#kpop fairy au

[floralovebot]

winx club x kpop au my beloved.......

some headcanons below!!

i CANNOT stop thinking about this i'm going insane !!!

here's a playlist i made for them! it includes group songs and solo songs :)

personally if the winx were a kpop group, i think their music would be very similar to their canon music (ie superheroes, we're magic all the way, etcetc). so very girlie pop and the occasional ballad and pop rock song.

i typically think of this au as very canon-aligned (though not canon-compliant) so most of the canon dynamics are part of it!

bloom is the leader and a main vocalist

stella is a lead dancer and lead vocalist

flora is a lead dancer and vocalist

musa is a main vocalist! she also helps make a lot of their songs via lyrics, composing, and producing. i picture musa as being the triple threat and/or ace of the group so she's good at everything, but her Official position is main vocalist

aisha is the main dancer and a vocalist

tecna is a vocalist and the main rapper (think dreamcatcher's dami!)

i don't like the "visual" position tbh but if we're trying to be authentic then it'd be stella and maybe flora too

the little bottom left chibi is holding their lightstick <3

and again, if we're being authentic, musa, stella, and flora would be the most popular members (this is based on my knowledge of other kpop groups and what fanbases and the general public tend to like the most). stella and flora would be considered the "faces of the group" ie they're the most well known amongst the gp

the most popular group ships would be solarflare and flowerwave (or did we decide to go with petalwave... i never remember for them oops)

bloom would get into scandals because she's often the center member and solo stans and trix stans would hate on her for trying to steal the spotlight ajdhf

their introduction/greeting thing would be like canon so they would say "magic winx! hello yadda yadda" and their hand sign would be the crossed peace signs :) (idc that it's later seasons propaganda it's cute !!!)

oh also the little duo pics aren't meant to be outfits for the same song/stage, i just wanted to do close ups :) i also touched them up a little so they look better in the duo ones!

[multifics99]

mood boards for a faery!felix fic im working on

[mleighd94]

Hallowed Grove

Part One of Chapter One

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. I search blindly for my phone. Fingers are vigorously tapping, trying to end the annoying sound. I sigh, trying to enjoy this little moment I have to myself before it’s necessary for me to get up for work. I slowly get up, getting ready for yet another day. I picked out a new cute floral dress I got myself because spring is on the horizon. I put on some cute sandals and quickly shoved a croissant in my mouth. Grabbing my purse, I ran out the door. I make my way to the subway, putting in my AirPods and drowning out my thoughts and any external noise. I shouldn’t be late, so Scar shouldn’t be too upset. I do like to get to the café and help her open it, even though she always insists that I shouldn’t and that she has it. Even though I know those creepy old guys like to hang around until she opens, something flickering in my peripheral vision catches my attention. But there’s nothing there—just the windows and the people waiting. But it happens again in the same place. Then across on the other side, by the window. It’s like the outside is... Glitching? I look around to see if anyone else is seeing what I’m seeing, but it’s like they can’t see it. I hurriedly look around. How is the outside glitching and no one can see this? And then it happens: a bright light outside flashes, and everything is still. I’m dead, and this is it. My eyes start to adjust, and I’m no longer in the subway. Instead, I’m in a lush, beautiful forest. Birds chirping, butterflies, and twinkling lights floating. There are so many flowers all around, with a beautiful waterfall flowing into a lake. I’m standing there, trying to take this all in. I was on the subway, not minutes before. And now I’m here? Where was here? I’m dreaming; that’s what’s happening. This is all a dream, an illusion. I turn in circles. Right now, I’ll pinch myself. I’ll wake up in the subway, and it’ll be okay. I pinch the top of my forearm. Pain immediately ran through my forearm. “Ouch!” I quickly flick my wrist and hand, trying to alleviate any discomfort. I notice a pair of eyes looking at me from the lake. They realize I’m looking back at them. “Who are you?” The eyes ask, squinting in suspicion. “My name is Y/N. Could you help me? I’m a little confused as to how I got here. Where am I?” I ask, holding myself nervously. He pushes himself up onto his forearms, so now I can see more of his face. He had gorgeous, long, dark, pickled blue wood hair with strings of pearls hanging from it. With more pearls around his neck. Multiple pearl necklaces looping his neck. And the most stunning dark blue eyes. “This is Hallowed Grove. Home to many unique magical creatures.” “Hallowed Grove?” I repeat while looking around, still questioning reality, if that’s what you could call this. I finally look back at him. “What’s your name? You know mine; I’d like to know yours.”

@remedyx Thank you so much for the title picture artwork banner, and thank you for putting up with me and looking over the story. 

[pminautumn]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✦ 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ✦

✦ [soy un HADA, no una persona trans, no binario, etc. pero respete a las personas que si lo son] ✦ [no acepto cuentas usuario] ✦ [ no soy una cuenta +21, hardrol, etc] ✦ [ lee mis escritos para entender mi historia] ✦ [ acepto fakes y/o cuentas narrativas]

"𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑒́𝑛 𝑛𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑠 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑒".

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐄ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐈. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨́𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐣𝐞 𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐈𝐕. 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨́𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐥

𝐈. 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎́𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐉𝐄

FC: Park Jimin. Edad: 25 años. Edad hada: 100 años Casta: Omega Aroma: Cocoa con cerezas Peso: 48 kilogramos. Peso Omega: 2.5 kilogramos Altura: 1.62 metros de altura Altura omega: 10 centímetros en su estado de descanso, 30 centímetros de pie. Raza de hada: Hada del bosque (Hada dotadora de vida) Color de alas: rosa (significa clase baja) Fecha de nacimiento: 17 de agosto de 1997 Signo zodiacal: Leo. MBTI: ENFJ. Lugar de origen: Busan, Corea del Sur. Lugar de residencia : Seúl, Corea del Sur.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀

1995-2000: Jantaul nació un verano de 1997, bajo le lecho de una choza común, de una hermosa hada rubia de clase baja quien decidió tenerlo fuera del matrimonio al ser producto de una infidelidad.

Janie, hijo de Jelga y Jesung, primogénito del rey, desconoce sus orígenes aristocráticos desde sus primeros años de vida, él solo conoce a su madre, su abuela y a todos los miembros de aquel pacifico clan el cual, como único hada hombre, debía de cuidar. Desde que cumple los cinco años se le es instruido para defenderse a base de magia natural, es decir, la magia que la madre naturaleza les entrega a las hadas del lugar y que, claramente, las defiende de todo ser que busque atacarlas.

2000-2011: Al cumplir Janie los trece años, su madre enferma de una grave anomalía incurable, por lo que el hada protectora se ve en la obligación de salir del clan para buscar respuestas, respuestas incluso humanas y científicas. Sus salidas continuas le enseñaron cosas básicas como que el humano y los alfas fuera de su clan suelen estudiar en escuelas particulares y no en sus hogares con viejos libros, Janie consideró desde su corta edad que aquel legado antiguo debía acabarse aunque él no fuese nadie.

2011-2023: Actualmente, Jesung y Janie se encuentran en una disputa. El líder encontró a su hijo y no piensa dejarlo ir, pero tampoco piensa dejar pasar por alto tan traición al clan, por lo que una pequeña persecución al menor se desata saliendo este ileso en todas y cada una, sin embargo, mientras la concentración y recursos se perdían en atrapar a la escurridiza hada, algo terrible se avecinaba a aquel pacífico clan: los seres oscuros.

Aquellos seres qué nadie nunca había visto, pero que solían destrozar poblaciones enteras. Eran renegados, eran demonios.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐃

I. Jantaul es amable, una persona que pasa su vida siempre trabajando o haciendo algo.

II. Es serio, a veces un poco inocente. Sea paciente, cosas muy obvias para usted, para él no lo son. —𝗦𝗶́ 𝗻𝗼 𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘀, 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗼—

III. 𝗡𝗼 𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗷𝗲 +21 nada de su personalidad engloba un comportamiento sexual.

IV. 𝗢𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗮 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, dificilmente le sacarás un enojo, evita ofenderlo o hacerlo sentir mal porque se alejará al instante.

V. 𝗡𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮𝘀, no lo orilles, no le interesa basar su vocabulario en palabras altisonantes.

VI. Siempre tendrá un noble consejo para ti, acercate a él

𝐈𝐕. 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎́𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋.

I. Tiempos de espera de respuesta cortos — 1 𝗮 6 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘀— de los tiempos de respuesta varían de disponibilidad del usuario, vacaciones, días feriados, etc.

II. Jantaul no estará involucrado en temáticas +21, zoofilia, ped*filia, bdsm, sectas, asesinato, viol*ciones, etc.

III. No aceptará malos tratos, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗮́ 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗼.

IV. Puede valorar rolear cualquier temática que le sea impuesta. ¡Solo háblale!

[fancifulrp]

— OPEN FOR RESERVATIONS AND APPS! 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 ♡

Adapted to new environments, the old fae have assimilated to human society for thousands of years. As the first inhabitants of earth, the fae folk have learned to tackle new challenges and have grown with nature. All over the world, fae live among the human race in secret. They live in family dynamics, go to school and have jobs. Throughout history, humans have remained largely unaware of the existence of fae - although there are a few souls who know fae exist. By means of marriages, close friendships or a psychic sense; these humans have come into intimate contact with the fae folk and have subsequently been sworn to secrecy. The year 2024, Jeju Island. Humans are still mostly unaware of their magical fellows although trouble has been stirring, bubbling right underneath the surface and threatening to expose the fae race. Tension has been building between the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. South Korea’s wanderlust island has become the covert battlefield where an ancient fight for dominance is fought within its shadows. Amidst the tension lurking in the dark, there is an overt search for one's auramate. Because the fae folk don't just have to worry about political tensions, but social norm also dictates that one attempts to find their intended if they want to see the world in colours. Not only will this improve their standing in fae society, but seeing colours is imperative to survival in an underground world where trickery and deceit is apparent.

Welcome to fanciful — 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓?

[ethereal-choi]

~ faith, trust & pixie dust!

© ethereal-choi 2023–2024.

[ddaeng-angmoh]

Curse Like Heritage: 2

Summary: Fairies? They apparently weren’t just for kids. The town folk had warned you of a group of young adults that ran about like children, chasing stories and dreams. Despite your childlike curiosity for fairies, you decided to head their warnings and keep away from the odd men. Like the rest of the town, you couldn’t imagine just what could be wrong with the men that they thought folktales and spirits could actually exist. Maybe if you hadn’t touched something that didn’t belong to you, you could have continued ignoring them. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much of a choice. Something weird was happening to you, and they were the only ones who might know what.

TW: None? I think….

A/N: been riding out the month as I housesit for my neighbour. But I finally decided to write after watching a ton of adhd selfhelp tik toks. The Racoon friend helped too- (they keep eating all the cat food I leave out 😫) whenever we see each other we have staring contests as I mime his actions. This thief is cute af. How I could I not want to write. BTS will be in the next chapter, not sure how many members yet though 🤔🤔🤔

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Chapter 2

Puffing out a sigh, You yanked your car into park and stared at the house you had pulled up to. It was truly a gorgeous house. It was old, and cute. Your jaunts on pinterest and animal crossing pulled up words like ‘cottage core’ and ‘fairy core’. That was to say that your temporary abode was idyllic and heavily perfumed. Your Aunt’s front yard was caged in with an old and study fence. The thin slates were overwhelmed by foliage that peaked through the leafage with pale yellow buds. You doubted that was where the sweet scents were blooming from though.

Instead, you were more sure it was the bushes that coiled up from the ground. Ever the horticulturists, you dubbed these bushes the ‘cool dark bushes that every awesome gothic cottage had’. The blue flowers that spilled from the bush were thick and notable. Something you were certain meant ‘hello, I do- in fact- produce too much smells for your poor nose’.

“Yet here we are,’ You said with melancholy. “Approaching a scented doom, with naught a drop of caffeine to mediate it.” Dramatics aside, you really weren’t sure you were ready to take care of the house.

“Well, no time like today.” Yanking the keys from the ignition, you opened the car door and stepped out onto the heated pavement. It was no surprise that the sweet scent of pollen irritated your nose. You rolled your nose with your scrunching to ease the imagined pollen dust that tickled it. “Nature. You are truly as beautiful as you are horrendous.” You declared before slamming the driver car door shut. “I’ll treat you as best I can, but you should invite some friends if you can. I’m not the best at gardening, and you’re all too beautiful to die.”

As expected, the garden around you had no response. The only answer was a cool breeze that ruffled your clothes and soothed the scorch of the sun.

“Of course I’ll do my best. It’s just a warning.” You sang out as you grabbed your suitcases from the back of your car. “I hope you don’t mind me talking to you, studies show that most everything responds well to positive auditory stimuli.” You said as you closed the door with another slam. “You’ll hear a lot of me the next few months. You will even grow tired of my voice, I promise.” You dragged your suitcases across the pebbled driveway, finding an odd peace from the agitated sound.

“Wonder what a normal person would be saying to you guys.” You pondered as you pushed your way through the small gate off the driveway, and down the small walkway. Entering the small front yard made it obvious that no matter how wild the yard looked, it was exceptionally planned. The thick mulch path was well groomed, bordered by vibrant near incandescent blooms. They sprouted from delicate stalks in fragile clusters. Each blossom was smaller than a ladybug, cute and sweet. You longed to trim a few to bring inside, but ignored the temptation.

It was already evening, and you were tired.

You had planned to be at the house and settled much sooner. Arriving at the coffee shop was meant to be a delightful stop for liquid adrenaline. You would then drive to the house, relax on the front porch with the coffee, and allow yourself to take in the garden. You had imagined a lovely hour of daydreaming and humming as you read. Then unpacking in peace with your music blasting, and your anti-stimulation earplugs rested in your ears.

It had been a lovely plan. One that was languid and peaceful. It was meant to let you take in your responsibilities without the actual need to do them.

Yet here you were thrumming with stress after having watched a barista collapse in front of you. You scowled as you kicked mulch onto the front porch with your heavy steps. “Disgusting people, who let’s someone just collapse all alone like that. They all disappeared like cockroaches after the ambulance left. Zero empathy.” You said with a growl, aggressively kicking the mulch off the porch. The stinging scent of the mulch assaulted you, but you shook it off just as you did everything else.

Brushing off the fleeing emotions, you eyed the creamy wood with pinched brows. “How does she even keep it this clean?” Pouting, you dragged your suitcase across the porch. “Does she mop it or something? How can something look so rustically clean.” Whining you pulled the spare keys from your pocket, letting the familiar tinkling of the bells on your keychain ground you. “I’m not mopping a porch, saying this here and now.”

Yet as much as you tried to focus on the here and now, on the pretty house you had entered, and the dreamy yard you had left behind- you found yourself thinking of the boy. The man, you supposed. You were no longer a child, and he was most certainly older than you. If only by a few years, but enough that you knew he wasn’t a boy. He was an adult- like you.

“I certainly don’t feel like an adult.” You grumbled as you shoved the first suitcase down the hall. You realized belatedly that it was a bad idea to let it roll on it’s own as you watched it spin down the hall before crashing to the floor. “Seriously?” A high pitched whine left your lips before you shut the front door, locking it behind you. “What kind of idiot just tosses a suitcase down the hall like that.” Yet as you said that, you found your hands clasping the second suitcase, mere moments from a violent shove and a repeat of the first event.

“No, no, not today.” You released the suitcase and pointed at it like a stern nanny would a misbehaving child. “We are not doing this. You will be pleasantly guided down the hall and there will be no antics.” You were thankful you were alone in the house, the last thing was someone hearing you scold a inanimate object for something you had done.

Trudging over to the case that had crashed it’s way through the hall, you found yourself pulling the odd stone from your pocket. Your thumb rubbed it’s cool surface and you felt a thrum of peace at the soothing sensation. “I wonder if he’s okay.” The rock remained as unimpressive as it had when you first picked it up, and you felt guilt just as strongly now as you had then. “I’ll take you to back to him, I promise.” You felt something clench in your chest even as you said that.

You couldn’t give it to him. You couldn’t. It was yours.

“I wonder if the hospital here is big, it must not be.” Your fingers were clenched around the stone, growing white even as you hauled your suitcase up off the floor with your spare hand. “I don’t even know his name. But that’s fine. Hospitals are simple.” You had been to enough to know that they were stern, but helpful. You could find him fairly easily. Yet you found yourself placing the rock back in your pocket with a grimace. All you had to do, was let the rock go.

Even if it was yours.

“Tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise.”

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[todouswife]

im having writers block so bad rn i need someone to send me a prompt to write please. is anyone sees this i write for:

AMP members (i write best for fanum and duke)

most WWE superstars ( u can ask if u think i don't write for someone specific)

2nd + 3rd gen kpop idols

marvel cast

jjk

demon slayer

tokyo rev

fairy tale

fire force

inuyasha

genshin impact

i will do fluff, nsfw, angst and comfort.

[here4theheartbreak]

Of Magic and Social Media (2Min)

Relationships: Choi Minho x Lee Taemin Genre: fluff, spooky, smut | strangers to lovers, fae & fairies, influencer au Rating: Explicit Total Word Count: ~43.7k

Final Tags: (may not be applicable for every chapter) Fluff, Spooky, Smut, Fae & Fairies, Social Media Influencer Choi Minho, Fairy Lee Taemin, Alternate Universe - Magic, Mystery, Shapeshifting, Side Kibum x Jinki, Bottom Taemin, Top Minho, Light D/s, Light Bondage, Bossy Bottom Taemin, Rimming, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Barebacking, Biting

Summary:  Minho is a decently successful influencer. He amuses his followers with  vlogs of random GPS coordinate exploring. One such adventure leads him  deep into the woods, where he stumbles upon a box, locked and buried.  Upon opening it, a series of strange, and inexplicable things begin to  happen to him. Is it just bad luck? Or did he release something ancient  and powerful when he lifted the lid?

Fic is now complete!

Read on your preferred fic site:

ArchiveofOurOwn | Asian Fanfics | Tumblr Masterlist (first 3 chapters only)

[mala-santa-radfem]

women use AI to like make pictures of their favorite kpop boys as an elf or a fairy or a werewolf for their silly little fanfics and fantasy AUs. men will use AI to make violent porn of women they don't know bc they fantasize about abusing those women and will vigorously defend their right to do this and upload it online for other deprived men to see.

and im supposed to believe women are just as bad as those disgusting worthless good for nothing animals?

[yoonbroom]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER FIC RECS

a list of TXT fics I really enjoyed! pls go and show these amazing authors some love <3 if there wasn't a summary I just included a little blurb from the fics! now onto the recs ↓

CHOI SOOBIN

IT'S YOU!! YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT!!! - @koqabear

oneshot, fluff, angst, friends to lovers

Witty jokes? Didn’t really work. Pick up lines? Been there, done that. Now he probably just thinks you’re corny. These are two of many (many) methods that you used to try and get Choi Soobin, your classmate, your friend, and your husband (though he doesn’t know it yet) to notice you. Come on Soobin!!! You’re practically throwing yourself at him and yet, nothing. Is he blind, or just a robot? It’s time to find out.

FAIRY OF SHAMPOO - @02chois

series, fluff, idol au, friends to lovers, smau

soobin found his own fairy of shampoo. the one that makes him smile whenever they show up on screen, and even manages to brighten up his day whenever he's upset. but this feels a little familiar, isn't it? he hopes it won't be like the song they released. he wants to be able to face the fairy that casted a spell on him without the screen between them.

CHOI YEONJUN

JUST A LITTLE TIPSY! - @aakomii

oneshot, fluff, established relationship, idol au

Taehyun calling you to pick up your wasted boyfriend after their videoshoot with Suga!

SOFT MOMENTS WITH YEONJUN - @blue-jisungs

oneshot, fluff, est relationship, idol au

"Hihii!! Your writings are so incredibly good like you deserve to be one of the big 3 writers of kpop fanfic dead serious here. Can i request random moments with idol yeonjun!! In the dorm, practice room, with the members. Just random moments while dating yeonjun :))"

CHOI BEOMGYU

ATTENTION - @/aakomii

oneshot, fluff, college

Everyone and their mama knows about Beomgyu’s massive crush on you. Even you do, but you’ve never given the poor boy a chance. He’s not complaining though, he loves the chase and you love the attention.

ETERNALLY - @h4chi

series, fluff, angst, fake dating, friends to lovers, idol au, smau

yn works as a producer for the companies BigHit and SM. one day she founds herself victim of a dating scandal, but what will happen when she agrees with her company to a dating rumor?

LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU... - @wildernessuntothemselves

oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, arranged marriage, royalty

You go into your arranged marriage already distrusting your husband and all other men, and despite him repeatedly attempting to gain your favor, you are resolved to rebuke him at every turn. Will you manage to keep up the walls you’ve built to protect yourself, or will prince Beomgyu succeed in getting through your defenses?

HOW TO GET THE GIRL - @ijhyo

oneshot, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, college

lee chaeryeong is the most sought after girl in your school. everyone has fallen victim to her charms, including choi beomgyu and it is no surprise that he wants to try and win her over. what is a surprise is that he came to you for help considering that one: you have never spoken to him in your life, and two: you have no connection to chaeryeong at all. well, except for your beginners music composition class.

TOTALLY UNLABELED KISS - @heart2beom

oneshot, fluff, best friends to lovers

in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time.

KANG TAEHYUN

태현 소프트 시간 ⟡ [8:26 AM] - @kazmura

drabble, fluff, est relationship

"As the sun's gentle rays streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, you slowly stirred awake, greeted by the peaceful stillness of the morning. The soft sheets tangled around your body, and you shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Taehyun's arm draped over your waist, holding you close in a comforting embrace."

HERO - @btxtreads

series, fluff, angst, idol, samu

"Heavily based off of the Disney Channel Original Movie “Starstruck”

OMG - @eundiarys

series, fluff, angst, idol au, smau, fake dating

in which — yn who just debuted gets into a dating scandal with one of the most famous group members because of a misunderstanding and is forced to fake date with him. what happens if it isn’t as bad as she thinks? and and what if she finds comfort with him? (❗️ — dia’s jueun is used to potray yn! )

SEASONS (WAITING ON YOU) - @noramoons

oneshot, fluff, angst, college

when your high school sweetheart choi yeonjun is off to grad school, you aren’t too worried about how your relationship will last—but your favorite coworker, kang taehyun, is. OR: a study in the seasons of loving and losing choi yeonjun—and how you put yourself back together afterwards.

HUENING KAI

LONELY BOY WILL STAY LONELY? - @awmancreeper

series, fluff, angst, idol au, enemies to lovers

StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

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[multifics99]

just another aesthetic board for a faery!felix fic I’ve been writing. i might post the first chapter this week :)))

[mleighd94]

I start to slowly move towards him cautiously. I can see a slight smile on his face as I do so. “I’m Hoseok. It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N. You said you don’t know how you got here. Are you a human? From the human world?” He asks with a stern but confused expression. I sit on a rock a bit closer to him, but not close enough, just in case I need to make a quick getaway. “Yes? Yes, I’m human. Have you never met a human before?” I wasn't really expecting that question about whether I’m a human, but my answer did not sound very confident. "No, none of us have.” Us? So there are others, then? I wonder how many others call this place home. He suddenly gets out of the water, scaring me making me jump a bit. Catching me mid-thought. I can see a tail?! Which then quickly disappears, and?! “Oh my gosh!!” I quickly look away, covering my eyes and turning my body the other way. I can’t believe that just happened. My cheeks are most definitely pink. “You’ve never seen a merman?” He asks with a befuddled sounding tone. “A merman? Like mermaids, but a man? I thought they only existed in fairytales.” So merpeople exist here in the hallowed grove. I wonder what other creatures are here. “You can look now; I have clothes on.” He said I turned to see him standing there in a white tunic top and slimming trousers, accentuating his muscular thighs. My cheeks are growing red in embarrassment from staring. I hear a chuckle from his direction. I looked at him to see what was funny, but he was just looking at me with an amused look. “Who is your friend, Hoseok?” Another voice asked, but this voice was nice and a little deep. I look over my shoulder to see a man wearing an apricot tunic with brown pants tucked into laced-up boots with wings. He had flowers on the shoulders of his top and glitter on his cheeks and collar bones. Beautiful blonde hair. "Tae, this is Y/N, the human. Y/N, this is Tae.” Hoseok gestures to both of us. “It’s lovely to meet you, Y/N.” He glides towards me, taking my hand and drawing it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of it. Never ceasing eye contact. “She doesn’t know how she got here. I was just about to take her to Namjoon.” Hoseok said this while rolling his eyes at Tae’s actions. "Right, because he would know how to get her back to the human world. Well, until we meet again, sweet surrender.” He looked into my eyes, the pet name catching me off guard and making me blush. He smiled and flew off into the trees. I continued to look in that direction, where he flew off. Still in awe of a charming and forward man. “Now let’s find Namjoon. Shall we?” Hoseok offers me his hand, pulling me up off the rock. I follow him down a winding, narrow path that turns to a river, my eyes following it until it becomes a bayou of sorts. Huge trees with roots sticking out lining the shoreline, with more fireflies dancing across the water and crickets chirping. Hoseok just stands at the edge of the shore, looking at the water. When a man appears well, just his head and shoulders are on top of the surface. “Yes Hoseok?” His voice was strong, slightly intimidating, but also somehow comforting. He notices me standing behind Hoseok. “Who do you have with you?” He turns himself more to the side to get a better look at me. “Her name is Y/N; she’s from the human world and doesn’t know how she got here. I brought her here in hopes of you being able to help bring her back home.” “I see.” He says this as he swims to the edge of the water. Hoisting himself up on a rock. I now notice he’s carrying a trident with him. A beautiful gold trident with something wrapped around it. He notices me staring at it. “My father gave me this when he died. It controls the sea; just past these trees is a magnificent ocean. All the water here is connected to her.” He turns to look at both of us. “I’m afraid I can’t help you get back to the human world.” We both look at him, confused. “Why not? You seem very powerful. I can’t imagine that you couldn’t get me home.” He smiles. “I’m honored you think so, and I’m touched by your confidence in me. But I’m afrai

[beautifulchris]

lazy morning

wc: 0,4k

pairing: bang chan x gn!reader

summary: just the two of you enjoying a sleep in after a while

genres: fluff, established relationship!au

tw: kissing, suggestive

notes: this one is for you @sulfurcosmos <3 i may have seen a post of yours yesterday and wanted to do something about it. it's short but meaningful and I hope it makes you feel better!! I love you ti❤️

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The room was mostly silent, only the faint chirping of birds outside and the soft breathing of two souls could be heard. Chris was holding onto you tightly in his sleep, the same way he had been when he fell asleep.

It was around ten in the morning and light was coming through the shutters. It gave the room a fairy-like atmosphere, which you were pretty much enjoying.

When Chris moved away from you, slowly waking up from his slumber, you watched him yawn and stretch with a soft smile on your face.

“How did you sleep, love?” you asked, leaving a trail of kisses all around his face.

He giggled, putting his arms around you before holding you close again, your face squeezed against his chest.

“I slept like a baby. How about you?”

“Me too. It feels so good to get a day off like this.”

Your muffled voice against his warm skin tickled him a bit. He let go of you but stayed close enough to see your sleepy eyes and tired smile.

He was so in love with you. Your pretty eyes, your beautiful voice, your good heart, your stunning face… he loved everything about you. The way you’d become excited whenever you saw stars, how you’d tell him everything about the constellations, your favorite stars, fun facts… He would listen intently to every word and see how at peace you’d feel at night.

He felt lucky to get to see you then.

You realized you had closed your eyes for a hot minute, and when you opened them again, you caught Chris staring at you while lost in thought. His legs were tangled in the sheets, your head pressed against his arm and your own arm loosely laid on his back.

You got closer to his face, your mouth mere millimeters away from his and your nose lightly brushing against his. He snapped out of it and blushed at the proximity, then closed the gap, his lips catching yours in a soft kiss.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he blurted, gently putting a stray hair behind your ear.

“Who am I to deny your wishes?” you joked, a playful smile on your face.

He looked at you fondly, got close again and gently kissed your forehead. “I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

You kissed him again, passionately. Once out of breath, you moved back a little and murmured, “I love you.”

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[kwanisms]

Library of Illusion — the Lobby

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➥ no pairing

wc: 2.5k

summary: With the death of her parents, Y/N inherits the house and finds a box of old research her father left behind that talks about a legendary place. After months of research and searching, Y/N has finally found it.

The Library of Illusion beckons.

genre/themes/au: fantasy, slight horror elements; non idol au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mention of death

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a/n: here it is finally! I have been so FREAKING excited about this event since we first started planning it. I hope you all love it as much as I loved writing each part and before I go off on a tangent, I'll let you all read! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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You’d always been told stories all throughout your youth about a mystical place known only as the Library. Your mother used to tell you grand stories about the place when she was putting you to sleep so she and your father could head out for an evening, leaving you in the care of a babysitter.

Your father always added onto these fantastical tales, painting vivid images with his words as he explained the Library in full detail, almost as if he had been there. The stories weren’t special to your family though. Lots of your peers heard similar tales, told to them by their parents at bed time.

And so it became sort of like a ritual. Until one day, it wasn’t.

You weren’t sure when you stopped caring about the wondrous and whimsical tales of the Library but it had to have been around the time you started showing an interest in things other than fairy tales.

Your parents still tried to instill the element of wonder into your life up until you left home, hoping to find something other than elaborate tales of a made up library.

Your parents were gone. Passed in an accident only a month ago today.

You hadn’t seen or spoken to them in years, preferring your circle of friends and work life you’d grown accustomed to.

After the funeral, you gained possession of everything they owned and while going through a box in the attic with only a bottle of wine to keep you company, you stumbled on something you probably never should have seen.

It was what you could only assume was a case file about a place called the Library of Illusion. As you flipped through the pages, sipping from your glass of red, your eyes widened reading the words you’d only heard from your parents' mouths as they tried to lull you to sleep at night.

Your father had been a professor of archaeology all throughout your life while your mother was an appraiser of rare antiques. They both loved old things.

As you scanned the documents you learned three things.

1. Your parents were obsessed with this Library, believing it to contain treasure.

2. Your parents, mainly your father had set about finding the location

3. Your father actually found the location just before his untimely death

As soon as you looked over the maps and checked it with known maps, the decision was made before you.

Wine in hand, you booked a flight, made accommodations, and hired a local guide.

Getting to the dense jungle where the Library was rumored to be was easy but traversing the jungle was another story. Your guide halfway through called it off but you were determined, taking the map and satellite phone and continuing alone on your journey which brought you to where you were now standing.

The Library was an very old stone structure, made of some kind of smooth sandstone. Most of it was covered in thick vines, the dense trees growing around the structure and making it seem very much a part of the jungle.

Two stone slab doors stood between you and the contents of the building as you checked your father’s notes, comparing them with the notebook he’d stashed with the other items.

Entering the library was no easy task but it wasn’t impossible.

A complex series of dials must be turned according to a riddle which was already solved by your parents. As you turned the last dial and it clicked into place, a mechanism behind the stone started to move and before your very eyes, the doors opened inward to reveal the inner corridor was nothing but a dark and empty void.

Taking the flashlight from your pack, you turned it on and headed inside, reminding yourself to put one foot in front of the other as you started into the blackness.

Your footsteps echoed around the walls as you walked down what seemed to be an impossibly long corridor, turning your flashlight around to keep a sharp eye on anything you might encounter from jungle animals to deadly insects or even plants. Your guide had warned you of the many dangers that awaited in not only the Library but the jungle as well.

Finally, just as you were about to give up, a dim light could be seen in the distance. Speeding up, you continued on your way, the first real sign of promise within your grasp.

As you neared what you assumed to be the end of the tunnel, the shape of the light grew in size until you emerged from the passage into a round room with a domed ceiling.

Around the walls were various bookshelves that had clearly seen better days. Old ruined books and stacks of yellowed paper lined the shelves and a thick layer of dust coated everything. Between breaks in the shelves were arched doorways.

You counted seven in total.

In the center of the room was what you could only describe as a stage, octagonal in shape and made of the same pale sandstone. Stone pillars stood in the eight corners, reaching from floor to domed ceiling and matched the same color of stone that everything else was made of.

Standing atop the stone stage, was a dark redwood desk. You carefully glanced around before ascending the few steps up to get a better look at the desk. It was a curved semi circular shape with a few stacks of aged paper as well as an old writing set.

As you inspected the desk, a voice rang out, echoing off the domed stone ceiling.

“Who are you?”

You nearly screamed as you jumped, spinning around to find you were not alone in the room as you had previously assumed.

Standing before you was a man. He had black hair, golden skin and was tall with a slim figure. He wore an entirely black ensemble, complete with a black brocade vest, black dress coat, and black trousers. His shoes were made of a shiny black leather with golden metal tips at the toe.

Your eyes snapped back up to meet his curious gaze.

When you didn't answer him, he spoke again.

“Who are you?”

Taking a quick breath, you answered him in a rush.

“I'm so sorry, I had no idea anyone was here!” The words burst from your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. You apologized profusely as the man looked at you, amused.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked and you froze, uncertain of how you should respond before finally settling on an answer.

“I guess I just got nervous,” you answered sheepishly. The man tilted his head, like a puppy would upon having its name called.

“Why?”

You shrugged in response to his question. “I suppose I just wasn't expecting to meet anyone here.”

The man smiled again as he closed the distance between the two of you slowly, his footsteps echoing around the room with each step.

“And what are you doing here?” He asked. You hesitated to respond.

How exactly would you explain your reasoning for being here?

'My parents died and my father had a box of stuff relating to this place?'

No, he’d think you were absolutely mad.

Sensing your hesitation, the man took another step forward, climbing the steps one at a time. “You’d be surprised by the answers I get,” he started as he ascended the steps, stopping just before you.

You looked at him as he studied you. This close, you could see his dark brown, almost black eyes, darting around your face, seemingly taking in every feature.

“I’ve heard it all,” he continued, starting to circle you slowly as he looked over you.

“Fame, fortune, glory,” he rattled off as he continued to circle you like a predator.

“But what’s your excuse?”

You cleared your throat, turning to look at him behind you where he had stopped, meeting your gaze with an unreadable expression.

“Legacy I suppose,” you finally answered. The man’s eyes narrowed.

“Legacy?” His tone was curious and he waited for you to continue.

You decided there was no reason for you to lie and so you told him everything.

When you were done explaining the bedtime stories, the death of your parents, the inheritance, and finally the box in the attic, he continued to look at you curiously. “That’s a new one,” he admitted. “I’ve never heard of someone continuing in their parents’ steps before. So you aren’t here for the treasure?”

You shrugged again. “If there’s one to find, I’m not opposed to that, but that’s not entirely what brought me here. I’m fueled more by curiosity.”

The man smirked at you. “Curiosity is a dangerous thing,” he replied, continuing his circling from before. “They say curiosity killed the cat.”

His eyes met yours and you could have sworn you saw a flash of color in them.

Pushing it from your mind, you spoke up in retaliation.

“They also say satisfaction brought it back.”

The man’s smirk widened until he was chuckling.

"And so it did,” he said softly, moving to stand in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “And is that what you hope to find, kitten? Satisfaction?”

Your stomach knotted at the use of the nickname, heat rushing to your core as you stared back at the man. “Perhaps,” you answered, trying to remain as unaffected as possible. The man chuckled again as he stepped around you and over to the desk.

“If it is satisfaction you seek,” he continued as he took a seat at the desk and glanced up at you. “Then perhaps you will find what you seek.” You watched him as he stared back at you.

"Satisfaction takes many forms," he continued, eyes studying you carefully. "I myself am also looking for it, in a way," he added before opening a drawer and reaching inside.

You watched as he pulled out a wooden box and set it on the desk.

You stared at it for a moment and then looked up at him. “What is it?”

The man gestured to the box. “Open it,” he said simply.

Sensing your reluctance, he sighed and reached over to undo the clasp holding the box shut and opened the lid, turning the box to show you the contents.

Or lack thereof.

You stepped forward, closing the distance between you and the desk to peer into the box.

A velvet lining covered the inside with indents in the material where something or rather a few somethings had been housed. Six of them to be precise.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking up from the interior of the box to meet his eyes.

“If you seek satisfaction, you’ll find it here in the Library,” he started, looking at you with his sharp eyes. “But to seek anything in this library, you need my permission first.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“What, are you the librarian?” you snorted. The man smiled, clearly amused as well.

“Of sorts,” he answered. “Come,” he stated as he got up and beckoned you to follow him.

Descending the steps, you followed him around the room until he stopped near one of the doors. “Each door is locked,” he started to explain, taking the knob in his hand and trying to turn it and showing how it didn’t budge.

You glanced up at him as he looked down to meet your gaze.

“So how do I get in?” The man shook his head.

“You humans are always so eager. Just go in blindly without knowing what you’re looking for or who you’ll meet,” he said, sounding mildly annoyed.

It was your turn to sound annoyed.

“Okay, then explain it to me.”

The man crossed his arms over his chest and studied you for a moment before answering.

“I assume you don’t need an introduction to the Library. You clearly know what this place is.”

You nodded in response. “This place is home to a legendary treasure,” the man continued. You nodded again. “Yes, everyone knows that,” you interrupted.

The man’s smile was replaced with a frown. “Don’t interrupt,” he said sternly. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “Sorry,” you whispered.

“As I was saying,” he continued. “A legendary treasure is hidden here. As you stated, everyone who knows about this place, knows this. What they don’t know is where that treasure is hidden,” he added, his smirk back as your eyes widened.

“And you do?”

The man nodded slowly. “That I do.”

“Well, that gives you a distinct advantage,” you replied. “Why not take the treasure for yourself?” The man laughed loudly at this.

“What need would I have for the treasure?” He asked, shoulders still shaking from his laughter as it started to subside. You shrugged your shoulders. “What need does anyone have for treasure?” You asked in response.

The man chuckled again. “You humans are always so predictable. Greedy, selfish, self destructive,” he said, stepping forward, forcing you to back up until you were caged between him and the end of a shelf. “Us humans?” You asked, realizing you hadn’t picked up on it before, but he’d referenced a difference between himself and your species.

“Are you saying you aren’t human?”

His smile widened as he looked down at you. “You’ve finally caught on,” he said, sounding both pleased and disappointed. “I figured you would have noticed by now.” You glanced over him quickly. “You look human,” you noted.

He shook his head. “You aren’t looking. Truly looking,” he replied.

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, he pulled away.

“But we’re getting off topic,” he said, taking a few steps away and turning to look at you. Staring at him, trying to see what he meant earlier, you noticed something different. At first glance, he looked completely human but then his eyes did that same thing, a flash of color before they returned to the same dark brown.

He seemed to have an aura about him. Something you couldn’t quite see but you could catch glimpses of it. Almost like a flicker. As you stared at him, witnessing these phenomena, he smiled.

“There,” he said finally. “You see it.”

You stared in awe. “What are you?” You asked, not even realizing how rude it might sound. The man didn’t seem to mind however.

“I’m something your kind cannot comprehend,” he answered. “Not fully anyway.”

“Who are you?” You asked in response to his answer. He smiled wider.

“See, I asked you that same simple question earlier,” he said, in the same amused tone from before, the same smile present on his face as he studied you.

“A question you still haven't answered,” he noted, one of his eyebrows raising up.

You realized he was right. He’d asked you much earlier who you were and you hadn’t answered him. “I’m Y/N,” you replied. “Y/F/N Y/L/N.” The man crossed the short distance between you in moments, startling you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, face inches from yours again.

“I’m Seonghwa and I’m the Keeper of Keys," he replied.

"Welcome to the Library of Illusion.”

[fancifulrp]

— OPEN FOR RESERVATIONS AND APPS! 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒔 ♡

Adapted to new environments, the old fae have assimilated to human society for thousands of years. As the first inhabitants of earth, the fae folk have learned to tackle new challenges and have grown with nature. All over the world, fae live among the human race in secret. They live in family dynamics, go to school and have jobs. Throughout history, humans have remained largely unaware of the existence of fae - although there are a few souls who know fae exist. By means of marriages, close friendships or a psychic sense; these humans have come into intimate contact with the fae folk and have subsequently been sworn to secrecy. The year 2024, Jeju Island. Humans are still mostly unaware of their magical fellows although trouble has been stirring, bubbling right underneath the surface and threatening to expose the fae race. Tension has been building between the Seelie and Unseelie Courts. South Korea’s wanderlust island has become the covert battlefield where an ancient fight for dominance is fought within its shadows. Amidst the tension lurking in the dark, there is an overt search for one's auramate. Because the fae folk don't just have to worry about political tensions, but social norm also dictates that one attempts to find their intended if they want to see the world in colours. Not only will this improve their standing in fae society, but seeing colours is imperative to survival in an underground world where trickery and deceit is apparent.

Welcome to fanciful — 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓?