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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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always been close {Roger Taylor}

Anon asked: okay i LLOOOOVe your Ben hardy/roger taylor fics and i was wondering if you could write more of them? I don't have a particular request (anything you write will probably be fantastic) but i do really like a smug or cheeky roger taylor.... so do what you want with that...

Anon asked: Could I request a Roger Taylor x reader fanfic where they’ve been good friends for years,the other members know the reader too but one day the hook up and the other members notice that something happened between them and at the end they somehow end up together.I want a lot of shocking reactions from the boys as I live for them.You don’t need to write it if you don’t like the idea.But thank you ! 💗

A/N: 2870 words. Me, cramming as many prompts into a singular trenchcoat and shoving it out into the world: are you not entertained?! also.... like, light to medium smut..... i might start writing all out smut. Not exactly what was asked for, but it was a fun time. Jealousy warning as well.

“So how do you know Rog?” Deacon smiles at you when you offer to help the boys pack up after their first show, it’s a kind smile, a smile you can trust. Brian and Roger like him well enough, and you at least trust Brian’s judgement enough to be friendly to their new bassist.

“I don’t.” You tell him, straight-faced as you haul the bass drum into the back of van. Deacon’s expression turns confused as Roger passes you another piece of equipment. Looking the newest band member directly in the eyes, you double down on the bit. “I’ve never met this man before in my life.”

“I’m getting a beer, you want your usual?” Roger calls to you, and you turn back, making a face at him. “I’m done packing up, Brian’s the only one left.” He responded to your nonverbal complaint by making a flippant gesture to the guitarist, who was clicking the last of the latches shut on his guitar case. “Drink?” He asked you again, and instead of answering you just beamed at him. Poor Deacon just looked confused.

“Pay them no mind, Deaky.” Brian said, sliding his guitar case in the back beside the bass. “It’s a blessing they’re even coherent half the time.” Brian, exasperated, turned to you. “How’d you meet Rog?” He asked, voice flat as if it were a question he’d asked a hundred times before, and you looked back at him.

“He killed me in a past life and I’m biding my time for revenge.” You responded, expressionless, to which he shook his head.

“That’s a new one.” He would give you that much, before turning to John. “Y/N and Rog grew up together.” He said by way of explanation, speaking over the top of Roger shouting from the door that they’d run out of your favourite drink, but that you could share his beer if it came to it.

“You drink piss-water and I can see mine in your hand.” You accused, while Roger leaned down, his lips at the rim of the glass that held your drink.

“These are both for me.” Somehow, he thought the best course of action was to take a drink from the one obviously for you, slurping the top of it obnoxiously.

“Children, children, get in the car.” Freddie called over the top of you both, and you took the opportunity to snatch your drink from Roger’s hand, spilling it both on him and yourself, though you still thought a crow of triumph was warranted.

“So how do you know Roger?” The girl he’s brought along to the band’s first album recording is pretty enough, dark hair, cute shorts. She smiles at you and it’s all teeth, something a little bit nasty and insinuating in her tone. It takes a moment for you to suppress your eyeroll, you’d dealt with this before any girl who was into Roger seemed to see you as competition, and as flattering as it was when the two of you started hitting the town together, it was wearing thin now.

“I’m his personal bodyguard.” You tell her, and the girl purses her lips, but doesn’t say anything else. Mary hides her laughter behind her hand, and drapes her other arm against the back of the sofa, an open invitation for you to lean against her and watch as the boys set up in the other room.

They record for hours, trying everything and anything, experimenting with everything they had, making music, dancing, living electrically for the time they had in there. The woman he’d brought takes most opportunities to throw herself on him, dance with him, keeping it relatively tame for present company, but you knew the look in his eyes, and in hers.

The last take of the night is when her thinly-veiled jealousy shtick is wearing thin on you, and you leap up after his final recording session, jostling the sleeping Mary where she was lying on your lap, running to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you let him spin you around in elation.

“That was good! That was so good, wasn’t it, Y/N?” And he’s glowing with excitement, eyes only for you. You answer in kind, gushing about the music, how excited you were for it. There’s triumph running through your veins when the other girl has to clear her throat to get his attention. He went home with her, but you still feel victorious.

It’s a feeling you’d always experienced, since you were young; at first it was only the two of you, both of you going to the same high school a district away, not knowing anyone. But Roger had a magnetism to him, and an aggression that brought in a certain type of person. You weren’t lonely, no more than any other high schooler, but for all yours and his friends, you both made damn sure to stay best friends.

It continued into university; he’d brought you in to meet the band at the first gig, and they took to you immediately, so you kept coming, would help them pack up, make yourself indispensable, earn your place as Roger’s best friend in this world he’d cultivated around himself.

And now here you were, the final gig before he and the others officially drop out to become serious musicians... Or, there you were, because after half an hour of drinking and throwing peanuts at Roger and the girl he was with - who had said the band was shit, though the drummer was cute, while in the bathroom - Roger had dragged her out to the car he had managed to scrape together enough cash for.

“Roger?” Now you’re just tired, lying in his bed, wearing his shirt. “Why’d you bring me back here? I was a dick to you, to-” you can’t remember the name of the girl he was with, but she was just trying to have a good time, you know you shouldn’t have-

“Stop talking.” He yawned as he walked into the room, wearing his pyjamas shorts and drinking from a half-filled bottle of water. When he sense you’re about to say something else, he puts up a hand, eyebrows raised at your possible defiance, and you close your mouth, sulking.

Climbing into bed with you, the two of you shift automatically, your head resting on his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, looking up at the ceiling. The two of you hadn’t shared a bed like this in years.

“Sorry.” You find yourself murmuring as he strokes your back, well, as much as he can with half of it being used as part of your pillow.

“Why’ve you gotta be like this?” He sighed, but you just tucked up closer to him.

“I thought we weren’t talking about it.” Voice low, you feel a quiet, self-deprecating laughter rumble through his chest, and his hand comes to rest at your hip, fingertips brushing against your thigh where his shirt ends. You’re waiting, holding your breath to see what he would do. You know he’s looking at, can feel his gaze on your face, but he doesn’t stop, fingers moving slowly just beneath the fabric of the shirt to your underwear. His thumb slides beneath the elastic, and finally you look up at him. He’s so serious, God, you could cut the tension with a knife, and it snaps as he does, pulling the elastic of your panties up in one quick flick and letting it snap against your side.

“Ow! That hurt, you asshole!” You laugh, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow, but he’s already pulling you down for a kiss, grinning against you lips. It feels like it should. You fit together easily, his hand moving to keep your hips steady as you shift automatically to straddle him. “You’re such a dick sometimes.” You pull back, still grinning, lips still only inches from his. He raises his eyebrows pointedly at you, and you’re pretty sure there’s nothing hotter than Roger’s smug fucking face, as he then proceeds to graze his nails up your thighs, kissing you to swallow the whimper that escaped you.

It feels like it’s been a long time coming. It’s fun, but its not unfamiliar; you’ve known each other for so long it’s like it’s a natural progression. You can read each other like a favourite book, somehow instinctual and a little awkward, which is, well, it’s perfectly you two.

“You know what? I don’t think I’m actually sorry for cockblocking you tonight.” You mused, a little out of breath, shooting for serious. Though it takes Roger a moment to process what you said, he grins up at you, gently poking a spot on your inner thigh where he knows a hickey will bloom.

“Maybe should thank you.” He snorts, which only goes to set you off laughing again. The sound of it, warm, syrupy and at ease, it makes him grin, proud of being able to illicit such a genuine laugh from you in this situation, and soon you’re pulling him up to kiss him again, still thrumming with laughter.

No-one notices at first. Well, to be fair, you and Roger are weirdly touchy, so if he’s pinching your ass more than usual, no-one seems to care enough to comment on it. Well, you notice, but you couldn’t care less. Things between you have shifted; not gotten weird or bad, just shifted sideways. Roger’s still sleeping with any practically any girl that throws herself at him, and you’re free to hook up with anyone and everyone you like, but sometimes... you just find yourself together at the end of the night.

One night, the girl he’s talking to at the bar gives you a catty look when he’s not looking. She saw the two of you come in together, never mind the cute guy who had been buying you drinks for the past hour. Excusing the poor guy who you know is now probably going home alone tonight, you make your way to the bathroom, leaning against the wall beside it, watching Roger and waiting until you catch his eye.

He frowns slightly at you, but you just nod towards the bathroom and raise your eyebrows in silent question. It’s almost comical how fast he leaves the girl at the bar. When she follows his trajectory with her eyes, she sees you waiting; you wink at her, the grin on your face stretching into something smug as Roger wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into the bathroom. Mine.

It’s not like you do that every time you go out together, just if you get bad vibes off whoever he’s with, or if she makes a face at you like you’re some sort of competition... which you are, but you don’t want to seem like it.

The thing is, Roger does it too, he’s just a tad more possessive. Sometimes he’s subtle, mentioning to you and whoever you’re with that you had to go; band rehearsals early the next morning, even though it was usually a lie. Your favourite, however, was the night you both went to a dingy little pub with a jukebox rather than a band, and the guy who had been plying you with alcohol had come back from the bathroom with a grin. You were tipsy, feeling on top of the world with this stranger’s hand on your thigh, when out of nowhere, Roger’s arms wrap around you, warm and familiar.

“You right there, mate?” The man at the bar had snapped.

“He called you a ditzy bitch in the bathroom.” Roger had murmured against your ear, low enough so only you could hear, and in your liberated state, you were ready to yell at the man, though the man had enough yelling of his own to do.

“Alright, you wanna go, mate?” He growls, standing, and your smile turns poisonous as a new thought occurs to you.

“Yeah, Rog, do you wanna go?” The soft, amused nuance in your voice conveyed such a different message that it was laughable, you turn your head to rest your forehead against his where he’s perched his chin on your shoulder. The man at the bar deflates a little as you lose interest in him, and Roger’s smile widens.

“Sounds like a plan.” She mine. It’s there in his eyes, the way he keeps an arm around you as you leave the bar, you feel it thrumming through him as pulls off your shirt in the back of his car.

Sometimes you head to bars with the boys and Mary, sometimes they still play pub gigs, and yet they still don’t seem to realise. Or, most of them don’t seem to realise.

“You and Roger are hanging out a lot.” Mary smiles at you, a glint of mischief in her eyes as you watch the boys complain about trying to fit their gear in Brian’s stationwagon.

“Of course, he’s my best mate.” Shrugging noncommittally, you hear Mary hum, unconvinced. Shooting her a suspicious look, she just shrugs in return, mimicking your own dismissive gesture.

“You want me to give you a lift home?” As if to prove Mary right, Roger calls out to you, pulling out his keys. You can feel Mary’s pointed look, and your expression falters, shaking your head with a smile, though your heart’s not in it.

“No, I-” you start, but then the rest of the band is looking at you, “there’s someone at the bar.” Gesturing over your shoulder awkwardly, you give them all a strained smile and head back inside. Catching Roger’s expression, he actually... looks hurt, and a little jealous, though he covers it up quickly.

“Can I ask you something?” The pub’s doors closed behind you, and you’re fully intending to stumble into a taxi when a voice is heard behind you. Whipping around and almost losing your balance, you spot Roger, leaning against the edge of the building.

“Do not sneak up on me like that Rog.” You admonished him, reaching an arm out to him for support, and he’s there automatically, wrapping his arm around you.

“What are we doing?” It’s actually snowing outside, and you’re tempted to say freezing my ass off, but he seems serious.

“Fuckin’ around.” You mumble, turning to wrap both your arms around him. “You’re my best friend.” Voice dreamy, you feel it when his arms tighten around you.

“Best friend.” He repeats, quietly, and you hum thoughtfully for a moment.

“Mine.” The word is firm as you speak it, and he leans back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What does that mean, Y/N?” He asked, and with the distance between you, he watches as snowflakes drifted about, settling on your closed eyelashes.

“Means I hate that you fuck other girls, Rog, but you’re my best friend and an adult so you can do what you want.” It takes you a moment to get the full sentence out around your vaguely uncooperative tongue, but when you open your eyes, he’s smirking at you.

“There was no guy at the bar.” It was a statement rather than a question, but you snorted with laughter anyways.

“’course not, you knob. Mary was getting suspicious though.” You told him, and he had to muffle a laugh at that. After a beat, you raise your eyebrows at him. “And yet, Roger, you walked all the way back here and waited until I was kicked out to spend time with me.”

“Yeah, well, gotta look after what’s mine.”

“Those look fresh.” Mary poked at the hickey on your throat, commenting loud enough for the boys to hear as the two of you draped yourselves across the sofa in the rehearsal room. Giving her a shit-eating grin, you can see Roger’s own wicked smile where he’s tweaking his drum kit.

“That’s because they are.” Swatting her away, you pulled a magazine from your bag, flipping it open.

“So the boy at the bar-?” Mary giggled, shifting to read over your shoulder, though you weren’t paying attention to the words.

“Oh no, this is all Roger’s work.” Shooting for nonchalant, you can hear the others stop their tuning as Roger continued to set up. Looking up, you can see Mary grinning out of the corner of your eye, Brian looking like he was quickly forming a headache, John frowning into space, deep in thought, and Freddie looking between the two of you.

“How long’s this been going on?” He asked, seemingly still unsure about the nature of the relationship.

“A while.” Roger supplies, which John echoes as a question.

“Year, maybe?” You look to Roger, for confirmation, and he shrugs, making a noise of vague confirmation. Brian finally unfreezes where he’s got his base in one hand, and other pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What the fuck, guys?”

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ksjsflower · 5 years

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16th of July - Jungkook X Reader

part 1

genre: humor, college!au, jungkook! fuckboy au, future smut and angst

words:idk dude

It was at times like this that you wondered whether the whole universe that we live in is just a tiny fraction of something way more powerful. Could it be destiny? If there even was such a thing, you were almost certain it had struck you when you had least expected it to. Thursday, 16th of July, 2016. The day you knew you would remember your whole life and all of your next lives.

The 16th of July 2016, Thursday. You were 19, just graduated from highschool, ready to start college. Oh, were you in for a ride. During your high school years, all you ever thought about was how fun college and moving in with your best friend, Nana, would be. Nana was actually more like a sister to you. You guys met way back when you were 5 at a playground. It was at the moment she stepped on your sand castle and started crying and apologizing you knew you two were gonna become friends.

However, moving in - not so fun actually. Both of you had a mess at home, and of course, your mothers were worried sick about you two 'becoming independent and growing up so fast'. The first day you two arrived at your dorm was chaotic. People were running aroung, bumping into each other like there's no tomorrow, everyone was all up in their business. Until.

'Dude, the guy with curly hair and a leather jacket by the lockers has been staring at you for about 2 minutes now.' Nana whispered to you while you were trying to balance your books for the classes you both got today.

'Uh, what? Where and who and why?' you crinkled your nose when a certainly heavy book pressed your pinky. 'I could use some help over here, stop looking around for boys, its the first day for fuck's sake..' you rolled your eyes.

'Alright, FIRST of all, - she was getting ready for another one of her rants - 'it's kinda hard not to notice when there's quiete a few people over here if you didnt already realize that, that his eyes out of all the people he can look at, only look at you. For t w o minutes. Even three now, cause' I just checked and he is still looking, only now he has a smirk on his face probably because your hair is a mess from holding 20 books and I am talking to you about him not so subtly cause now hes looking at me haha-''

You were so confused as to why she was rambling to you while looking behind you as if something was approaching. Nevertheless, you didnt think much of it. You just thought it was another one of Nana's silly actions, until you felt a hand on your shoulder the same moment Nana abruptly shut her mouth.

You slowly started turning around not expecting the smell that came from behind you to be strong cologne. You hated cologne, so it left you wondering for a second why you actually enjoyed inhaling this particular one.

But when you actually did turn around surprising yourself when you didnt drop any of the books you were holding, you were met with a face of a boy. A rather good looking boy. Man, probably the best looking boy you have seen in the last 10 years. When your pair of eyes met his doe like pair, you were left speechless. Thank God you werent the one who was going to start the talking because as soon as you opened your mouth you were cut off by his own voice.

'Are you guys new here? I saw you going around looking all confused and shit so if you need any help, you can ask me, I dont bite,' - he mused in a rather interesting tone,you couldnt decipher if he was being flirty or if his tone was usually sensual like that. - 'Yeah, I'm sure thats why you were looking,' Nana jumped in very awkwardly and as to prove her point, she added an unpleasant laugh at the end of her statement which made you want to face palm yourself right in front of his face.

'Yes, of course. Now why else would I be looking? I am a well mannered man.' He gave a smile so charming you were sure you would have flown to another dimension right then and there if it werent for all the books you were holding.

He must've noticed your lack of response which is why he took half of the books you were holding to himself. 'There you go.. saw you struggling for a little while. Also, I couldnt help but notice your little friend over her talking about me? Or am I possibly wrong?'

You finally spoke up and mentally congratuated yourself for not stuttering. 'Uh, yeaahh.. you're probably seeing things, we were just trying to find the right classes and stuff..'

'Seeing things? Damn, didnt have to word it like that, makes me feel undesirable,' he gave a breathy laugh while faking being hurt by putting his hands on his chest.

'Oh, I am sure that it does' you answered sarcastically. Cmon, this guy looked like sex on a stick. Feeling undesirable? Certainly not his case.

'See, you get me. I was not mistaken when I thought I felt a connection to you the moment I saw you across the hall,' he gave you a cheeky grin which left you rolling your eyes at the back of your head so hard you were sure they were gonna stay there.

'A connection? Please. And here I was thinking that this was a fuckboy free college.' You sighed dramatically which left Nana bringing her fist to her lips to stiffle her laughs.

He did look a bit taken aback by your response, but nevertheless managed to cover it up with a smirk in a span of 0.02 seconds. 'Arent you a fiery one, huh?' He smiled yet again in his seemingly natural flirty self.

'You havent seen anything yet.'

'Oh, so you're implying that we are going to have more talks in the future?' He smiled at you but his eyes were rather daring.

'You wish. Keep dreaming boy. Theres only one first impression and youve ruined it, so we aint talking any time soon.' - Nana once again let out a wheeze, only this time it was loud and you shut your eyes tightly wanting the ground to open and swallow you.

'Its alright, it doesnt have to be anytime soon, I can wait if its you who Im gonna talk to.' His comment left your cheeks tainted a light shade of pink, but you couldnt let your resolve crumble infront of him. Who did he think he was all confident trying to seduce you without even knowing your name?

'Nah, Im good. You didnt really understand what I meant. We aint talking anytime soon is supposed to mean that we are never talking after this again, kapeesh?' you were stating to get tired but you wanted to continue bickering with the unknown boy for some reason.

'Baby, dont underestimate me. Never is a strong word. - plus.. if we aint gonna talk thats okay we dont have to talk, we can always do other things.' he winked at you after throwing the innuendo right at your face. You scrunched your nose at the pet name but chose to ignore it.

'That was extremely pervy of you saying that to someone you have quiete literally just met. - you paused to flick your hair behind your shoulder. 'you should congratuate yourself, ive never started hating someone as soon as I did with you, you are the first one to accomplish that , you should feel proud, man.'

'I can be a lot of firsts to you, you know. I feel honored to be honest.' he announced proudly for some reason.

'Bold of you to assume you would be my first. Dont underestimate me, baby.' you threw back repeating his exact same words.

Nana was getting ready for the good part when suddenly you cut her fun short. 'Nana, lets go.' you grabbed your books from his hands harshly with one hand and pulled your best friend with the other free hand.

As you two were walking away you ignored Nana's whispers of protest when suddenly a voice was heard from behind you two.

'I'm Jungkook, by the way!' he yelled over a few people passing by.

You stayed quiet and opted for giving him the finger while he was still facing your back. Jungkook did not know why that action pulled the biggest toothy smile on his face, but was certainly glad you didnt get to see it.

'Well... at least he was cute?' Nana added while you two already walked away.

'Yeah. Cute.' you answered emphasizing both words as to let her know you thought he was everything except cute.

Well, college was going to be a lot of fun.

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poisonedamaryllis · 5 years

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Good morning peach!! What's the gods and goddesses au about? *A* 😘👌❤🌹🌠

HELLO MARS!! I’ve finally gotten around to answering this! I took a lot of time because beside my legendary laziness and poor time management skills, I uhhh had no idea what this AU was truly about XD But now I do!

The idea stemmed a whiiiiiile ago, months ago I think, maybe more, when I had a dream where Hana was the goddess of death who could summon zombies. And like, that’s cool and all but Hana as the goddess of Death wouldn’t make much sense so when I started blogging about the gods and goddesses AU, I had conflicting representations of what she was in this AU and of what the plot would be.

A quick look at what had inspired me helped me grasp better what I wanted from this AU!

The story revolves around a sacred kingdom of gods who rule over the world. Everything in that world is attached to the authority of a good: life, death, birth, nature, time... The balance of the world is the hands of a few godly beings, and would one of them become rogue, that balance would be lost.

Or at least, that was what his family had told him.

Killua isn’t a god. Not yet, according to his family, at least. He is the heir of the Zoaldyeck family--the House of Chaos that gathers the gods at the source of every tempestuous crisis in the world. His father, Silva, the God of Chaos and Liars, has great expectations regarding Killua’s future reign over his House. He knows his son has infinite potential and outstanding power, but there is only one slight issue: he doesn’t know what Killua would be the god of.

Here is the thing: a lot of gods weren’t born as gods. Most of them were muses, some nymphs, some monsters, witches, fairies, and a handful were humans before they acquired the power to join the Garden of Divinities.

At this point, Killua is just a muse. Muse of Destruction, his family calls him, a step behind his rightful place as the God of Destruction in the House of Chaos. Killua doesn’t think that suits him--he has too many dreams of the human world, daydreams of travels and bare feet in the grass, questions about all the things life has to offer to the living--and he doesn’t like the title, but his family knows better. Family always does.

Things change when the Goddess of Light goes missing.

Nightfall takes over--darkness is upon the world, and the sun dims into a pale shadow of itself. The Council of Gods is summoned to find a solution, with Silva at its head. They know they have to take heavy measures quickly and efficiently to find the goddess before it’s too late.

Without light, there is no life.

Killua is the one tasked to find the goddess, a mission that is meant to affirm his place as a god and not just as a muse.

It is his one chance to grow--and the world’s fate is in his hands. Yet all he can think about is that he will be wandering in the world of humans. Unmonitored. Without his brother’s constant scrutiny trained on him.

Free.

During his journey to find the goddess, Killua meets rogue gods for the first time in his life. His father always spoke of them as though they were disgraces--the gods who had given up their rule in the kingdom to mingle with the humans--but Killua doesn’t see it that way. He was always curious of those legendary gods who had done what he could only dream of--even if it was unspeakable among his kind.

So when he meets Gon, the God of Nature, Family, and Fishermen, Leorio, God of Healing and Fortune, and Elias, the God of Time and Memories, Killua is torn. They alert him of the cunning and thirst for power that is breeding a new movement in the kingdom--a movement they fled--but they offer nonetheless to aid him in his quest to find the missing goddess, as it is not just the politics of the kingdom that is jeopardized by her absence but the balance of the whole world.

They find her, together, eventually. She was never in hiding, or missing--not really.

The real issue is that she has forgotten everything. The one thing she still remembers is her name.

Hana.

................

:DDD

OKAY LOOK... this is very sloppy because I have a feeling this could evolve into a story of its own because the political intrigue behind it is worth its own story XD

Basically, Silva is the god of Chaos, and he’s baaaad because i can do that. he’s been abusing Killua since he was a kid to try and fit him into his mold because he thinks Killua has incredible power and potential to become a great god.

He’s right about that! Killua will become a god, but he certainly won’t be the god of destruction and that’s where Silva’s understanding of his son stops.

Now, the intrigue behind it is that since Silva rules over the House of Chaos (the house of the Zoaldyecks divinities), he has a lot of power over the kingdom. His wife is the goddess of Madness, his first son became the god of Nothingness, and he is about sure his third son could be destruction incarnate! (milluki who??? silva doesnt him hekjhg). Now, the problem is that his decisions in the council are always countered by the other houses (House of Life, House of Arts, House of Justice, etc.). Silva doesn’t seek absolute power--he seeks the resilience of his opponents to make his decretes pass.

Why? i dont know because he is persuaded he wants to stop those silly dreams from polluting his son’s head; and for that, he needs the power to change the world and so, to change his son--Killua.

Yeah he’s worse than in the anime lol.

So what’s the best thing for him to do if he wants the other Houses to give up to him?

Well, he needs Chaos to be absolute. And for that, he wants absolute Darkness, and he wants the Goddess of Death to relinquish her power (that’s Duanphen, the goddess of death :D). With Death in his house and Light abolished, he could exercize his power over the world no matter what the other Houses think and thus destroy his son’s dreams and exert absolute control over him.

Because, you know, that’s what’s best for him :))

SOOO since this is kinda very evil, Hana, the goddess of light, has word of the scheme and she decides to go rogue (like Gon and Elias) so that Silva can’t find her and force her to relinquish her power over light (because she doesn’t want absolute darkness you know). But Silva knows!! so there’s a fight blabla and since he’s more powerful he sows chaos in her mind and she forgets everything about who she is--including her rule over Light. She still manages to escape before he controls her, so YEAH there is darkness all over the world, but since he didn’t catch her, she can still have the chance to recover her memory and thwart his plans!!!

Hence why he sends Killua to find her. He is convinced this will make killua a ~~~truuue~~~ god of destruction and it will bring back the girl he wants to control so she can’t meddle with his plans.

Now here’s the thing: killua will befriend gon, leorio, and elias, and they’ll teach him that everything his father has been teaching him from birth is wrong!! then they find Hana, and she slowly recovers her memory and shares what she knows about the baaad evil plans. (and they fall in love obviously duh). It’s through her that Killua will learn he’s got nothing to do with destruction and that’s why he never managed to become a god--he’ll eventually accept his true nature and become the God of Curiosity and Rebels. With a dash of lightning bc i can.

Oh and ofc there are other ocs in there! Idk if they’ll be as prominent but Malzi is the god of Darkness and since Hana (goddess of light) is gone, he has WAY TOO MUCH WORK ON HIS HANDS because there’s way too much darkness to manage, which pisses him off, so he decides to investigate where the fuck she went because goddammit i didn’t sign to manage the entire world’s darkness and this is why we can’t trust young gods, these silly kids. And Arashi is the goddess of Enigmas and Riddles and she senses Silva has iffy intentions so she pairs up with Duanphen (goddess of death) to figure this out.

And well, Natsu also looks for her daughter--goddess or not, Hana is still her baby. I think Natsu is the goddess of Protection.

ANYWAYY this is getting way too long XD I hope this answers roughly what this AU is about! It would deserve its own story to exist but it’s really fun to think about XD Hana as the goddess of light is so fitting and I love the idea of Killua slowly coming to terms with the fact that his family abused him and lied to him and well, him finding his own path and identity through meeting with people who understand him.

#gods and goddesses au #au #oh boi i wrote a lot #sorry XDD #oooodlesofnooodles

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fae/fairy jae au

genre: fluff!!!

word count: 2501

A/N: fae is really the same thing as a fairy, its just the common male term for fairy!!!

lets pretend this Doesnt Suck ok? ok ty (and if im completely honest,, the part of the fairytale is a True Story from my childhood,, my dad always told me ab it so i thought it was kinda sweet ok anywayshifg)

this is heavily inspired by @/chenle ‘s demon!jae au, you really should check it. its so beyond precious!!

(this gif is literally so perfect for this .. just wait uwu)

so yknow youre just a Soft Soul

you like to take time away from all the stress of your busy life

after coming home from your classes and taking care of homework or tidying up or making dinner

bc yknow a gal’s gotta eat

sometimes u just like to go outside in your garden

(its french style,, really lovely tbh)

and relax.. Listen to music, play music

bask in the summer sun and feel the breeze in your hair

just girly things yk

imsosorry

anywa y s .. ,,,. .

you would also bring your violin out every once and a while if the neighbors weren’t home, or even if they were, the complaints were sparing because

Lets face it

youve been playing since you were seven years old.. You’ve just turned twenty now..

you’re good

uhh yeah. Hehe xd ok so

since you were a child, your dad always liked to indulge you in these beautiful fantasies, letting your pure mind take you away to something better than reality

you felt like magic was real for so long..

he told you, that everytime you laugh and smile, a fairy was born.

they were all around you, and if you listen closely, you would hear them giggle along with you :’)

of course now, you don’t believe it,, wh- pssh thats nonsense

tbh your heart just wished these things were real, that the make believe could become reality just for a day

things would be so simple, so beautiful, you could be a princess like your dad always said you were, and you could live a pretty life with the birds and fairies and and and

after a particularly stressful day, you returned from class to the house you owned by yourself near campus (for convenience yk) and just decided it was a day that you needed to take time for yourself

so , like a sensible human being, you put on the prettiest white sundress you had, you let your hair that was once tied up fall gently against your back, you poured yourself a glass of champagne (with basically more fruit juice than champagne bc bitter alcohol isnt cute)

and brought out your violin along with a little bowl of fruit and sighed before letting it all go once your bow hit the strings

you decided to play one of your favorite pieces, Introduction and Rondo capriccioso in A Minor, Op. 28

you only got a minute in before your neck started to hurt, you dropped your right arm and put your violin in your lap before sighing, giggling a bit, and taking a quick sip of your little champagne concoction

because damn it just felt nice to let go and play after not having been able to in such a long time

but before you could rest your violin under your chin again, you heard

a Boy

and …. is that a giggle?

s-shit thats precious..

WAIT

you look around, knowing you dont have anyone living near you thats near your age

its literally all old folk okay-

and right near the peonies, is this little mist

b-but your sprinklers arent on..

the mist starts to rise and suddenly, theres glitter in the mist

i-its pink… uwu ?

and once the mist clears, out steps a boy

a really cute boy

a very tall boy

“why’d you stop? it sounds so beautiful…”

your brain : w-wUAaAAAAaAA

you:

he’s… a fairy????

the tall boy blinks once before revealing the brightest, most beautiful smile

he walks over and sits himself down next to you in the plush grass, a pair of iridescent wings slowly moving and fluttering like a butterfly’s, and pops a blueberry from your bowl of fruit into his mouth

you’re literally sitting there…. Dumbfounded

did a fairy literally just pop up because you were laughing

dAD WAS RIGHT

“a-are you a… f-fairy?”

his smile (and his little wings) legitimately dropped so fast

“i’m not a fairy im a fae.”

“there IS a difference okAY??”

“so.. y/n, right?”

“hOW DO YOU-”

“i come around sometimes”

“i read your schoolwork, your diary”

oh … oka- hEY WHA

after getting a better look at him u just kinda realize

wait why is he … beautiful

literally his skin is shimmering and his ears do the pointy thingy

“so.. why dont you play some more, sweets? you’re really good! after all, i came all this way to hear it..”

is he? …. flirti- no. no he’s not.. chill out y/n just bc he’s cute doesnt mean he thinks you are too

here you are . sitting, confused, theres a FAIRY fae in front of you

but … here goes nothing i guess?

you start to play again, and immediately he sighs dreamily and you can feel him staring at you with those sparkly eyes

all of a sudden, he reaches out and puts something in your hair, so your bow screeches on the string and you reach to touch whatever it is because the cheeky fae might have-

“nO stop!! its just a rose”

you look around

owo

“wai- i dont have roses planted in my garden right now...”

“well thats okay” he muses, then blows a few rose petals from his palm in your face

“i can plant some in your garden right now if you’d like! it needs a little freshening up…”

muttering while looking around “oh.. more freshening up than i anticipated” thinking u couldnt hear

u… u could

“hHEY ITS THE BEST I CAN DO IM A STRUGLGIN COLLEGE STUDTENT”

he just sticks out his pink tongue at you, and you notice how plump his lips are

they seriously look like rose petals.. this fairy fae

fairies and fae alike are described to be mischievous

what more can he get up to??

dont worry. a lot.

“well mr. fae, what will you do to my garden? my mother and grandmother helped me out with it, i dont want to go overboard and ruin it, they worked hard an-”

“if you please, my name is jae. and don’t worry. i know what i’m doing! you humans are too careful. have some fun!”

and as soon as he would even scan his eyes over the vines creeping up the side of your house, or the bushes of blackberries or the small rows of flowers, they all flourished, growing in ample numbers, adding sprouts of fruits and vegetables and spreading throughout the span of grass of your backyard.

your jaw was literally

...hanging open

“oh my… i-” you breathed. “j-jae..”

“you’re welcome!” he laughed, beaming down at you

the sun was literally shining brighter because he was there

the rest of the afternoon he stayed and watched you play violin, asking about different songs, who wrote them, when they were written, what you think the mood is

and slowly the sun faded and the sky grew pink

and everything was bathed in a warm light, jae’s eyes were still shining and luminous

“its been such a nice time, but i really should be going, i have pets to feed and a hut to clean”

ngl you were disappointed. you knew you’d miss him even if you only just met

but like… being needy? whos she?

“you’ll see me again, dont worry!” he smirked

“h-how did you-”

“i didn’t, but good to know you enjoy me so much!” he shook his head a little, laughing

he grabbed your flute of champagne and sipped until there was only a small bit left

he literally dared to turn the tall glace around so that the place where his lips had been

were now touching your lips

your face literally got as red as the tomatoes jae planted in the corner

you grabbed the flute of champagne, turned it, and sipped

(angrily??) can u sip angrily? (doesnt matter, u did it)

jae laughed once more and just sighed “you really are something, y/n”

“i-iTS A GOOD THING DONT WORYR”

for once today, he was the one flustered and scrambling to save himself.. funny…..

“w-well look. i have a way you can call for me.”

and out of the palm of his and, he revealed a little bell.

you held out your hand, and when he placed it in your palm, you realized just how much bigger he was than you

like damn for a fae you’re a Long Boi

you tried to ring it, but it was silent

????

“it’s too high for humans to hear, so you can be discreet with it”

“well how do i know that it’s working?”

he grinned and grabbed your shoulders, then moved your hair away from your right ear, then your left, kissing each.

your face is darker than the tomatoes he grew for you now ok a y

“w-whAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”

“ring the bell now”

you shook it lightly, and you could hear the tiniest little tinkling noise

“so you can hear this anywhere?”

“that’s right!”

“you had to kiss me for that?”

“well no, you could it hear as soon as i touched your ears. i only kissed them to get a reaction out of you”

“can the bell send you away too, or?” you gave him A Look

“alright, alright, i’ll be on my way then” he raised his hands in defeat.

you laughed though, he was really something..

“just ring when you need me, y/n” he called, and with a wink, the mist reappeared, replacing the lanky body with wings

you sighed and grabbed your violin, the bowl and the empty flute, and walked inside

that night, you lay in bed, studying the little bell. it was golden with a delicate J engraved into it

your eyes were drooping while you looked over the bell, and slowly you drifted off to sleep

during the night, the bell had fallen onto the floor, and because it was so small, you didn’t hear it ring, but jae sure did

so around like 5am, jae poofed into your room

mist, glitter and all

seeing you were asleep, he was confused at first, but picked up the bell from the floor and put it on your bedside table before walking out of your room into your kitchen

around 7am, you awoke to the smell of tea being brewed

it smelled so nice and warm,, the thought really could put you right back to sle-

what the f- w-why is tea on its 7:12 in the morning

you threw your legs off of the bed, your feet finding your slippers

and you grabbed the bell, clutching it to your chest

because.. i dunno what if something bad happens?

oh christ what are you thinking what is a fAIRY BOY GOING TO DO TO PROTECT YOU?

you round the corner to see..

“jae?” your groggy morning voice makes him turn and his wings twitch and flutter and his cheeks turn a rosy pink (he would never admit to that happening tho, try it lmao)

“good morning, flower” he said gently while flicking his finger and pulling out a chair at your dining table, cueing you to be seated

“you dropped your bell really early this morning, so i just decided to not make my trip here for nothing…” he spit out

was he being .. bashful??

“you put tea on?”

“and i made muffins, i hope you dont mind i used your kitchen”

thats actually…. really sweet

no one but your mom has ever made you breakfast

you nodded wordlessly and grabbed a cup of tea from his hand

“i don’t have a teaset like thi-”

“i brought my own” he said quietly

why is he so shy all of the sudden i-

he always teases you so whats changed now huh

he brings over two plates with muffins on them, meaning you two were going to eat together

you decided to take the first bite and ….

they were so goo d like what

and ig he noticed you blushing because all of the sudden he was so proud

“glad you like them”

“t-they’re alright” you said stubbornly

he grinned and shook his head, taking a bite

you both finished breakfast together, talking a bit along the way, him teasing you more about not wanting to admit that he’s actually a damn good cook

and finally you realized your class would be starting soon… fuc

“what time is- oh GOd i have class in thirty- jae, i’m sorry but i need to go- shit we need to cLEAN okay quick i’ll take th-”

“you get ready, i’ll tidy up” he said immediately

“but- don’t be silly! Cmon i can take-”

“y/n, im not necessarily assertive for much, but i will be now. go. i can take care of this”

this mans… is he really ?

you were stopped in your tracks but he raised an eyebrow at you

and you turned away sO FAST to hide a blush bc

wow this fae is … g orge o u s ok

and since you were turned around

(and not to mention class was quickly approaching and you couldnt afford to waste more time) you decided at last to just leave jae to it

you could just feel him smirking in such a satisfied way hghfh

you marched on to your room and picked out a casual outfit and just threw it on, then proceeded to brush your teeth and braid your hair rather messily

you emerged again and the kitchen was … spotless??

(better than it had been, to your embarrassment)

“w-hoW DO YOU”

“y/n, class?”

“oh dEAR YOU’RE RIGHT”

you quickly ran to the door with jae at your heels and turned to say goodbye.

“until next time...i guess?”

only “ig” because who knows when he’ll just pop up, does the bell even matter to him?

protip: it doesn’t

PRO protip: he’s gonna show up when he wants bc lets face it he wants to be around you as much as he can but he’d never admit that

unless u did first

“yes, you can count on seeing me soon”

why is he being mysterious .. explain

you cocked your head bc . tf jae

but he only grinned at you and leaned against the doorway

“i’ll lock your doors when i leave, you go on y/n”

“well, goodbye then jae”

(rather upset bc .. in all honesty, being away from him already felt wrong)

you turned around before making your way down the path leading to your doorstep

“thank you again for breakfast”

(you made an effort to smile [much to your own chagrin, bc part of you is so tsundere but you .. wanna make his heart flutter like he makes yours bc payback… yea])

he shook his head while letting out a soft chuckle

“until later, little flower”

and with that last flirty phrase, he winked and disappeared with his usual mist

as you walked down the sidewalk to campus, you took his bell from your pocket and studied it more, with a smile lingering on your face.

#day6 jae #day6 imagines #kpop imagines #kpop blurb #kpop au #day6 au #park jaehyung #park jaehyung imagine #day6 jae imagine #day6 fluff #kpop fluff #soft kpop imagines #i literally got inspired to write this bc i saw a picture of him laughing on twitter and a bitch really just #fell: In Love #day6 scenario #kpop scenario

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