU drabble

[itneverendshere]

"this love came back to me" - ii

Pairing: Sunghoon!AU x Reader

Summary: sunghoon never stopped loving his best friend's older sister. even when you broke his heart. even when you left. will he finally let you go or will you finally open up your heart to him?

Chapter word count: 1.318k

Chapter Warnings: childhood friends, heartache, unrequited love, underage drinking, swearing, flirty drunk sunghoon.

previous chapter.

ii. flashback to fifteen, drunk and flirty.

Sunghoon was fifteen (and a quarter) when he got drunk for the first time. 

Incredibly irresponsible and completely out of character of him. He knew that. But we’ve all been there, we’ve all been irresponsible, that’s a hallmark of youth. Plus, when he was a fifteen-year-old teen, desperately looking for a way to grow up and leave his antisocial tendencies behind…alcohol did sound like a reliable option. Plus, he wasn’t alone. 

Even just given a script of their conversation, you would know they were boys.

Sunghoon couldn’t remember a time when the four of them didn’t get up to mischief together. Their conversations were interrupted only by jokes, often at expense of one of their friends (probably Jake). Yet it was always clear that no offense had been taken. They enjoyed the banter and the no-so-witty put-downs. Which got a lot more competitive when alcohol was added to the equation.

They were at someone's birthday party, an older guy from the football team had invited Heesung and of course, he dragged them all along. 

It wasn’t his first house party. Some familiar faces were among the crowd, but he stuck to his pack. Mostly everyone was already drunk or tipsy by the time they got there, a few people sitting around outside either making out, dancing, drinking, or just talking. The occasional drunk stumbling around. 

Red and green lights moved vividly. They’d been sitting in some secluded corner in the living room, Jake and Heesung taking up all the pace on the small couch, while Sunghoon and Jay sat on the floor, heads against one of the walls. The room was a mess, with empty bottles laid on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them, Sunghoon had almost been a victim. 

Only two hours into the party, and despite the smoke burning his eyes and the odder of the alcohol tinging his nose, Sunghoon concluded that he was a happy drunk. 

Well, Jay was the one who pointed out how he regularly broke down into fits of giggles.

“You had four beers.”

“And a shot. That’s a lot!”

Heeseung shot him an unimpressed look, “If you throw up―“

“’M not that drunk,” Sunghoon glanced up from the rug to see Jake trying to suppress his laughter, then failing when he made eye contact with him, “It’s his fault.”

“Can’t take you guys anywhere,” Heeseung complained about the fifth time that night.

“We’re behaving!” Jay jumped in, almost spilling his drink in the process, “I haven’t hit on anyone yet!”

“And you won’t, because you know you’ll get rejected.”

Even in his inebriated state, Sunghoon could see Jay’s brain stuttering for a second, “Will not!” Was his childish comeback.

“I’d pay good money to see that.”

“Was…did you―”

“I wouldn’t…dream of it Jay,” Sunghoon brought the red cup to his lips, hoping it would serve as a good cover-up.

"Did you just smirk? Why're you turning your back on me? Your shoulders are shaking. Sunghoon!”

“You’re all lousy drunks,” Heeseung said, his words tumbling out in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables, even though he was sober. 

Jake took the shot glass from Heesung’s hands, sloshing vodka all over both and the couch, without so much of a care, “I’m sober as an angel.”

“Clearly.”

He wasn’t. Matter of fact, Jake ended up emptying his guts on the toilet that night. Sunghoon remembers the moment as if it just happened two days ago, mainly because he was smart enough to register the moment, taking pictures in the background.

“Iamsickofyourshit,” Jake groaned, his words tumbling from his mouth in a rush of barely distinguishable syllables, as he held himself against the bathroom wall.

Sunghoon remembers trying his best to hold in his laughter while you scolded Jake for underage drinking (even though he’s sure you did it too, but he wasn’t about to call you out), and instantly sobering up when you walked in, hands on your hips, ready to give him hell.

“Had a good night?” you asked, a clear sarcastic tone to your voice as you proceeded to turn your head in his direction, ignoring Jake’s slumping head between you two.

“He lost beer bong,” Sunghoon admitted, cringing as he got a whiff of Jake’s scent. 

“No shit? I would have never guessed” You didn’t drop the sarcasm, “What’s wrong with your cheeks?” Your attention adverted to him, again, the moment Jake’s head hit the pillow, as you two laid him in bed, snores filling the room.

“Nothing’s wrong with my cheeks,” Sunghoon said, trying to sound as sober as possible. Which, now, sounds completely stupid because he knew you knew he was shit-faced. Of course, you knew. His speech wasn’t slurred like Jake's, and he was standing on both feet, but his flaming red cheeks surely gave him away. Not to mention he still reeked of alcohol. 

Your eyes softened just a smidge at his tone, “Can’t believe you idiots sneaked out to a party. Did you drive?”

He laughed weakly and your face dropped.

“You did not!”

“We didn’t!” He rushed to say, “No, Heeseung drove us. Sorry.”

You sighed gently, “I was about to beat you up.”

You wanted so desperately to stay mad at Sunghoon. But there was always something about his eyes, maybe just him, that made it impossible.

“Sorry,” he spluttered, “Should’ve kept an eye on Jake.” His apology was sincere, really. But it was hard to form a proper sentence when you were looking at him. Pretty eyes shining like you held the stars in your gaze, as cliché as it sounded. He was silent for a few seconds, eyes trailing your skin with his signature look.

You let out of scoff for lack of what else to respond. Jake was, and would always be, a cheeky handful, he held in him the curiosity of a baby who just learned how to walk mixed with the energy of a golden retriever. If he wanted something, nothing got in the way.

“Nothing to be sorry for, pretty boy.”

His eyes widen comically, happily even. “Did you just―pretty boy?” he asked, the excitement in his voice making you laugh. God, if that wasn’t his favorite song, “You think I’m pretty?”

Words formed in your head, but your month didn’t catch up just yet, your cheeks were growing more vibrant by the damn second. Funny how seconds ago you accidentally spilled your choice of nickname.

“I didn’t.”

“You did!” Sunghoon knew he sounded giddy with relief.

“Did not!” 

He let you breathe it out for a minute, trying not to let out giggles as you shot him a glare that could certainly make something explode, “You did.”

You straightened your sleeping shirt, breathing heavily and huffing, “You’re hearing things, it's the alcohol.”

“Nop, don’t think so,” He said plainly, enjoying the freakout moment a little too much, “You said it.”

“Shut up!” you said reflexively, your gaze meeting his pretty boy face that, at the moment pissed you off to oblivion, “You’re pretty, so what?”

The words got caught in his throat, lost along with the rest of the conversation he didn’t know you were having, “You think I’m pretty?” His eyes, however, were on you.

You cocked an eyebrow, “Stop looking at me like that.”

“That’s not an answer...” He teased; he was enjoying the situation more than he should.

“You’re an ass,” you let out, “You know that?”

Sunghoon continued to smile at you like you were the greatest thing he’d ever seen. Which you were. 

“So, which one is it? Pretty boy or ass? Personally-“

“Oh my god!” You huffed, taking it upon yourself to elbow him in the ribs, “How come you get even more insufferable when you drink?”

He caved, only slightly, “You love it, really.”

Your mouth dropped open at his sheer audacity, “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“Sunghoon!”

“Sorry.”

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sorry it took me so long to update but I kinda lost track of time, and I was incredibly busy for the past two weeks! this chapter is still pretty short, they'll get bigger as time goes by I think.

hope you enjoy :)

[ghostcasket]

hello! i just read your levi x xavier hallmark movie au. i love them so much. i need to know more! how did brunch went? did xavier helped levi to choose a puppy from the adoption center? what's the new puppy name? did they kissed under a mistletoe? anyway... levier forever. pls let me know if you write part ii <3 ps. you are a fantastic writer!

hi !!! thank u very much for reading i’m thrilled <3

[familyvideostevie]

no one asked but heres what ya girl is up to

christmas fic commissions for friends on ao3 -tlou gen fic time loop fics x 2 (one for part i, one for part ii) for my dear friend s -everlark fluff (lol) for h -bridgerton kate x anthony post-apocalypse modern au for my crazy friend j

x reader stuff -joel airport fic for em <3 -joel jackson au fluff/smut?? maybe?? -joel a kind of hunger chap 2 (hopefully) -i want to do something stupid and fluffy and hallmark??? -will i write for the other characters on my blog? god knows

anyway. thanks for being here.

[aromanticbuck]

Jay Halstead + Chefs AU

After growing up spending most of his time in the diner, Jay knew he wanted nothing to do with it. He could only spend so much time at the counter or in a corner booth with school work or snacking with friends before he got tired of it. He wanted to leave Chicago, maybe see a bit of the world before deciding on an actual path for his life, but he knew he wasn’t going to be working at the family diner forever.

And then Will left, with no intention of coming back, throwing himself into a college education instead of the family business, and Jay didn’t have much of a choice anymore.

When their mother got sick, he could feel the last possibility for escape slipping away from him. It wasn’t the worst case scenario, working alongside his parents and serving the same food he’d known how to make in his sleep for years, but it wasn’t the best case either. While he watched his mother get worse, and there was nothing he could do to help, and then Will wasn’t even returning all of his calls anymore, he had to brace himself for the worst of it all, alone.

There was a funeral, that his brother didn’t attend, and then a wedding, that he forced himself to travel to, and then his life settled into a routine. He had the diner to keep afloat, and a relationship to navigate, and his father’s opinions to ignore, and that required too much attention for anything else. For the most part, life was simple and easy, a weekly routine of shifts and financial math and trying to fit date night into the few hours he had every weekend to do what he wanted. And things just kept falling apart.

He couldn’t follow when Erin took a job offer in New York, not when his father’s heart was failing and more of the weight of the family business fell on his shoulders. He couldn’t do anything to make the diner more money, which meant letting go of most of the few employees they still had. All he could do was plan another funeral, and keep trying to call his brother, and keep living, even if it was hard, even if he was still alone.

The diner was on the brink of going under, and the only thing he could do was let someone buy in. It kept them in business, and let him hire more people back on, but it meant he lost almost all the control that he’d had.

Jay’s life was back to a routine, but not a pleasant one. He worked in the kitchen for the shifts he signed up for, sent semi-regular emails to the brother who never returned them, and tried to appreciate the single life. And that went on for a while, at least long enough for him to get used to.

Until his brother finally returned a call for the first time in years, with an invitation - to Greece.

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Ori Multi-Chapter

🟣Late spring 🔥for the marchmadness challenge -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Bonus : Reincarnation

🟣Invisible hero 🔥for the marchmadness challenge -> Part 2 -> Part 3

🟣Come sail away (Beach day story, feat. Fíli & Kíli as well) -> Part II -> Part III -> Part IV

🟣Monkey-business (Hallmark Christmas, Fake Dating trope, Ao3, finished)

Chapter 1 - Zoo

Chapter 2 - Bananas

Chapter 3 - Tree

Chapter 4 - Nest

Chapter 5 - Spines

Chapter 6 - Troop

🟣Sticks and stones (Woop woop, I did a Masterlist for this one. Crime story - also finished)

🟣Diary found in K...D... (multi-chapter fic, found diary, finished) with artwork by@mathelaw

🟣Boys and sticks (College AU for linasofia...with Thorin, Ori, Fíli and Kíli)

🟣Homage & Part 2 & Part 3 & Part 4 + Interlude to @laurfilijames's story (Garage AU) -> Here's the complete Masterlist

🟣Of bees and bonnets : Chapter 1 ¦ Chapter 2

🟣Stripper AU (Modern AU, NSFW)

🟣All I want ¦ Part 2 (Modern AU, angst and smut)

[orangepanic]

New Fic: Tis the Sea Sun for Love

Bring on the holiday cheer! This tropey af Hallmark Christmas special AU is exactly as vapid and delightful as it sounds. Or at least, I'm having a ton of fun writing it.

Title: Tis the Sea Sun for Love

Relationships: Iroh II/Asami Sato, background Pemzin, Kainora, and Makorra

Summary: Asami Sato quits her job at a prestigious but sexist Chicago engineering firm the week before Christmas. With no job, no family, and no holiday plans, she grabs a last minute deal to the tiny beach town of Pearlside, Hawaii. There she encounters a handsome veteran who's struggling bookstore is part of his own attempt to start over. When romance sparks between the stacks, Asami must decide between her big city career and the family she never imagined.

Rating: G

[reinarandraw]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Gosh, I'm so late to answer this. Thanks for the question! Click the title to go to the AO3

It's Not Fair | OFMD | Izzy/Frenchie architect modern au with kinda detailed depiction of an architect's life, chronic pain, chronic illness, songs, angst, h/c, a bittersweet ending, multiple people told me they cried ugly tears after reading this, jokes on them I cried too

Last Voyage | OFMD | Sam Bellamy/Izzy, a pirate smut novel that started with the question "What if Izzy work for Sam Bellamy instead of selling Stede to the navy", gratuitous smut, fluff, stealth angst because I'm the author, OCs but people say they're all delightful, romantic comedy with a genre shift during the last arc, Kraken!Edward is trying to find Izzy and he's not nice to people, DARK!ED IS DARK I'M SORRY, happy ending for our lovely couple

Coffee Philosophy | OFMD | Sam Bellamy/Izzy, WIP, modern au series, recently divorced coffee shop owner Izzy, billionaire public figure Sam with a questionable business ethic, Fluffy 1st arc, it's going to get sad in Arc 2 sorry, mental health, this is no longer a Hallmark movie, an attempt to portray a realistic relationship between a nobody and a billionaire, heavy emphasize on 'an attempt' because this is just a fanfic and I write what I want which torturing Sam Bellamy

Wolf of Dunwall | Dishonored | Daud/Martin | I've been a niche pairing enjoyed since day 1, an AU where Daud never became an assassin and was friend with Corvo, Spymaster!Daud because that's a sexy concept, Corvo and Daud as brothers, Spy Fic but it's more 'Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy' vibe rather than James Bond, scheming and bickering because Daud is a spymaster not a field agent, there's an rebellion in Morley, I'm writing my own Morley lore, Martin is the High Overseer and he's a snake

No Bullets Fly | Shadow and Bones | Ivan/Fedyor | Ivan is a druskele here, no he's not secretly a grisha, heavily inspired by the 'Charlie Brown and Franz Stigler Incident' from WW II, a druskele escorting a wounded grisha, I love these two but I like to make them suffer first

[hyperfixated-gvf]

Masterlist

Disclaimer: This is fiction, not only do I not own any rights to GVF, but there is no disrespect meant in the manifestation of imagination. Let’s keep in mind that the fics I write feature characters based off of real people, but they are not the same. We do not know these men, and we let fiction remain fiction, never to be mistaken as reality, and sure as heck never to be used as disrespect towards the men in reality.

Taglist Request/Comments and Concerns

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Danny’s Harem (GVF Slash) Discord

A means of communication for those who vibe with slash pairings. NOTE: 18+ / No Incest / No Speculations

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**Individual character sections are not a comprehensive list - there are more fics about each man below in the Series Masterlist section**

Danny

What’s in a Name?

Fluff / Coffeeshop AU / 4.8k words

Like a Good Neighbor / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Fluff / Neighbors AU / 7.6k words

A Very Frankenmuth Christmas

Fluff / Hallmark AU / 7k words

Baby, I’m Going Down / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Accidental Orgasm / 1.8k words

Sweet and Spicy

Fluff / Baking Cookies / 951 words

Rendezvous / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Friends to Lovers / 4.4k words

Double Trouble / Danny x Josh x Reader / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Cuddle for Warmth / 4.8k words

Plastic Jesus / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Comedy / Car Sex / 3k words

Stroke Me / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Edging (M. Receiving) / 6.3k words

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Josh

Tell Me What You Want / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Breeding Kink Drabble / 941 words

I’ll Love You Forever, I’ll Like You For Always, As Long As I’m Living, My Baby You’ll Be 

Fluff / Dad!Josh / 4k words

Excuses / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Breeding Kink / 8k words

Onesie Weather

Fluff / Friends to Lovers / 2k words

Déjà Vu / 18+ NSFW

All-Genre / Fake Dating / 9.3k words

Steal Some Covers, Share Some Skin / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Only One Bed / 5.9k words

Snap

Angst to Fluff / Fighting with Josh / 2.4k words

Blame It on the Mistletoe / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Jealousy / 5.2k words

Keeping Secrets / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Secret Santa / 630 words

That’s Christmas to Me

Fluff / Family Christmas / 1.4k words

Double Trouble / Josh x Danny x Reader / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Cuddle for Warmth / 4.8k words

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Jake

Nothing I Wouldn’t Do, Nowhere I Wouldn’t Go

Fluff / Dad!Jake / 5k words

Birthday Boy / 18+ NSFW

(Katie's Version)

Smut / Breeding Kink / 10.6k words

Not Your Dirty Secret (Santa) / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Comedy / Secret Relationship / 3k words

Read the Room

Fluff and Comedy / My Hero / 3.4k words

Christmas Miracles / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Enemies to Lovers / 5.5k words

Promises, Promises / 18+ NSFW

Angst / Cheating / 7.4k words

Baby, It's Cold Outside / 18+ NSFW

Smut / One Bed / 4.4k words

Santa Baby

Fluff / Mall Santa / 1.3k words

Sleeper Sled

Fluff / Sledding / 2k words

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Sam

Free The Willy / 18+ NSFW

Comedy and Smutty Themes / Bad Dirty Talk / 1.2k words

Allowed But Not Alone / 18+ NSFW

Fluff and Smut / Friends to Lovers / body insecurity!reader / 11.4k words

The Gift That Keeps on Giving / 18+ NSFW

Smut / ‘Accidentally Found Your Sex Toy’ / 4.7k words

Stranger Danger

Fluff / Pets in Love / 2.8k words

Little Monster

Fluff and Angst / Dad!Sam / 5.3k words

Icy Slips and Little Lies

Fluff / Ice Skating / 1.6k words

Teenage Wasteland / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Christmas Resort / 2.8k words

Open Doors / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Roommates to Lovers / 5.2k words

Make a Rich Women Beg / 18+ NSFW / Part I

Smut / Enemies to Lovers | Pool Boy Part 1 / 12.2k words

I Wanna Be Yours, Pretty Baby / 18+ NSFW / Part II

Smut / Enemies to Lovers | Pool Boy Part 2 / 12k words

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No Pairings

Slut Era

Comedy / Crack fic | A Conversation Between Brothers / 1.1k words

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Slash Pairings

Sam x Danny

No Homo / 18+ NSFW

Fluff and Smut / Friends to Lovers / 8.9k words

Autumn in Vermont / 18+ NSFW

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Fluff, Angst, Smut / Friends to Lovers / Running Total: 30.4k words

Fire/Fear / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Fluff / Hurt/Comfort / 8.4k words

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Series Masterlist

Groupie AU

A sordid, completely unrealistic, hedonistic AU where I can write unhinged things and people will accept it as (sorta) normal.

***Will contain slash pairings in the future***

Settle Down / 18+ NSFW

Smut / GVF x Reader / Multi-Warning / 8.2k words

No / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Danny x Reader / Punishment, BDSM, Multi-Warning / 8.7k words

Control and Denial / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Danny x Reader x Sam / F. Dom / 13.8k words

Interrupted, and Continue / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Josh x Reader / Discovery of a Kink / 6.4k words

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Pine-ing for You

A polyamorous 'No Band' AU that explores the shifting dynamics and relationship between Danny, Sam, and Y/N. Started as a Tropemas fic and evolved - contains slash pairings.

Pine-ing For You / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Best Friend’s Brother / 5.8k words

Pine-ing Fir Two (Part I) / 18+ NSFW

Smut / BFB Established Poly Relationship / 8.1k words

Pine-ing Fir Two (Part II) / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Threesome / 20.4k words

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Can't Fight the Moonlight / Autumn in Vermont

A fluffy, angsty, smutty series about Sam and Danny's road to realization -- every bumpy minute of it -- from the moment they see each other in a new light to the finale of finally accepting the change in their relationship.

Chapter 1

Fluff and Comedy / Friends to Lovers / 4k words

Chapter 2 / 18+ NSFW

Smut / Friends to Lovers / 4.8k words

Chapter 3

Angst / Friends to Lovers / 4.2k words

Chapter 4 / 18+ NSFW

Angst, Fluff, and Sexual Situations / Friends to Lovers / 4.5k words

Chapter 5 / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Fluff / Friends to Lovers / 7.3k words

Chapter 6 / 18+ NSFW

Smut and Fluff / Friends to Lovers / 5.3k words

[liebgotts-lovergirl]

Fire On Fire: Chapter 14

(Ch. 13) ... (Ch. 1)

II Gallery II Tag List Application II Symbol Guide II

Summary: Who watches the watcher?

WARNINGS: The usual Espionage stuff, Implied substance abuse

A/N: Sorry for the wait, y'all! I'm going away for the holidays soon so it might be a lil bit before I can publish another section of FOF again but I do have some more Hallmark AU content coming your way in the meantime! 💖

Taglist: @latibvles @softguarnere @brassknucklespeirs @mccall-muffin @holdingforgeneralhugs @emmythespacecowgirl @parajumpboots @vibing-away @lieutenant-speirs @wwhatev3r

Contemporary: September 20th, 1944. Oosterbeek, Netherlands.

The first time Alix saw the man wearing glasses, she didn’t think much of him. He had entered the café a few minutes after her and sat a few tables back, casually spreading the day’s newspaper out onto the small, round table in front of him.

The freshly-cleaned windows were too foggy to see properly so with a huff, Alix subtly shifted in her seat and retrieved her makeup compact from her purse. 

Pretending to inspect her eyeliner, she was just able to glimpse the pattern of his tweed suit jacket a few seats behind her and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw him watching her.

But she must have been mistaken because when she checked again, he was summoning a waiter to inquire about something off the menu like any other patron.

Once is normal, she reminded herself, looking out the window as she waited for her target to pass by. It's fine.

∆∆━━━━∆∆━━━∆∆━━━∆∆

The second time Alix saw him was later that day, in Prince of Orange Park, while she was following her mark. 

A slight autumn breeze rustled through the brightly-colored foliage with a gentle crunch and crackle, reminding her of better days at a home so far away that sometimes, she could scarcely believe it had ever existed at all.

If only Gio could be here, she thought sadly as she admired the orange glow of the falling leaves. He would've loved this. 

Her talented brother's favorite escape-- besides the cinema-- had been his art. He would spend hours wandering their vast backyard, scouring the landscape for the perfect place to set up his easel and pastels or paints.

 

Alix's chest ached at the memory now. 

She would've given anything to receive another letter from him, the stationary mottled with colorful smudges, the evidence of his latest creation. 

"You'd better be saving these, passerotta," Gio had joked after Alix had commented on the waxy staining on his latest letter. "They're Martinelli originals and they're already signed!"

Passerotta.

Her heart sank.

Little Sparrow, Gio's nickname for her since they were children due to her black eyes, playful antics, and small stature.

Oh the irony.

Her brother's passerotta was long gone, she thought sadly. The OSS Sparrow Program had ensured that.

Now only the killer in her remained.

∆∆━━━━∆∆━━━∆∆━━━∆∆

At least everything was going according to plan. Lieutenant Kruger had exited his meeting with some collaborators exactly on schedule– at least that intel was good– and Alix knew he would need to cross the park on his way to receive his orders from his superiors.

For a supposedly sick man, the gaunt SS officer was speeding along at an incredible pace and from the little she had seen of his face in person compared to the dozens of recon photographs she had studied, Alix felt fortunate to have recognized Kruger at all because the SS officer in front of her looked markedly different from the one in the dossiers the OSS had compiled.

Despite being only 23, the Lieutenant looked decades older. He appeared almost breakably thin with a grayish pallor and sunken, dead eyes that gave him the appearance of a drowned corpse more than a living person. His cheekbones jutted out like the jagged edges of a cliffside and Alix could see open sores trickling blood down the hollows of his cheeks.

The thick gray material of his SS uniform hung off his rail-thin frame like an empty potato sack and despite the frigid autumn weather, there was a fine mist of sweat coating his forehead.

With a fashion magazine casually tucked under her arm, the spy trailed soundlessly behind him, always making sure to keep at least 10 or so paces between her and her target.

Conducting surveillance was difficult without contacts keeping her updated but it was still possible. 

Except something was different.

Alix couldn't put her finger on what exactly but something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut.

The young spy had almost made her approach several times but something kept holding her back like an invisible hand on her shoulder, making her hesitate and reevaluate.

Her every muscle on-edge, Alix flexed her fingers at her side in a desperate bid to loosen up the tension but the anxiety swirling in her stomach just wouldn't leave. 

The park in Oosterbeek wasn't nearly as crowded as Eindhoven had been but still, there was something almost eerie about the way the hair on the back of her neck was standing on end. 

Everywhere she went, she felt eyes on her, following her, but when she would look, no one was there. Alix knew she was probably just being paranoid because of what had happened with Jean-Pierre selling one of her identities to the Gestapo but nonetheless, she still couldn't shake the sick feeling that she was being watched. 

As Kruger cut through the grass, his limbs practically quivering with suppressed energy like a man electrocuted, Alix continued on the sidewalk to avoid arousing suspicion.

The young agent allowed her eyes to casually roam the scene, taking in the earthy scent of the grass and the passing smoke of distant explosions which somehow didn't damper the nearby giggles of schoolchildren at play. 

A little girl with dirt-streaked cheeks and flame-bright hair was wielding a stick like a blade, apparently holding her own in a dramatic swordfight with an older boy who appeared to be her brother. 

Alix couldn't help but smile as she passed them by. 

She was almost out of the park completely when she spotted the man in the glasses again, this time loitering by one of the columns that marked the exit as he took casual puffs from his pipe.

Alix felt her blood run cold the moment he locked eyes with her and she abruptly switched directions, abandoning her target for the moment. Self-preservation came first and the emptiness…the ice in the man's expression felt dangerously like a punch to the stomach.

The tweed jacket he'd worn earlier was gone, replaced instead by a coat far too heavy for even the most blustery Fall day, which made Alix even more nervous. It completely obscured his body shape, making it impossible to tell if he was carrying a weapon.

First trick of the trade.

The agent could practically hear Nixon's languid baritone in her head. 

Twice is suspicious, kid. Get the hell out of there.

With one last glance over to Lieutenant Kruger's back as he disappeared around the corner, the OSS agent let out an irritated huff and quickened her already brisk pace in the opposite direction. 

Her target would have to wait.

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The third time Alix saw the bespectacled man was from inside the bookshop just across the street Hendriksen Hotel, which was apparently serving as an impromptu SS headquarters. The stranger was wearing his tweed jacket again and standing on one of the hotel's many balconies above, notebook in hand, and Alix tried to slow her racing heart as she pretended to browse the shelves.

Angling herself slightly and squinting against the streaming sunlight, Alix tried desperately to make out any distinctive features but there were none. He was an ordinary-looking man in his mid-thirties with dark, straight hair, thick glasses, and an aura she couldn't place but that seemed to scream at her from the depths of her mind, making Alix feel violently ill.

The young agent didn't even have to look up to know he was watching her; she could feel those empty eyes boring into her even through the glass window of the bookshop she was lingering inside.

But she had a mission to complete; she couldn't hold off any longer. 

Still, even as she idly perused the first book she'd grabbed, the feeling of the bespectacled man's soulless eyes staring her down never left. 

Even when she looked up and the man was gone, the merciless waves of nausea signaling his presence just wouldn't leave her. 

He had been scribbling into a notepad, she remembered, and five words from the Evasion & Counterespionage section of her training began to reverberate over and over again in her mind like gunshots as she waited for her target to leave the hotel across the street:

Three times is a tail.