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valentino-red · 4 years

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sinnerman

Chapter 1

coney island queen

Why Sol didn’t just walk out of the cineplex after Murray asked her to choose what ‘movie’ to star in was beyond her. Not taking part of all this madness was the smart, rational thing to do-- and then she saw tawny eyes across a smoky room, and suddenly she forgot what it meant to be rational.

Nicky Valentino. It was obvious that he was a gangster. There was something in the way he looked across the room that spoke of a man protecting his spot at the top. Then there was his cousin, Ralph della Rosa, who was acting much too cautious to just be ordinary family. And finally, Floyd Capo; he stunk so much of tobacco that Sol’s late grandfather, who himself smoked cigars, would have blanched.

“You gotta get your arms around this lifestyle and embrace it.”

Sol snorted. Only a person with one and a half braincells wouldn’t figure out what lifestyle Floyd was talking about. If Sol was smart, she would run to the nearest church and beg to enter a convent.

But she was still stunned by the roses in her room and the gorgeous breakfast. It was embarrassing to realise just how easily she was won over by opulence. These were things that she didn’t let herself enjoy in the twenty-first century; her bed was way too soft to be comfortable, and the housekeeping staff was suspiciously polite. Sol remembered her old room fondly; a cheap mattress on the floor for a bed, a threadbare blanket to fight the heat of tropical nights, and instant coffee to go with a piece of pan de sal, her favorite bread.

“Miss Diaz? Mr. Valentino is on the line.”

Sol looked up from the cup of coffee she was drinking. The bellhop, standing as though he were a statue, gestured at the old-fashioned telephone. “He wishes to speak to you.”

Nodding, Sol took the telephone receiver from the bellhop.

“Good morning, love. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

Sol didn’t notice the smile on her face when she heard Nicky’s voice. “Don’t worry about it; I’ve been up since five.”

“Oh?” Nicky’s voice was smooth like scotch. “Had a hard time sleeping?”

Sol rolled her eyes. “Force of habit,” she replied. “I rise with the sun.”

“A man would reckon that a broad like you got a lot of beauty sleep.”

She couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah, and I bet you’ll find my eye bags real attractive.” Soledad took another sip of her coffee. “Anyways, thanks so much for the breakfast. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk today.”

“That good, huh?”

“I usually have a piece of bread in the morning, so this was really… a lot. Makes me wonder if someone has ulterior motives for the food and flowers.”

“Maybe someone was trottin’ around like a horse’s ass last night, and wanted to apologize.”

Sol laughed, a deep sound from her belly. “Don’t worry about it, Nicky. I understand.”

“Well. I just wanted you to know when I tell you ‘I’m sorry,’ I really mean it. I know I was out of line leaving you in the cold like that, but it couldn’t be avoided.”

The grin on her face couldn’t be helped, and Sol felt her face heat up.

“Thanks, Nick,” she said. “But really, I know that men like Floyd can be difficult. Besides, Ralph set me up in a really fancy place. Sorta makes me wonder if a certain someone would need to rob a bakery after he sees my bill.”

Nicky laughed at the other end of the line. “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

“Are you sure?” Sol smiled. “I’m pretty great at worrying.”

“And I’m pretty great at making money.” Sol could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “How about the flowers? I was dreaming about you all night, so I woke up at the crack of dawn to pick each one.”

“Nicky,” she said. “I don’t think I have a heart anymore. It just melted.”

He laughed again, and Soledad imagined him-- the brunette hair in a razor cut, tawny eyes crinkling at the corners and sparkling in dim lights. The way he tilted his head back to let out a laugh. She wanted to make him laugh again.

“I’m afraid that I’ll have to let you go for now, toots,” Nicky said. The smile in his voice was still there. “Enjoy your breakfast and meet me outside in an hour. Capisce?”

Soledad suddenly realised that she had no clothes, and only a small makeup bag that she had in the purse she was carrying to the cineplex. She sighed.

“Capisce.”

She handed the telephone over to the bellhop, mind still running. The majority of the hotel staff were still in the room, trying to look like they weren’t eavesdropping. Oh, well-- it couldn’t be helped.

“Mr…”

“Jonathan Smith, at your service,” the bellhop said.

“Mr. Smith, I have a few requests,” Soledad said. “First, I was wondering if you could procure me a fresh set of clothing-- in yellow, if available. Please charge it to the room. And if I could have a fresh cup of coffee, that would be wonderful.”

Jonathan Smith, the bellhop, did a small bow. “Of course, Miss Diaz. And how would you like your coffee?”

“Black, Mr. Smith.”

“No sugar or cream, Miss Diaz?”

“Have you broken up with a lover before, Mr. Smith?”

“Yes, madam,” he said in a straight face. Sol nodded in approval at his professionalism.

“I want the coffee to be as black as your ex’s soul.”

Jonathan Smith’s stoic demeanor broke into a grin. “I see, Miss Diaz. Your clothes and coffee will be brought to you right away.”

“Thank you so much, Mr. Smith. And do take a croissant. If I try to eat everything, perhaps the bed will become too small for me.”

Even when the bellhop left, Soledad chatted a bit with the remaining staff. By the end of it, two other busboys got their own shares of roses to give their wives, and the maids had a sample of some of the food. As Sol went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, she felt a little bit confident that maybe her telephone call with Nicky wouldn’t be the talk of the Waldorf Astoria’s help that afternoon. Or at the very least, they wouldn’t say that she was a bitch.

***

Ralph didn’t expect Soledad to be chatting his head off about the Rolls Royce’s specs, and he didn’t expect her to clean up so well. She was in a yellow dress with long sleeves and a sailor style collar, curly black hair brushed neatly, framing her long face. The kid wasn’t Ralph’s style in any stretch of the imagination-- she had a face that could have been a man’s-- but he could see how Nicky would fall for her. She was sun touched and radiant. When the kid walked, it was as if she had already conquered the world.

The plan had been to let the kid in, and to drive off to Nicky’s surprise, but the girl had been talking his head off about the car for a minute already.

“Listen, Sol,” Ralph said, cutting off another of her questions. “The Royce is a sweet ride, and the sooner you get in the back seat, the sooner you can see how she drives.”

Jesus, he thought to himself. And I thought I liked cars.

Sol slipped into the backseat, and the sudden luxury of the car’s interiors flooded her senses. The seats were in a plush camel colored leather, with intricate flower embroidery. She ran her hand on the seat, looking up to see a certain someone looking at her with warm eyes.

“There she is,” Nicky Valentino said. “The sweetest of the sweet.”

Soledad did her best not to blush. She failed. “Hello to you, too.”

She settled into her seat, trying not to notice how close she was to Nicky. It was a bit crazy; she had hung around good looking men in bespoke suits before, and never had she felt as woozy as she did now.

“You sure did take your time out there with Ralph, didn’t ya, toots? Made me sorta feel like you were a bit sore about last night and was tryna not see me.” Soledad rolled her eyes. “Your car is beautiful, Nicky. And frankly, I’d kill to take her for a spin.”

“Oh, yeah? You’re only finding the car beautiful?”

There was a challenge in his eyes, and Soledad couldn’t help her raised brow. Nicky was smirking at her, a blush on his face, and it was obvious that he was fishing for compliments. She wouldn’t give him any.

“Well, Ralph looks better in the daylight.”

The two men broke into laughter, with Soledad joining them after a beat. The mischief in Nicky’s eyes only became more pronounced.

“Hey,” Nicky said. “Just so that things are clear-- I really do feel bad for leavin’ ya on your lonesome last night. So what’d ya say? Would you let this sorry sap do something nice for you?”

“If you’re talking about lettin’ me have a spin, then absolutely,” she laughed. “But it’s still a yes for me with anything else. I’m not mad, Nicky. I’m really not.”

“Thank God,” he replied. “I’d drink to that. Hey, how about that? Care for a drink, sugar? They call these things mimosas.”

Soledad shook her head. “I would, Nicky, but I’m running on four cups of coffee. Liquor is the last thing I need. Besides, isn’t that illegal?”

“It’s illegal to drink. Period.” Nicky winked at her. “But you wouldn’t be here if it was, would you?”

“If it was legal to drink? What are you talking about?”

Nicky’s smile stretched to a Cheshire cat grin, the entirety of his focus on Soledad. If she felt lightheaded before, now Sol felt like she could faint.

“You think that guys like me are a dice roll away from getting bumped off or going to the big house. And I think there’s a part of you that likes that. Otherwise you wouldn’t have decided to be in this movie or whatever you think this is.”

The smile from Soledad’s face faded, and she couldn’t help but reach for Nicky’s hand. His eyes met hers, surprised by her sudden seriousness.

“Nicky, remember what you told me last night, when I gave you my hand?”

“I do,” he said. “You feel like home.”

Soledad nodded, lost in thought and looking at their now entwined fingers. “I’m in this for you, Nicky. I’m not here for the money, the power, or the thrill of it. If I wanted that, I would have stayed back home in the Philippines. But for some reason, I went back here to the past and met an amazing man that I feel I’ve known all my life. If anything, you being a gangster worries me more than it excites me.”

Nicky brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. “There ain’t no reason for you to worry ‘bout me, sweet thing. I got ya by my side, and you’re my lucky charm.”

The ride continued on, with Nicky teasing her with his ‘surprise’, and the pair of them almost getting a poor puppy off the street. Soledad almost wanted to get it, before thinking that it might actually belong to someone else. Nicky had been a bit distraught at the thought of leaving the little thing by itself, but they continued on with their banter, with Ralph sometimes chiming in.

“Hey, Nicky,” she said, eyes flickering to his. “I was hoping that you’ll help me get something.”

“Alright,” he replied, without missing a beat. “What is it?”

“A job.”

“A job?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “Why would you want that?”

“Well,” Sol said. “I’m practically destitute--”

“No, you’re not.”

“Look, I’ve got no job, no home, and no money to buy my own food. I am destitute.”

Nicky frowned, clearly not liking the idea.

“Hey, Nick. It’s alright. I’ve got a wide skill set. I’ve got a degree in financial management and law-- I mean, it’s Filipino law, and the constitution I know is the 1987 version, but I’ve needed to do more readings anyway.”

“I don’t really think that you need to work, toots. Trust me, I’m more than capable of providing for you.”

Sol laughed, a sound that came deep from her belly. “A hotshot gangster like you. Of course you can.”

Nicky exchanged a look with Ralph, their mood sobering. Sol noticed the pair, snorting at their surprise.

“I ain’t no gangster, toots.”

Soledad shot him a dirty look, only a bit annoyed that he wasn’t coming clean. “I know a lie when I hear it, Nicky.”

He raised an eyebrow at her in response, but the mood got heavier anyway. “Look,” he said, voice dropping a few octaves lower. “I’m from a town with rules that cutthroats invented four hundred years ago in the old country. And I still got friends who think that’s the only way to live. But I ain’t one of them. I never broke the bank by breaking someone’s bones.”

“And Floyd Capo is one of those friends.”

“Yeah,” Nicky sighed. “Ya know, toots, before you showed up, I was a wheeler dealer who made his money in real estate and spent it faster than he could count it. I ain’t no gangster.”

“That was a weak close,” Soledad sighed. “You’re not exactly subtle. Anybody that knows what a mobster is could tell, Nicky.”

“Huh. You wasn’t so prickly last night.”

“I was boozed out, confused and touch starved.”

“And now?

She smiled. “Caffeinated, confused, and touch starved.”

“And why is a pretty lady like you so prickly?”

Sol snorted, looking out the window. “You don’t get to be single for twenty-nine years without a bit of paranoia.”

Nicky was going to say something until he caught her reflection in the mirror. Her eyebrows were drawn tight, and her mouth was set in a thin flat line. There was something that was bothering her, and he wanted to know what it was. He squeezed her hand.

“Hey,” Nicky said as she looked up at him. “You got me, kid. Before you waltzed into that speakeasy, I was a mobster with the world at my feet. And now I’m something completely different, ‘cos of you.”

“And what are you now?”

Nicky smiled at her and it put all the stars in the world to shame. “Now, I’m a romantic.”

***

When they got to Coney Island, Soledad’s face lit up like the Hollywood sign. Nicky smiled down at her; the kid was so small she didn’t reach his shoulders. He could pick her up easy, like a child.

“Omigod, Nicky,” she squealed. “We have to ride everything.”

“I’m not quite sure I can handle the carousel, toots.”

Sol snorted. “‘Cos those horses are gonna take a bite off your ass.”

“Haha,” Nicky said, offering his arm. “You’re a riot, ya know that?”

She slipped her hand into his instead, and when he looked down at her in surprise, he caught her blushing. Nicky could feel his own ears heat up.

“I know,” Sol said. “I know.”

They spent the rest of the day going to the rides. Nicky liked the way Sol’s eyebrows raised when she noticed him bribing the ticketmasters. He had asked her about it, and with a shrug she replied that he grandfather would bribe his way out of speeding tickets all the time. Nicky had laughed, noticing the way Soledad would preen at the sound. By the looks of it, she enjoyed making him laugh. The thought made Nicky want to go to the nearest stranger and tell them that he was crazy for his little lady.

They went and rode the Ferris Wheel, with Sol still tucked under his arm. Her short black hair tickled, and he couldn’t help but smile at the feel of it.

Nicky thought that telling Sol about his sister would be a hard thing to do, but the doll was patient and understanding, giving him none of her pity and all of her empathy. She was quiet while he told her how they’d slip over to the rides, and how his sister spent a night in jail.

“My pops cleaned my clock fierce that night,” Nicky said. From their height in the Ferris Wheel, he could see the whole of Coney Island. “But that wasn’t what got me. It was that I abandoned my sister when she needed me the most.”

Nicky did his best to crack a smile. “But to save you from seeing a grown man get all misty eyes, I’m gonna save that story for another day.”

He threw his arms around Sol’s shoulder as the gondola swayed. She leaned into him.

“You know,” she said, “I don’t have any siblings. Sort of wish I do, but I had this little cousin, Micky, who was three years younger than I was, and at the time we lived close to each other. One day I saw him at an empty lot crying his eyes out, and he told me that his friends bullied him, telling him that he was a nobody and couldn’t do anything right. They told him that his family had no money, which was stupid because we’re were old money rich.”

Sol was looking at him, a fond smile on her face. “I took a stick and went to the kid’s house. Tampered with their water line. The next day, their house flooded. Man, my grandfather was so angry at me, I think I spent a good ten minutes under the belt. My tito was mad at me too. He never let me see Micky again.”

Nicky drew her closer to him. “I guess we’re really written in the stars, toots.”

She laughed, high in his embrace. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess so.”

The rest of the day was filled with banter. Nicky kept her under his arm, and she kept him laughing. They were strolling on the boardwalk, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her hair curled under her ears. She was blushing and fumbling over her explanation of how the bracelet was lost, but Nicky couldn’t care less. He used to think that the bracelet was important, but seeing her in the daylight and in his arms was worth fifty of those bracelets.

“Hey,” Nicky said. “I noticed that you ain’t wearing those rags you had on last night.”

Soledad blushed. “Oh, uh. Well, I figured that a hotel as swanky as the Waldorf had some clothes lying around.”

“And let me guess,” Nicky said in a deadpan. “I’m paying for it.”

She answered with a shrug. “What can I say? I don’t have a job, so you’ll have to be my keeper.”

“Then I guess you won’t be prickly when I tell you that ya don’t have to ask a hotel for new clothes no more.”

“Nicky,” she said, eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you bought me clothes.”

Nicky leaned against the railing in a knowingly devious pose, winking at her as the noon time sun made his tawny eyes look like molten gold.

“Let’s just say that your wardrobe is gonna be full of designer dresses, stilettos from France, diamonds, minks--”

Sol dropped her head on his solar plexus hard enough for it to almost hurt. On reflex, he put his arms around her. She hugged him back.

“Why are you spoiling me so much,” she mumbled into his shirt. “I just met you last night.”

“You don’t have to know someone to know that you want them.”

There was a true heat in his voice and gaze. Soledad swallowed hard as he pulled her close. They were just a few inches away from each other, and she could see the small mole under his left eyes and his beet red ears.

“‘Cause I know what I want.”

Soledad thought that they were going to kiss, until Ralph came up to them, coughing into his hand awkwardly.

“Sorry to break you two lovebirds apart,” he said. “But there’s some coppers by the docks.”

“There’s always going to be some flatfoots in this town,” was Nick’s answer. He sighed in frustration. Soledad took a few steps away from him to catch her own breath.

“They’re looking for you, Nick.”

In a few quick heartbeats, Nicky spilled out orders to Ralph, and the two of them were on the run. They were able to get past a few officers, but a big man in the blue uniform saw them and gave chase.

“Meet me at the alley, toots,” Nicky said, before sprinting away from the police officer. Soledad looked at the man grimly. She could outrun him, or she could buy Nicky some time.

“Hello, officer,” she said, as the burly man took a pair of handcuffs out.

“You’re under arrest.” His voice was gruff, and his moustache was severe. Soledad almost wanted to laugh; he looked like a caricature of a policeman.

“I want my rights read to me,” Sol replied. “Mainly because I have no idea what you’re arresting me for.”

“Nobody is reading anyone’s rights,” he said, handcuffing her. “Besides, I saw you with Valentino on the dock.”

“Then it’s your word against mine, Detective.” The man huffed. “I ain’t no detective. Just an honest officer doin’ his job, and you’re a no one, kid.”

“Then,” Sol said, “I’m really sorry that I have to do this.”

There were three things that she did in quick succession. First, she spun around and kicked him square in the jaw. He fumbled back, surprised. Then she kicked him again in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of his lungs. Finally, she kicked the back of his knees, sending him to the ground in a loud thud. The policeman groaned in pain, and when he tried to get up, she kicked him in the stomach again.

“I’m a twenty-nine year old captain of the Philippine Commonwealth’s army, not some kid,” Sol said, foot on his chest. “And between you and me, there’s no such thing as an honest officer these days.”

She could see a familiar black beauty roll into the street-- it was Nicky’s Rolls Royce. Sol took her foot off the officer’s chest.

“Just for the record,” she said. “I’m retired. And we both know what retired army captains are asked to do by their governments.”

The officer’s eyes widened, and Sol resisted the urge to smirk. She was a professional, after all.

“I’m not on the wrong side of the law.” She stepped away from the police officer. “Anyway, if you want to get promoted, remember this: have as many good friends in high places. Stray dogs turn into hungry wolves very quickly.”

The officer groaned, trying to sit up. “Is that a threat, or a warning?”

“It’s advice,” she replied. Sol bit her lip as she looked at the officer’s broken nose. “I’m really sorry that I had to hit you,” she said, voice soft, “but circumstances called for it, Officer…”

“Marquez,” he replied. Soledad nodded.

“If I ever see you again, I hope you won’t try to handcuff me,” she said.

The older man grunted. “Try not to hang around shady characters, Captain, and then we’ll see.”

She gave a quick nod before jogging to the Rolls Royce. Ralphie opened the door for her, and Nicky gave her a look that turned her knees to jell-o. But this was a look that was heated for all the wrong reasons.

“So,” he said conversationally. “What does the government ask retired army captains to do?”

#fictif #tatw #nicky valentino #fanfiction #nicky valentino x oc #nicky valentino/oc #two against the world #pls go easy on me this is my first fic uwu

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raplinesmoon · 3 years

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Autumn Leaves (JHS x F!Reader) - Teaser

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Female Reader

Genres: angst, some minor moments of fluff, romance, slight mystery

AUs: historical/period!AU, aristocrat!AU (OC comes from a rich family)

Word count: 6.5k for the first part, 436 for the teaser (teaser is unedited)

Tags/trigger warnings: none for this teaser! just two bbs flirting and being bad at art uwu

Ratings: sfw, pg13

Summary: An unfortunate meeting leads young archaeologist Jin Han-Jae to fall in love with the daughter of a wealthy noble. Unbeknownst to her, he harbors a secret that could drive the both of them apart. (This is the worst summary ever pls don’t hate me)

A/N: Hiiii it me!! Before I go into lockdown for boards, here’s some writing to enjoy. This piece is based on the Bollywood film Lootera, which is one of my favorite movies ever. I loved this movie so much, and I wanted to see Hoseok in this role so bad, that I made a whole moodboard for it before I ever even considered sitting down to write this story. There’ll be a part two to this story when I have time to write again, but for now, enjoy part one! PSPSPS: In this fic, Hoseok goes by an alter ego known as Jin Han-jae (it’ll make sense when you read). The characters who don’t know he’s Hoseok refer to him as Han-jae only when addressing him and thinking of him → hopefully that clears up any confusion! Lots of love, Isi 💜

This beautiful banner was made by the lovely Val @kookdiaries (it’s probably better than the fic tbh, but thank you again Val <3)

Please let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list (send me an ask or comment below!)

“Chae-won!” you let out a harsh whisper as the two of you huddle in front of the closer door. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” she replies. “Now go!”

Knocking on the door to let yourself in, you take a step into the drawing room and are greeted by the sight of Han-Jae bent over the table, paints laid out neatly in a row as polishes the brushes.

He turns and notices you entering, blushing furiously along the way as you come and stand next to him, arms nearly brushing together. He looks away, suddenly finding the glass chandelier and the brass lamps more interesting. He should stop himself before he does something unbefitting an interaction between a nobleman’s daughter and a commoner. But he doesn’t, leaning in closer towards you.

“What would you like to learn from me?” he whispers out, breath catching in his throat.

A faint smile graces your delicate features. “You tell me, Han-jae ssi.”

Heart racing, he decides to start with teaching you landscapes. Clouds and flowers were easy enough to draw, right? Passing you a pencil, his eyes rove over your delicate fingers as they sketch the fine, delicate, wispy lines of the branches of a tree. Turning back towards him, your eyes swim with questions, waiting for his approval.

“You’re already doing very well, ___,” he quells your worries.

“I just struggle with drawing leaves. Care to show me?” your fingers brush against each other as you reach out to pass him the pencil.

His nerves begin to set in again, but he keeps up the facade, not wanting to disappoint you.

“Leaves? Leaves are easy. Let me show you.”

With shaky hands, he brings the pencil to the canvas. The wobbly lines of the so-called “leaves” mimicking the racing of his heartbeat right now. Taking a step back, he sees your eyebrows raise quizzically. Looking back at the canvas, he realizes that his leaves look more like abstract splotches.

Ears beginning to turn red, he grabs the paint and a brush.

“Ahem, and now, we’ll just add a dab of green to the leaves, and maybe darken it with some black,” silently cursing himself as the paint begins to bleed outside the lines.

Your eyes are alight with amusement over his so-called painting skills.

“These are your leaves?” you question.

“Hey, it’s modern art,” he counters, sheepishly reaching up to rub to the back of his neck.

“You don’t know how to paint at all, do you?” you ask with a wide smile, causing the blush on his face to become a deeper shade of pink.

“You caught me.”

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intricatecakes · 3 years

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Writing tag game

thank u @steine-druff for tagging me <3333

How many works do you have on AO3? 39 What's your total AO3 word count? 281,195 uwu How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? 5 that are on ao3, around 60+ on my computer (some of which i literally cannot access anymore bc they're password protected and i lost the list of passwords XD)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Jesus, Take the Wheel (stucky) just a touch (is all it takes) (dincobb) when the beskar sings (so does his heart) (dincobb) Broken Toy Soldier (stucky) a little uplifting (mandalorian, gen) Do you respond to comments, why or why not? i try to but sometimes i just hoard them and reply months later :'))) i don't always have the spoons for it but i appreciate every single one What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? none of them <3 :P Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written? nope Have you ever received hate on a fic? just someone saying they would've had a character react differently. sorry, folks, write ur own Do you write smut? If so what kind? what kIND?? uhhhhh the smutty kind Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i'm aware of Have you ever had a fic translated? no Have you ever co-written a fic before? i used to have a friend and we'd write together almost constantly but we're not talking now so all that fic (800k words of it) is just collecting dust in my drive til i figure out what to do with it i've co-written a couple other times with other friends and that was fun!! What's your all time favourite ship? one that i go back to time and again??? stucky ofc What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? so many. sO many. idek okay i have so many wips. they haunt me. What are your writing strengths? not giving a fuck about spelling errors after the first draft. if i didn't catch it, it's on ao3 now. oops. What are your writing weaknesses? i reuse the same phrases and words a lot. oops. i also do not have a very good completion rate on wips, there's always more started than there are finished. also i never rewrite (see last question). ur first draft can be ur last draft if u believe in urself. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? it better be a single word or phrase that is explained in-text or immediately in the notes at the end of the chapter. if it's more than that (especially if the character is the main POV and is speaking large chunks of it/is fluent in it, c'mon, let us have easy reading pls). What was the first fandom you wrote for? on ao3? captain america lmao on my computer when i was, like, 10? fanfic of one of my sister's stories bc she wasn't writing it fast enough

What's your favourite fic you've written? ghost of you (dincobb) it had a lot of world-building and little clues to an overarching secret that not everyone who read it seemed to catch ;) also it was easy to visualise when writing it so that helped it get pulled together i am tagging @tuntematonkorppi @myletternevercame @staranon95 @curiosi-tea-writes @retro-jupiter @pinstripedaisy @sugarpenchant @dinkryze and anyone who wants to <3

#tag games #had 2 type this up in an email #bc the post maker woULDNT REGISTER KEYS ON THE KEYBOARD?? ? ?? ? ??#they were fine elsewhere #just not in this post apparently #very rude #anyway thank u for tagging me ilu <3 #always forget i have that much fic posted aouefnajksdndkjsndkjfnsdf

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years

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thank you + milestone!!

damn, never thought we'd get here, did we?

in all honesty, it's been a pretty shit year. march 'til now has felt like the same month on repeat with tiny tweaks to make it all so much worse. but i'm not here to complain about the worst parts of this year, i'm here to celebrate the best ones.

this was the year that i finally started writing, that i was finally spurred to open a google doc and just type away until a tiny work of fiction stared back at me. my first one was 1k words, a rant to get all of my emotions off of my chest with an idol as my muse. it felt...great, though it also felt a bit odd writing after being an avid reader for years. i always did prefer essays to creative writing, but this year definitely changed that perspective.

i wrote that first blurb along with another fic in late july, and in early august, i asked my friends if i should post them. om august 3rd, i changed this blog from a fic rec to a fic writing blog just like that. i regret none of it.

it's been nearly five months since i revamped this blog and i couldn't be more grateful for the support i have gotten from all of you, whether it be a kind comment, a like, a reblog, all of it. i never thought anyone would like my content, but i've been proven severely wrong by this community. from my irls that are on here, to my lovely mutuals and followers, to those i've talked to a lil bit on this hellsite, to the writers whose fics i absolutely adore, to those who have left a like or a comment on one of my fics, i want to say thank you from the very bottom of my heart ♡

have a happy and healthy new year! i love and appreciate every single one of you!!

though i'm painfully bad at writing letters and getting all sappy, i wanted to write them anyways hahaha let's goooo

to @hwaddict:

my irl best friend!! my partner in crime!!!! i love you sm carly, and there are not enough words in this world for me to describe the extent of my love. you have been there for me during my lowest moments, you've seen me cry, and i don't cry in front of many ppl. i trust you with my life and i'm so glad that we became friends back in middle school bc you are one reasons that spur me to keep going. i can't wait to see where life takes us and know that while i might not always be able to be there physically (especially with college right around the corner), i will always be there for you in any way i can be. again i love you and i can't wait to conquer next year with you ♡♡

to @hopejanaee:

hope!! hobi!!! one of my irls! though we just became friends earlier this year, it feels like we've been friends for ages. it's crazy how close we grew so quickly but i am so grateful to have you in my life. you never fail to make me laugh whenever we're together and you're so chaotic but in such a good way hahaha. you were the one who got me into writing with your own wonderful fics so thank yoi for that. i'm so happy that we became friends because you're so kind and caring and ahhhhhh i love u sm ♡

to @oikawasmilkbread:

we talked for like 0.2 seconds but you are so kind and hella cool!! it was nice having random conversations with you and i'm so glad you randomly dmed me bc i am shy and i have 0 idea how to start conversations with anyone lmao. i always smile when i see you in my notifs! i hope you have a happy new year!!! ♡

to @luthenia:

i know you're on hiatus but seeing you in my notifs always excites me hahaha. we never talk but you are so supportive of everyone in this community and i just wanted to shout you out for that! your memes are top tier LMAO and i can't wait for when you come back, happy new year ♡

to @starsforten:

we also talked for approximately 1 second but it was so fun talking to you about astrology stuff (virgo sun libra rising gang hahahaha) and those teuta matoshi dresses! you are so nice and easy to talk to and i hope your new year is happy and fruitful! ♡

i recommend every single one of these blogs for their amazing content!! i added some of my favorite fics as i'm a whore for great writing hahaaaa

@kinktae

waterloo — a masterpiece! taehyung is so bitter at the beginning and it's adorable seeing how y/n breaks his tough shell. loved this from beginning to the end ♡

hot rod — the 50s slang, the dynamic between hoseok and y/n...*chef's kiss*

@untaemedqueen

welcome to seoul land — werewolf!namjoon really got me going, 100/10 would recommend

graceful gods — this is one of my all-time favorites, greek god!jungkook has my brain going brrrr

@shadowsremedy + @therealmintedmango

support system — adorable!! this is a hybrid!yoongi fic i really enjoy, and the series isn't over yet! check it out~

@bratkook

tear you apart — demon!taehyung...holy shit. i was speechless

@tatertotthethot

the doms next door — THIS SERIES OMG, i've read each part at least five times already. taekook got me acting UP

scream (posted to @yandere-society) — a really cool take on the movie scream with jungkook, yandere fics don't always appeal to me but this one absolutely did

@ateezmakemeweep

broken — the immense ache i felt in my chest while reading this, but i loved both parts with a burning passion. san is so sweet in this :')

@atinybrew

dirty free for all — the ULTIMATE demon!san fic. the writing is absolutely immaculate and this is the first fic that had me blushing down my mf ARMS

rice milk lattes and bryophytes roads — another san fic admittedly because i'm whipped for san lol. anyways, this was cute and hot at the same time and best friend!yunho made my double biasing ass that much happier

@seacottons

pan — an adorable peter pan!hongjoong fic, it had my heart going achhfhsjfjsjf

sir kiss me — circus au with san holy hell i loved every twist and turn of this

@actuallythatwaspromise

bad romance — one of my favorite yunho fics ever, punk rock!yunho x nerd!reader has my entire heart

aurora garden center and desire ink — florist!mingi had me uwuing for the entire fic, this was adorable and i loved it sm

@yeonjuncore

every single fic on this blog is an absolute masterpiece, i swear

the devil's little angel — THIS IS ONE OF MY ULTIMATE FAVORITES, demon!yeonjun had me screaming and it was just so fun to read and i loved every single second of it so much that i've read it nearly ten times now. so go read it, you won't regret it!

the boy with the horns — another of my ultimate favorites (i told you, their writing is just that amazing), woodland fey!soobin just had me going so soft :(( i literally sobbed at one point, that's how invested i was

bleeding heart — the tension between vampire!yeonjun and vampire slayer!reader had me screeching

curtain call — i have a sad crush vampire!soobin

i love you, always — this felt so..bittersweet? taehyun loves y/n so much, i lowkey cried while reading this

@angelfic

the art of (mis)communication — i am a whore for both reconciliation and yeonjun, 100000/10 pls read this i beg of you

@angelictaehyun

growing pains — ahhh once again a yeonjun fic, my chest hurt a lil bit at some points but it was so sweet!!

@neovisioned

bed of spiderwebs — spiderman!mark has my heart screeching, i loved every second of it ♡

eddie ate dynamite — johnny suh coming for my throat yet again

cupid victorious — cupid!jaehyun :'))) definitely one of my favorites!!

@domjaehyun

quarantine chronicles — ok if you haven't read this or the part two yet then you're missing out big time!! the tension, the buildup, every single part of this fic was just *chef's kiss* but multiply thay by a million

all these years — every single moment of this felt so nostalgic and the ending was so sweet :')

@caiuscassiuss

muse — i keep going back to this one constantly, the angst in this phenomenal and i love artist!taeyong sm here

@neoct-zen

loverboy — HOT, AMAZING, I SCREAMED. the blurbs that accompany this are also top-tier i recommend reading each and every one!!

@moondustis

pink + white — i'm so soft for mark i stg, this was the cutest thing ever

@loviejaehyun

can't avoid this feeling — hockey player!mark is the best thing ever

all tied up — i just- screamed as i read this bc professor!jaehyun is too hot goodbye

@hopejanaee

incapable — this is one of the best yoongi fics i've ever read ngl, it's not completed quite yet but the parts that have been posted are top tier!!

breathless — THIS. I LOVED THIS. yuta is just so hfjshhfhshfnsn and i love this sm

@hwaddict

melting point — big boy mingiiii, 100/10 would recommend

@okayau

house next to mine — frat boy!yeonjun rly got me going, cute and hot at the same time ahhhhbfnsnnf

youth — ADORABLE, yeonjun's confession is peak i love it here

run away — how many yeonjun fics can i fit in this post? (answer: a lot) definitely one of my favorite harry potter aus!! it was awesome seeing how their relationship changed throughout the years and perhaps i teared up a little at the end :'))

@starrychannies

baby steps — ONE OF ALL-TIME MY FAVORITE FICS ON THIS SITE, every single part is so well-written and ahhhhhfhdhhf chan makes me feel some type of way

my stupid — another yeonjun fic! angsty but v cute at the end :')

@baekhvuns

this youth of craziness — 40k words of pure gold, this fic is absolutely one of my favorite san fics ever!!

replacement — prince!ten makes my brain go brrrr, i love how the y/n just speaks her mind here

@masterninjacow

untitled project — i saw soulmate au with mark and i knew would already love it, and i did! pizza boy!mark at that, amazing and i adored it

more amazing blogs!!: @galaxteez, @poutybinz, @lustjoong, @bloominghigh

these are just a few of the fics and blogs i found this year, find more on my fic rec blog @agustdiv1ne-recs!! (my thumbs are starting to hurt i'm so sorry bfjshfhsh)

wrapping up each month since august since that's when i actually started posting LMAO

☆ august

03: good enough — chan

03: bloodsucker — seonghwa

04: cutie — san

09: veloxrotaphobia — mingi

19: want — changbin

21: numb — yunho

100 follower special — i reached 100 followers towards the end of august, my first ever milestone :') also my first ever time taking requests, 'twas very fun ♡

☆ september

03: on camera — jungkook

☆ october

27: oh, worm? — namjoon

31: demon days — san

☆ november

10: a letter to my love — xiaojun

23: bad for u — jaehyun

27: home sweet home — yeonjun

☆ december

christmas bash 2020 — my brain went hey what if you did this- and i listened so here's 17 holiday fics hahahaa (not all of them are out yet but i'm working on it!!)

things i plan to release in 2021!!

☆ sunflower — jimin

☆ cross — yeonjun

☆ landslide — seonghwa

☆ nice save — san

☆ red — hyunjin

☆ a secret series (that will be revealed once i plan everything) — ateez

☆ 4 unrelated secret fics oOoOoo — will i reveal them? you'll just have to wait and see ;)

there will definitely be more posted! these are the ones that are going to be my priority at first, but my imagination is always churning so expect a lot more :)) check out all of non-secret wips here!

i hit 500 followers a couple days ago! i nearly screamed when i saw that LMAO. thank you so much for liking my content because i work hella hard on it :') sometimes i feel like i don't deserve y'all really, but @hwaddict will yell at me if i say that so ig i take it back hfhshhdhg

a post for celebrating this milestone will come as soon as i finish up the rest of my christmas fics!! sorry that i'm so slow :( (hint: my requests will be open, so look out for it!)

so yeah!! that's it, sorry for the painfully long post (i'm sorry to my thumbs for typing this whole thing out </3). thank you to everyone who read this far!! i hope everyone has a happy and healthy new year, and in the words of txt's cover, fuck 2020. may 2021 be a much better year for all of us!!!

much love,

ashlee ♡

#i'm sorry if i missed anyone :((#j know i love and appreciate u a lot #it's j my thumbs are literally cramping up as i type this :(#2021 celebration!#happy new year y'all #lmk if any of links are wrong bc i will fix them asap

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mangotexts · 4 years

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ive seen people tag their fav ateez blogs so here is my list, i guarantee every single person on here is incredibly talented and you will not regret visiting their blogs ♡♡

@lilhwahwa

• okay literally an amazing person i love her so much but not only that she is seriously so good at writing, she doesnt post as often as others but when she does holllyyyy it makes you go dkejrjejdjwndne because she is that amazing, i would especially recommend reading 'An Agent's Potion' series its *chefs kiss*

@needyateez

• every single work by her, you will not regret reading, i think i first started following her because of 'Treasure' and from then on I've been obsessed with her works, shes so good at writing and believe me you are missing out if youre not following her

@serendipityunho

• i dont even know where to begin with this, ive probably binged her masterlist like what, 57 times, and every single time i read, it blows my mind every. single. time. her works are amazing and you wont regret paying her blog a visit

@vvshere

• my beautiful little girl i love her so much, i first read her 'Flowers Are Gone' series which was absolutely amazing by the way, and then i kept reading her other words which were, bless, i also love how she always writes with strong and assertive reader inserts, go check her blog

@thinkyoureholy

• okay this lady right here, her stories are MIND BLOWING, like every single series she writes is ndshrjebfksnjrne, i dont even know what to say you need to read yourself to understand but let me tell you this, her plots are no joke, this is at a professional level, one of my absolute favorites, pls pls read her stuff,

@sanduction

• let me tell you this, i HATE werewolf stories but her 'Entanglement' series was an absolute masterpiece, i loved it so so so much, im so excited for her next update, her writing skills are incredible and shes also so nice and sweet you are so missing out if youve never visited her blog before

@legit-kpop-trash

• another talented writer who is also sweet as candy, i dont even remember which work of hers ive read first but every single on is a.m.a.z.i.n.g. definetely go check out her stories and reactions i love her so much i promise you wont regret

@sweetheart--sannie

• once again, binge worthy masterlist, her works are so addictive you cant stop reading, i didnt have the chance to interact with her that much but she also seems like a really nice person and i would strongly recommend reading her works, i just couldnt not put her on here

@atinybitofau

• her writing style is really unique and i really love that about her works, she has so many great works that i really enjoyed reading, you should definetely give her works a chance because i assure you, you will love them

@starboypsh

• her blog is now closed but i still strongly recommend that you go and read her existing works because i can not stress this enough, they are fucking awesome, probably even one of the best ive read ngl, they make you go through amazing emotional roller coasters

@ateezmakemeweep

• okay okay okay so might be my favorite blog ehem, her stories are TOP LEVEL, the plot? amazing. writing style? flawless. everything else? out of this world. she posts so frequently and im honestly so grateful for her stories because they always make my day better, her writing is so good it just pulls you in, you read without even blinking and its just....perfect, she is also so so nice ive never seen her be rude towards anyone, an angel

@jinmindeulle

• i discovered her because of her 'Valtameri' series and i loved it so much, her works are so good and i assure, you will also fall in love, not visiting her blog at least once is a big big mistake you can make so dont be that person and go read her works

@barnesbabee

• my baby, first of all, an amazing human being, literally so easy to talk to and nice but also really badass person who isnt afraid to talk, her works are really good and you should definetely check it out, seriously amazing

@wooyounghwa

• i started following her because of 'Sleep Schedule' and I have no regrets, i honestly dont know her that much but i would love to get closer cuz she seems amazing uwu, pls pls go check her blog shes incredible

@littlerainpoet

• literally adorable, i discovered their blog because of 'Her Heart Tastes Bitter' and jdjfjdhjdjeidh yes its amazing especially the video edit? bless. they are also so so so nice and i really love them, you should definetely check out their works

@mingless

• i dont even know where to begin? she has so many masterpieces like ohmygod, another binge worthy masterlist right here, i cant name my favorite fic of hers because they are all so good, if you dont already follow her youre so missing out so dont be that person and visit her blog, satisfaction guaranteed

@daybreakx

• she has sooo manyy amazing pieces, i think i especially enjoyed her hogwarts aus because i couldnt see that many around that i really liked, but hers were definetely so enjoyable and i also love love her other works, definetely worth your time

@lustjoong

• nsfw time, but like, the main thing is her works are incredible regardless of the plot, she writes really good what can i say? she has a lot of great works so i would definetely recommend going through her masterlist

@sanstreasure

• a blog ive discovered quite recently so i dont know that much about her but the works she posts are certainly worth reading, i think ive read every single thing on her masterlist and they are all so good go check out her blog

@vocalyunho

• really amazing pieces, i love reading her stuff they are soooo gooood, i had to mention her here because all of you tumblr atiny need to visit her blog

@atinybrew

• cmon she HAS to be here do i even need to explain? every single one of her works was literally incredible and i love reading her works, like a lot, masterlist?binged. multiple times actually so i would definetely fight you if you didnt pay her blog a visit

@starrychannies

• once again a really talented writer, i really enjoy reading her works and love the entirety of her masterlist, you should not be one of those who dont know about her blog

these are only the ateez blogs i follow, pls let me know if you think there is a blog i should check out, i would love to! now go shower these people with love uwu

#i couldnt even say everything i wanted #but i love these people so much #thank you for writing #i appreciate you all so much

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jksangelic · 5 years

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heaven’s winter (m)

RATING: M

GENRE: fantasy, fluff, smut, a hint of a soulmate au, light angst

PAIRING: village daughter!reader x seraph!yoongi (alternatively, an “angel”)

WARNINGS/TAGS: lots of overthinking/past angst regarding both reader and yoongi separately (yoongi especially), tae is involved as an important plot side character but he’s barely in there i’m sorry, surprise aggression from yoongi because u get in his personal space, slow burn smut but the smut is nice and flavorful, explicit sexual content, body worship, oral sex (female receiving), virgin!reader, clumsy cute smut uwu, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), several positions, unintentional temperature play?, lots of love and respect up in this house and lots of other things i probably forgot.

also i wrote a lot for the intro you can skim idc lmao.

SUMMARY: your duty as the village daughter places you in line for the season’s Offering; a tradition not to tread lightly upon. as the snow falls slow and heavy, and the seraph awaits in the shallows of the mountain, you fail to realize what the winter has in store for you.

WORD COUNT: 18,600

NOTE: welcome to my slice of the Fantastical Stories for Curious Souls Collaboration!

it’s always really an honor to be able to work with other writers and i’m really grateful that they allowed my butting-in )))): thank you all!!! make sure to check out everyone’s stories in the link above and let us know what you think!

(uhhh i just..... i spent way too much time on research and the politics behind this fic for it to still be aLL oVer tHe plaCe but please cut me some slack. might i throw in that this has no religious/cultural affiliation and instead has more of a fantastical theme to it that is entirely fictional. especially for the concept of the Offering and how i loosely throw around the word “angel” and “heaven” and etc.)

((might i add that i recently discovered that i am *terrible* at describing geography and am totally basing it off of video-game visuals........ cough cough zeldabreathofthewild))

(((this last one’s kinda important!!!!: yoongi is described to be larger than you bc he’s this magical bird being. i always try to keep reader insert broad in description but if you’re taller than irl yoongi boongi, pssst, you’re not in this universe sorry but i make the rules)))

((((this is currently unedited. @14statelier get to work.))))

Part One

The snow falls slow and thick. The children catching it on their tongues and compacting it to shoot at each other, screaming and wailing all the same as it continues to pile. It fell particularly early this time around, normally nothing more than cold bitter to the skin and clouds stirring prediction of the oncoming winter. You were always a heavy sleeper despite the beauty of first frost, long past your days of childish amazement through fogged windows and warm fires but you watched the icy cotton substance pile since dawn this morning. Not even drowsiness will overrun your excitement for the day ahead.

“You light three incense and make sure they burn all the way through before you turn around,” Taehee states.

“Find some stones on your way. Use them to hold the tapestry down as you set up. It looks especially windy today,” Mina adds.

Yoona finishes tucking your hair back rather tightly, “You should stop by Jin’s and pick up some extra bread. You know he’ll give you some of his fresh batch if you asked for it.”

You suppose, not even the nagging of your aunts.

You chew on your fingers, a nervous habit. Taehee pulls your slobbered index from your lips with a wrinkled forehead, “You better remember this, dear. You only have to do it once but if you do it right, it’ll be worth much more.”

You recite drearily, “Follow the path, set up the altar, say our prayers, return home.”

“Once the incense is out, Y/N. You mustn’t forget.”

“And you cannot explore the manor. Don’t walk around. Don’t look through the windows—”

“It’s a manor? How big do you suppose?” you ask with newfound interest to your words.

“That doesn’t matter, girl. You don’t wander. You don’t explore. You do what is told of you and nothing more. What matters is that you don’t spot a seraph, and that the seraphs don’t spot you.”

You never understood that rule. If the seraph tribe was so kind as to help your country win a rather one-sided war, then why the invisible boundary? To be in alliance and never interact was an odd sense of unity to you, if any. “Have you ever seen a seraph? Is it true they have two sets of wings?” You’d always been curious to the subject, a fairytale-like existence just waiting below the peak.

“The elders claim they do. A large and small set. Some say it’s necessary for having human proportions. You know, they say it’s bad luck to stare at a seraph’s wings. ” Mina says in awe in correspondence to the way she suffocates you with your robe’s sash.

You swat her away, forcing down a smile, “I don’t believe that, you haven’t even seen one! How do you even know they exist!”

“Hush! You’ll get into some real trouble if an elder catches you saying that. They exist. And they live up the mountain. And you will do the Offering with utmost delicacy and respect. Besides, you’re the only one coming-of-age this year! A girl to do it by herself is surely something the leaders will appraise of you.” You avoid their scrutinous, expectant gazes.

You could say you’ve been cursed at birth. Weak in basic skills in which an adult, regardless of age, is identified by. You lacked time management and a sense of direction, you harbored a bad habit of looking down when you spoke, you couldn’t even wash the dishes without chipping a glass. Your legs worked against you at random times, quite literally tripping you up and deeming you as a clumsy, pitiful thing. As you grew older, the only skills you were able to contribute were to the fields, where things were organic and didn’t require fragility.

“I am not as useless as you think of me,” the words come out unprompted but true and exposed.

The women gawk and babble like hens in a flurry of angered denial or soft apologies but you no longer have time to discuss unimportant matters.

In the midst, rough, giant hands encase your face. You don’t realize you’re looking to the floor until Taehyung props your chin upwards, met with smiling eyes and an ear-to-ear grin. His name rolls off your tongue in surprise.

“Hey, don’t start moping before you even start. It really isn’t a big deal. You hike all the way up to the riverbank more than the others and that’s a long way. This is no different. And think, when you come home everyone will come to realize how much they’ve missed you! Me included.”

“It’s not that I’m…” You start haphazardly. Well, it’s not that you’re reluctant to do the Offering. To adventure otherwise prohibited land and by yourself, to prove that you can handle life just fine and don’t need to be seared by the judgement of deploring eyes. Some time to enjoy solitary peace. It wasn’t even a whole day, dammit, but you’ll take what you can get. You choose to lie, “I guess I am a bit nervous. I’ll make sure to pace myself. Besides, I’d run myself short if I finished in half-a-day like you.”

Tae puffs, a little proud of himself, “What can I say… I’d like for the little ones to look up to me.” You roll your eyes, scanning your bed for your scarf. Taehyung eyes the cloth as you wrap it around, a rare moment of quiet. He stares, entranced, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so focused. As you think about inquiring his statue-like manner, you notice that more of the silence is due to the disappearance of the squawking hens. Those sly, evil matchmakers.

You suddenly pull him along and towards the exit, “You can’t be in here. You’ll get us in trouble.”

He blinks dumbly and slumps against your ministrations. “Your aunts seemed to be fine with it. And it’s not like I haven’t snuck in your window a few… several times.”

Your expressed sheepishness is his favorite source of entertainment, “Goodness, as kids! You make it sound so rebellious.” He winks as if you share a grand secret, all to his imagination of course.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was the village’s be-all and end-all. Born to work and carry everyone else on his back. He stands tall with his shoulders wide and prominent, chestnut waves that reached his cheekbones now. Shirt tight around his torso in ways that could excite anyone that risked a glimpse. You can’t help but find it amazing how much of a crybaby he was when you were young and how sturdy and dependable he is now. He was humorously your polar opposite.

You try to shoo him once more, “Anyways. I’m getting ready and you can’t see me. Go wait with everyone else!” His pout is jarring paired with his hard, strong build. Like a teddy bear with abs and palm blisters from years of physical labor.

His body moves on his own at some point, reluctantly reaching for your door handle, “No parting kiss upon my cheek, fair lady?”

It’s obvious he’s being more daring these days. With frequent visits and gifts on your doorstep, and now requested kisses. The whole town knew you were likely to marry him, a relief for most. But on your hand, you’ve just known him for so long. Practically since you were born. You’ve already shared kisses, you’ve already had those butterflies in your stomach; but the kisses were stolen in secret and the butterflies were stagnant. And although it was never a consistent nor official courting, you felt as though Taehyung was already a route taken. You know better to never admit that into the air, though. Not when everyone expected your cooperation with marriage at the least. To care for someone so special, and to bear his children plump and healthy.

What a static life to live, you try not to think. You instead try to blame such thinking on your inferiority complex, to at least ease some of that horrible guilt in your stomach. You should be grateful for your life. Talentless yet adored. A village princess that was easy on the eyes and sought after by those looking for that beauty and its accompanied dowry.

A proposal was near, that much you could tell with his efforts. In his perspective, the sooner the better lest he want someone else to steal you from him. Contradictory to your own reasoning, the only relief you find is that it is him, your dearest friend. Perhaps the only one to disregard your shortcomings and want to fill your empty spaces as much as he can. He cared about you and that could be enough. So you try to convince yourself of that.

You kiss his cheek softly and without hesitation. Not so much as a blush. He suspects nothing less than mutual adoration and takes his leave like you request, leaving you alone in silence for a relieving twenty seconds. Then the hens come back inside and squabble about who will be able to sew together your future gown.

Part Two

It starts under the old pine tree on the far side of the village. A crowd gathers as you wait under the swaying branches, mutters and looks of excitement apparent. A cleric waits beside you with three elder women who prepare your things: a woven satchel loaded with the items that you are to lay out, things like dried flowers, fruits, fine wines, tapestries, collected crystals, baked goods and the incense. A replica display of what little the humans had presented at the foot of the seraphs. Untouchable beings with class and power much above your own. Kindness as well, so it seems; to be provided with just this and offer unparalleled assistance to a hopeless cause in the old wars. You wondered if they still watched from afar, curious to the well-being of their mortal neighbors.

"Dear, keep your mind with us. You'll be off shortly," one of the grandmas whisper, placing a carved selenite athame into a leather holster and slipping it into the confines of your robe, "For protection." You smile and thank her kindly, tuning back into the ceremony and waiting for the second elder. They continue to adorn you in charms and traveling goodies, eventually piling on unnecessary weight that will, for sure, slow you down in the process. The trek was basically a day’s trip. If you moved efficiently, you should be home no later than when the sun begins to set, in time for supper even. As much as you’d like to stay out longer, you dare not risk a night in the mountains.

“—this year’s representative will be just as prosperous. May she bring good fortune and health onto our town just as the many before her has done so,” the old cleric roars into the audience, just about finishing his speech as you start to listen. You hope he didn’t say anything too significant. Can’t possibly hang on to every dry word when you were so close to tasting temporary freedom.

You make your way into the parted sea of people, some who grip your hand as you walk by to invoke strength as you move along. A few grumble good luck’s and come back safe’s. Then an angry baker charging through helpless bodies.

“Take this, you stupid girl. You were supposed to stop by the bakery this morning,” Seokjin whines, thrusting what seems to be a warm pastry wrapped with cheesecloth into your hands.

“Thank—Thank you. I’m sorry, I didn’t want to bug…”

Jungkook pops in from nowhere, hitting your shoulder a little too playfully, “Chin up, love. Don’t be back too soon.” You nod shyly as he distances behind. Jungkook always had a strong nose for your facades but he also always kept your secrets. Clutching your things tightly, you watch your boots as they pick up speed through the mess of attention.

“Good luck!”

“Watch your surroundings, little one.”

“Come home and don’t wander off!”

You leave northbound until you no longer hear their cheers. Until the snow no longer has indented prints and you think you’re alone and off to the races. A sudden tension snaps when you release your sore cheeks from an artificial smile, not even aware you were sporting one in the first place. There was always a heavy pressure when you presented yourself to the public, and while you were no damn princess, everyone ensured that you at least feel the looming responsibility of one. Curse your family’s political ties and all that, otherwise you wouldn’t give a damn if you seemed like an old witch spotted once in a blue moon.

When you reach the border gate is when you see Taehyung for the last time today. It comes as a surprise to see him waiting for you like a loyal dog, dark hair sprinkled with snowflakes, red cheeks a striking contrast against the bright setting. If you were more grateful, you’d think he looks particularly good today. If anything, it strikes you more that you failed to see his face at the send-off.

“Hey. I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone else… and today of all days but if I don’t right now, I don’t think I ever will,” he jumbles. In his hands hold a scarlet scarf, the same one you had seen as a child when his mom would occasionally take care of you, let you help bake, and playfully dress you in her accessories. All but that scarf, folded neatly and tucked into a corner or her closet.

“Oh! Don’t touch that, love,” she said, “That’s something my mother-in-law made for me.”

You had pouted then, a spoiled brat of sorts. But Taehyung’s mother’s eyes were always warm and she spoke softer than cashmere, “I have to give that to my son when he decides to marry. Will you make sure he finds the right one, for me? You are his best friend, aren’t you?”

You remember the challenge you felt, yelling without hesitation, “Taetae will marry me! When we grow up I’ll be his bride and you won’t have to worry!”

She giggled in contentment, eyes squinted in a wide smile and petting you lovingly, “Ah, of course. I know you’ll be a wonderful wife, Y/N. Taehyung will be in great hands.”

“I had been there, you know,” Taehyung chuckles, “When you claimed you’d be my wife when we got older. I was hiding in the hallway and initially, I thought, ‘I’ll never marry my best friend!’. But, now… I just can’t imagine wanting to marry anyone else.”

You grin at him sadly. Of course he had been holding onto this his entire childhood.

“Taehyung…”

“We’re still young, I know that. I just want to give you this for your trip to make me feel more at ease and so you can think about it. You can take all the time that you need. I know Mother wouldn’t mind, especially for you.” You nod. It’s all you can do. Taehyung pulls you into a tight embrace and kisses your hair. When he pulls away, he wraps your neck into the warmth of the scarf you’d always wished to wear. But it’s almost suffocating now, locking in your fate before you even step out of the village boundaries.

“For now, just come back to me. I’ll be waiting for you no matter what you decide.”

You can fathom the communal disappointment of rejecting your strongest suitor. More importantly, you would be shameful to turn down his proposal. Once it was out there, there was no “decision”.

You can imagine your aunts now, squealing in delight and sewing from their best cloths.

Part Three

Though you never had the chance to explore much, this really was nothing you've ever seen before. An ominous stairway carved into rock weaved in and out of your trail which made it fairly easy to follow along. You can't imagine the labor that went into sculpting this far ahead and all the way up the side of the mountain; it was truly something mind-boggling. As the air begins to thin, the amount of snow starts to grow thicker. If you had waited any longer into the winter you wouldn’t even be able to see the path, you’re sure.

You only need to stop twice to catch your breath and sit down. Snacking on the bread Jin gifted you only a few hours ago. It’s satisfying to look back at the area you’ve covered, how small things look from your height and the beauty of a fresh snow blanket. The scenery to the riverbank was nowhere as near breathtaking to that of the mountain. A dreamscape of evergreen trees and varying shrubbery, crossing over a short wooden bridge floating over a near-frozen stream, even occasional wildlife prancing into view. The summit itself wasn’t terribly high. It was manageable to hike for the most part, more so that your goal wasn’t to reach the peak.

You could travel all the time, you think. Hike or take a horse somewhere farther than here but that’s not very practical. There was nowhere really to go and you didn’t have the luxury to just up and leave your household, and now Taehyung. The knots in your brain seem to loosen, blame the inclination and dry air infiltrating your head. Knowing your life was to be faced someday and all your immature ambitions to leave the village now seeming childlike and unattainable. The pessimism had yet to blow out your weak flame of philosophical rebellion but it was surely keeping you in check.

Judging by the sun's position, it's midday. Meaning it shouldn't be long before you catch sight of the "manor" and thus will be halfway finished with your journey.

You nearly walk off the cliffside before you notice the route's abrupt change and how it slithers deeper into the eye of the mountain. The farther you walk, the closer the earthy walls begin to shut in on you in a trench-like structure. It's even more unbelievable coming upon a short archway, perhaps man-made and mined through a boulder that could have fallen from atop one of the peaks. Being here, you realize, makes you feel small. Slithering through the terrain like a fairy in the tales your mother had told you at night. Of beasts and cryptids that could appear in the tangles of forest and vanish all in the same. There was a sort of dreamlike trance you found yourself in as you walked under the rock as if it were a portal.

And, unexpectedly, it's there. Atop a few more dreadful flights of stairs, hidden between an odd bundle of trees and beneath a fresh veil of snow, you can barely make out the silhouette of a house. It's still a bit far and eerily surrounded by fog but it's there and it almost looks as if it's... floating. Like a gateway to a secret nook of heaven.

It's one of those odd, puzzle-like mirages when you climb more steps to think you're only getting farther from the house. The swaying of branches keeps you from determining just how big it is and what it could possibly conceal. Even the atmosphere, chill and intimidating, makes your heart skip in perplexed anticipation. Having been at this for hours, if the staircase hadn't just ceased you would have kept walking straight into the dark wooden door.

But your aching legs find relief in the stretching flat surface of a porch and your exhilaration to reaching such a majestic destination that you could squeal. Of course, you don't, and instead get started at the task at hand.

You kneel onto the cool floor and begin to unload your things, neatly and without the need to rush. You lay stones on each corner of the tapestry to hold it down, you lay out the contents in somewhat of an aesthetically manner, you strike a match to light the incense and you mumble your thanks on behalf of the village, all as you were told. The snicker under your breath comes unwarranted as you finalize the display, even Taehyung couldn't have done this well.

It feels a little anticlimactic; a little short-lived. To have come up this whole way and spend a maximum of five minutes in somewhere you could spend days exploring. Idling, you can practically hear the warning clucks of your aunts engraved into your brain.

"Don't dilly-dally!"

"Come straight home."

"Even think of doing anything funny and I'll have Seokjin roast you alive."

Maybe it's why it's even more satisfying to you when you ignore them altogether, standing from your position and just dying to see the rest of the manor's exterior. One peek, one peek and I'll never stray from instruction ever again, you think. Just my last burst of freedom and then I promise to be a good girl with no more personality than a wet dish rag.

So you tiptoe to the massive door and lean your ear against it as if you could hear anything with its size and the strong winds. You questioned if anyone even lived here, void of any decorations or signs of recent activity. Maybe the deer would get to the food you laid out before someone even stepped foot on the property prior next Offering.

When there are no obvious indications of life do you weasel your way around the corner, an extension of the porch wrapping around the side of the house to much of your assumption and revealing an expanse of space. The cabin was two stories at the least, maybe even three if not had been for the first story windows and how incredibly tall they were. You could only imagine the comfort of being inside such a space, being able to wake and watch the snow behind a glass wall of incredible proportions. While you ogle the window do you, of course, fail to realize that it's transparent and startle a bit when something begins to move.

The reflection makes it a bit difficult to pinpoint, a large dark figure shifting ever so slightly in its confines. Like a complete buffoon, you near the wall even closer with squinted eyes just making out the shapes of an entity.

Whatever it is, it's incredibly large. A heart in shape and composed of monochromatic blacks, reaching the floor and surely much taller than you. It was killing you that you couldn't figure out what the hell it was, well-near leaning against the glass as you peer into the private space.

You freeze in place as the elongated heart is really in the shape of wings, accompanied by a body as they’re dragged behind it like a veil. Long and dark and ruffling occasionally as their owner rotates a bit...

But you don't get to see his face. The man in which you firmly believed could be nothing but a myth; as propaganda by the village elders to keep your actions in check. Rather, the seraphs were more authentic than you could have ever imagined, and as magical and inspiring as it may be, so are the Offering rules that are now proved and justified, and that could only mean that this was very, very unfortunate timing to be snooping around property that was not yours.

Your feet scramble backwards in attempt to flee out of sight, instead graciously slipping against the frozen wood and causing you to land quite harshly on your side. Your hip burns at the impact but more horrifyingly important, the crash rattles the side of the floating stoop and his eyes burn into your pathetic body. The moment is wedged between fractions of a second, eye contact barely existent but it's enough to see the daggers in the seraph's irises. It's enough of a warning for you to get back onto your feet and sprint as carefully as possible away from such a gaze that could light this winter wonderland into disastrous flames.

All that comes across your mind as you rush down the steps is how wrong you were. How you unjustly became more and more skeptical of the stories and legends of the creatures that existed in the crevices of the mountains. How numb you became to the warnings as your age drew near for your rite of passage. How much of a taboo you would become if you were to ever tell a living soul that you witnessed a seraph and its marvelous wings. Not that you would.

Your ability to run brings you to the realization that you forgot your things but it was beyond you now. For once in your life, you cherish the idea of being home and hiding under the covers in the tranquil warmth of a familiar fireplace. To dream away the moment that dark angel caught a sly fox trespassing into his territory and, rightfully so, looking as if he craved to skin it alive.

You yelp at the sudden caw of ravens as they fly overhead. Their screeches send shivers to your bones, a sudden chill slowing you down. Rustling in the nearby trees deem you completely terrified, a gut feeling deducting the possibility of winds blowing that strong in the middle of dense shrubbery. Your heart drops once more; your athame was left in the abandoned bag.

The last time you had seen a wolf was when you were barely a toddler, sleepily held in the arms of a younger (and much kinder) Mina. It lurked in the woods just past the fields, a little young and possibly separated from its pack. But wolves were smart and they knew better than to make trouble in a town of loud humans. You remember the way it pulled its ears back and slinked back into the sanctity of its wild home and never to be seen again.

These wolves were smart too, howling their announcement upon finding a small, weak girl all alone and oozing dread. Two pairs of eyes track you as their corresponding bodies stalk out of the bushes, large and sleek and beautiful. Both grey and both incredibly hungry, they begin to pace around you maybe 100 feet away. You startle back and up a stair, most favored option to return to the cabin and retrieve your bag, maybe stay near for a bit until the creatures leave but then another, black and larger than the other two, barks harshly and stands its ground on your sacred steps. You are royally trapped.

“Stay… Stay back,” you warn dumbly, looking to the only open direction in the woods. You wouldn’t be as fast as on the path as long as you had to maneuver through the snow but you could possibly break off a hefty branch. Enough to ward them off to get back to the cabin and pray that the seraph doesn’t pose more of a problem than flesh-eating hounds.

So you sprint, robes clenched in your fists and boots sinking into the pillows of ice, disappearing into the trees and disregarding the snarls that start up behind you. You look desperately for something, anything to help you. Snow begins to find its way into your shoes each time you trip over yourself, wetting the soles of your feet. Hands scraping against bark with each twist and turn and your fingers burn. You only look back occasionally, seeing no more than one pair of eyes at a time at a short distance. This must have been a fun game to them, howling their contents into brisk air.

The black dog truly appears from nowhere, a flash of teeth from your left peripheral before it tackles you to the ground the same moment you find a dead branch and thrust it into its snapping jaw. It all happens too fast. You yipe as you roll through the fall, wolf teeth still digging through your only weapon and snapping the poor thing to two. In pure desperation, you dig the sharper broken half into whatever it’s willing to hit. Fortunately enough, the wolf whimpers and tumbles off you. Then you’re off once again, adrenaline ringing in your ears as you don’t even care to recall which way is which, as long as it’s away from, what can you assume was, the Big Bad Alpha.

More howls from them, more cries from you.

You’re able to return to the path without another spotting. It turns out you were going the wrong way when you’re also met with the narrow exit and that cursed archway. A gateway to inevitable death.

Halfway through the gap in manic rush and you’re face to face with a beast so pale that it camouflaged with the flurry encasing you both. Eyes clear as water and almost… comforting. Even with the low rumble in its throat and one paw in front of the other in a slow, tantalizing chase. The others growl behind you, an enraged black-furred monster bleeding from its right eye socket turned quite smug now knowing that you were completely, utterly trapped.

It’s when the white wolf soundlessly drags a deep wound into your thigh while the three merely watch is when you ascertain that it is, undoubtedly, the pack leader. You fall back as the beautiful thing toys with you, snatching the front of your thick robe and shredding it with a sickening rip. You scream for the first time this entire chase, grabbing at Taehyung’s scarf in fear that it got caught along with it, caring for it more than your own life at this point.

The scream must have been piercing enough to discombobulate your attacker, it’s large ears flitting around as it jumps away from you. It’s even more of a shock when they all flee out of the divide, leaving you bleeding and too traumatized to move an inch. Whatever alarmed them devastates you even more.

The ravens caw loud and the ground vibrates. Watching the birds circle in the sky, you notice the way pebbles begin to crumble from each peak, how snow begins to over pile on such weak grounds and the way it begins to slide inward.

It’s an odd sound; snow sliding against other layers of snow and having so much weight that it pulls a few small trees with it. And this trench-like area only had so much space and you were positive the amount of white that begins to hurl towards you would fill it like a water cup; bury you with absolutely no chance of being able to dig your way out. Despite your fear, you cower at its charge and wait for the weight to hit.

And then your head lolls back against something wonderfully warm and dry. You were completely soaked but too exhausted to shiver. In your last moments of consciousness, with your neck craned uncomfortably, you see the ground as the sky and the sky as the ground and feathers as feathers. You think of home. Think of warm summers where you would dip your feet in the riverbed. Think of bonfires with Jungkook and Jin and Hoseok and even Taehyung. But everything is still snow and you think you’re beginning to loathe each damned flake. The only comfort you find is the homeliness of the carmine red material that blows softly against your face. With that and the fleeting thought that you might be righteously transported to heaven do you finally pass out.

Part Four

Yoongi wasn’t particularly fond of humans. Unlike his brothers and sisters that sympathized with such weak creatures enough to put their own lives at risk, it was just something he would never come around to understand. Species were organized and separated for reasons and intermingling was a curiosity that died ages ago for him.

Which is all a hypocritical contradiction when he sees you sleep soundly on his common room couch, changed into dry clothes and buried beneath a heap of duvets. Whatever had possessed him to go after you was pure impulse after the stunt you pulled on him. Prowling around on private property and, more importantly, breaking the village’s strict ritual rules. Catching him going about on what would be another unmomentous day in his schedule, creating enough of a ruckus to capture his attention, and then fleeing as a feeble mouse.

It’d be a lie if he had said he didn’t watch you scramble away down the steps from the comfort of his front door and a fresh coffee in hand, watching you stumble over nothing on your way. It was more when you had left your things like a pure imbecile, food and tools and all, and left without even waiting for the incense to finish burning. It was then that he came to the conclusion that you were incredibly clumsy and that served as entertainment to him.

The howls were his test of will. Knowing the dogs were way farther up the mountain than they normally were and supposing they had followed your poor, unfortunate soul during your trek, waiting for the perfect time to strike. And you were practically handed to them on a silver platter, considering you’d left your only knife on the cold wood of his porch.

Maybe he had come down, grumpily disturbed from his peaceful Saturday, more to save himself from cleaning the remnants of someone eaten in his vicinity more than the compassion to save you. But that was a tad bit too cruel, even for him. He thinks it was more of that uniquely curious glint in your eyes as you practically skipped into his sight. Daring enough to ignore those rather ridiculous warnings and try your luck. Delicate as a deer in hunter’s perspective. As often as he’d go out to restock supplies in neighboring towns would he never come across a visitor in his own domain. Call him quaint, but it was a mediocre surprise.

He prods the fire, making it crackle and reflame with more vigor. It had barely been a few hours since he’s saved you by the skin of his teeth, almost caught in the landslide himself.

He checks the wound on your leg once more, cleaning it again before securing it in bandages. If only he had gotten there faster, Yoongi tsks, but you’d strayed from the path and he could only follow the prints so quickly before they were covered by the flurry. By the time he found you again, you were knelt in front of the pack and submitting to your death. Had he not been on a hill, had he not been able to utilize his useless wings to glide down before the snow had claimed you first…

You groan softly, unable to roll around without a searing poker sinking into your thigh with each attempt. Contrast to the icicle state the rest of your body sported. You felt like hell. Like hell in hell guarded by those hounds. Hell in your thigh and hell in your head and hell in—

“Don’t move too fast. You have a fever and I just replaced your bandages,” a disembodied voice orders. Your eyes snap open to tall, wooden ceiling. Sitting up is your first horrible mistake, dropping back down immediately with a pained wheeze.

“I just said not to move too fast. If you can sit up normally, you should drink some water. I have some here,” it speaks again. You try again cautiously, blurry spots ruining your vision the farther up you scoot. A silhouette is kneeling beside you, maybe a cup in his hand but you’re too jumbled to confirm.

Yoongi tries his best to fold in on himself, lowering the obvious limbs stuck to his back and appear as human as possible. You wouldn’t be able to run again in your state but he tries his best to be courteous to your skittishness anyway.

“Where… Where am I?” You dazingly question. You don’t really… recall too much. Last memory somewhat muddled between your send-off and contact with those treacherous wolves, very few in between and serving no importance if you couldn’t remember how it ended.

“You’re safe in my house. In the mountains still. You passed out pretty good out there, been out for a bit. Now drink.”

It’s easy to do as your told with you’re running off little brainpower, downing the water hastily.

The voice scolds, “Hey, slow.”

At some point, you can see again. The blankets that cover you and the large room you inhabit. Of course, the seraph from earlier that awaits by your seat. His seat. But you feel no urgency to scurry into safety. You were discombobulated, sure, but you knew enough that this man was kind enough to bring you into his home and care for you. So you fold back the material slowly and watch his face contort into confusion as you try to stand.

“I’ll be on my way. I’m sorry to have bothered you. Thank you for treating me.”

“Woah now. You’re in no condition to be standing. Besides, the path is blocked. Snow was too heavy and caused a slide. I doubt it’ll clear until the spring,” he informs, looking out the window as if to drag your own attention to it. The snow stopped but it’s fallen a few feet, at least. The path, you remember, chased by wolves and led into an ice trap. The few split moments in which the man must have scooped you up before your demise, remnants of being carried back towards his estate.

His place, in which is even more amazing inside than it was outside, a luxurious wooden mansion of sorts, tall and spacious and filled with those incredible windows that displayed better than you could have ever dreamed. The man himself that sits beside you draws full attention. Despite his position, he was large and still intimidating as the moment you crossed sights for the first time. Hair matching his wings in dark palette, soft and delicate looking. His face anything but, sharp eyes and thick brows, lips that curved into a simper. Above all, he looked more human. Even as radiant and prepossessing as he was, if the cape of wings didn’t follow him where he went he would look just as human as the rest of the population.

“Are you a seraph?” You ask dumbly. Dumb, because he laughs and because he obviously is.

“Are you a human, pretty thing?” He retorts. There’s no condescending lilt to his words but it makes him seem otherworldly to you. With such a provoking question and your lightheadedness, he seemed a blessing to be inhabiting such an earth.

You melt into the cushions once more, leg throbbing and eyes heavy. You watch his wings as they bob with his breath, “They say it’s bad luck to lay eyes on the wings of an angel…”

“Why would that be?,” he scrunches his nose, maybe a little appalled by the idea, “Such a misleading myth. Besides, I’m no angel.”

You don’t know why he stands to leave the room after that, unnoticing how you fall back into sedation a minute later.

Part Five

You wake with clarity. Check your thigh to find it almost completely healed over except a now lingering scar. All’s left is a dull soreness but god it felt so much better. Enough to stand and stretch in the empty room. Enough to coherently realize that you only wear your underwear while the rest of your garments hang torn and sadly on the fireplace screen. It’s not as unbecoming if it had to be done for the sake of your health and wellbeing, right?

Getting dressed is easy when you don’t even bother with your robe, the gash decreeing it useless and instead tying Taehyung’s scarf around your shoulders as a shawl over your tank. You’re lucky it didn’t get torn.

There’s a fleeting moment where you really think you miss Tae, feeling a little regretful to being so afraid of his proposal in light of the recent accident. You’re sure he must be worried sick; must think you’ve perished under the debris and snow if he’s come to look for you. As his best friend, you solemnly wish he was here to hug you close and promise that it would all be okay. To fend off your shame and welcome you back into the village with teary eyes and a warm smile.

“Ah, human. You’re awake.”

You whip around to discover fox eyes in the door frame, poorly lit now that it’s nighttime. The moonlight pairs well with how it sits on his milky skin, almost something out of a painting.

“It’s Y/N. Not ‘human’.” You answer a little sharper than you mean. He notices too, quick to wave it off since he really had popped up out of nowhere. He tries your name once on his own tongue, a satisfying thing to say.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Min Yoongi, in case you don’t want to call me seraph all the time.”

You suddenly grab your thigh, rubbing it over your pants in questionable disbelief, “How long have I been asleep? My leg is almost fully healed…”

He rubs at his eye, a little nonchalant about the scene at hand, “Only overnight and throughout the day today. It’s probably quarter to nine about now. I had medicine to help your cuts heal over nicely. Call it, uh, advanced seraph technology.”

The gashes hadn’t been incredibly deep to begin with, thankfully not going any further than the first layer of skin and just really causing some bleeding, but it was still amazing. The feeling is short lived. Even if only a day, you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Thank you, um, Mr. Min. For saving my life and everything after that. I’d like to repay you sometime. But for now I’m afraid I should be heading back, I’ve stayed for too long. I’m sure I can find some way over the path.”

It dawns on you that Yoongi is a little facetious, especially when he purrs a, “Well you can do whatever your little heart desires, but I’m here to remind you that there is no path. Here, look out the window.”

You do, tiny bit distracted when he stands by you to point out the ridges of the mountains that surround you. “See those? How they curve in towards the top and how it sort of resembles a bowl? This area was made only for seraphs to get in and out of generations ago; flight only. Trying to climb it would be suicide on both sides. The path that goes through was strictly for human use, and if that’s blocked, there’s no way out, little one.” You weren’t the shortest in your village but Yoongi truly was massive, both lanky and filled-out somehow. Like there’s underlying strength to his lean build. You’re sure if you were to stand directly in front of him, the top of your head would barely surpass his sharp shoulders.

You disregard his name for you, a bit annoyed at this point, “Could you not fly me over the pass?”

Yoongi repeats in disbelief of such a daring request, “Fly… You over the pass… No. I’m sorry. I won’t do that. If you truly want to figure it out, you should do so soon. It's storm season."

Gritting your teeth, you express your discontent for once. What did he save you for, then? For points? You didn't know members of the almighty seraph clan were so keen to half-completed deeds. "And why not? Wouldn't you rather I be on my way? What am I supposed to do if I can't leave?"

"You forget yourself, Y/N. Did I not save your life? Chase after you and save you from being crushed? Buried alive?" He takes a second to straighten himself out, aware of how you look to your feet in frustration.

"Hey," he starts again, "I know you'd like to go home. I only tell you the truth of your situation in its entirety. If I could fly you over the pass I would but unfortunately, I'm out of commission."

You feel heat in your face, embarrassed of the way you address a complete stranger even after all the things he's done for you. But this was frankly a sticky situation to find yourself in, trapped and unable to get Yoongi to help you any further. Though you do wonder what he means by his last statement...

"I'm... I'm sorry. I don't mean to make demands. I'm just scared and in a place I'm not used to and I'm not quite sure what I'm to do from here. Is there no one else who can help me over?"

Yoongi averts his gaze before he shakes his head, "I'm the last one in this country."

That's even more odd to hear but you don't prod for information that isn't yours to learn.

In silence, you contemplate the work that even went into carrying another human body by use of wings that were structurally built for the owner's own weight and possibly nothing else. Now was not the time to be ignorant.

“What am I supposed to do?” You mumble weakly. Yoongi watches your gears turn warily, stress surely beating down on you.

He rubs his neck, ruffles his left wing, “Listen. I promise I’ll help you back come spring. You won’t be able to make a dent in the landslide as long as it continues to build with snow every night.” He tends to forget that humans are pack animals, often lost without one another and feeble in the hands of species not of their own.

Your doe eyes, beginning to well with tears, convince him over tenfold, “I’ll help you in any way possible to pay you back for all the things you’ve done. I know I’ve caused nothing but trouble but if you have the room, is it possible I stay here?”

And Yoongi had enough vacant rooms to house a whole herd of deer now that he’s been alone for these sum of years. It really was no trouble… and he could make use of you as long as you stayed. His brow shoots up, “You can stay.”

Your grin is enough to light the whole room encased in night’s darkness, looking back down to the ground now knowing you had some hope to hold onto in such an eventful day. A whisper of a thank you Mr. Min is thrown in and Yoongi can feel his fists tighten.

He clears his throat, standing a little taller than he already is and acting strict, “But there are some rules. And you can just call me by my first name.”

Part Six

It's always a little weird trying to adjust to new scenery. Though your past experiences have been anticlimactically different than this; not exactly the first time visiting a friend's house or dropping off delivered goods from Seokjin's shop and awkwardly facing an elder who forces you to stay for tea.

Yoongi had shown you around the areas you needed to know. Offered you the closest room to the main part of the house with a king bed, fresh sheets and your own majestic window to stare out of. The living room which you had rested in before and the kitchen, grand and spacious just like everything else. He showed you a greenhouse out back that was utterly ginormous. Stone walkways and a hot compost keeping it from freezing, rows of plants you both have and haven't witnessed before. And again, he showed you what you needed to know.

That goes onto the chores he assigned you as long as you stay, to help him clean come Sundays and manage the plants throughout the week which served as no problem. At least with horticulture you proved some use, struggling throughout the weekend to do anything else but cause Yoongi a bit of a headache.

Tuesday rolls around and Yoongi stops by your room with stationary. Tells you he has a messenger bird to deliver any letters you desire to send home and you hop on the opportunity quicker than the landslide had tried to eat you up.

Of course, it was an exceptionally long letter. Longer than the papers Yoongi had given to you and he had to fetch more when you looked absolutely devastated sitting at your desk. You began with the simple phrase, "I'm okay." Filling it with a volley of explanations and apologies, how you were nearly killed, how the seraph had scooped you up to safety and how you inhabit his home now until further notice. You write how you talk, sure the recipients are sure to read in hushed mumbles and run-on sentences. You explain that there's no use to try to get home now while the clouds continue to precipitate and gate your only exit from the bowl-like wonderland. You end with how you miss them already, a request to send back an update or two every once in awhile, and a final wish to have a happy winter without you (though you're sure they won't appreciate that joke).

You think, if they really receive the letter, how terribly furious they'll be with you. Taehyung and Jungkook will probably come hiking up the mountain to try to put a dent in the debris and fail miserably. Your aunts and how they must feel even the tiniest bit of guilt for thinking you so small and helpless. Mina and her jealous wonder that you've done it now, how you've seen a seraph before her and you're positive she'll have a flurry of questions when you return. When you return.

You come out onto the balcony to pay your respects to your so-called "messenger", pretty white thing large and wide-eyed. Humorous is the familiar to another winged being, bird of a feather, you chuckle to yourself. Yoongi pays no attention when he murmurs directions to the bird and sends it off, straight in the direction you were hoping.

Thursday and you think you finally have your routine down. No longer unsure in the hallways and able to sit when your work is done without feeling completely out of place. It's only when you're around the other member of the cabin do you feel a little subdued, reminding you that you burden him and quickly finding something to do out of that guilt.

❋

Today you feel a bit sluggish. You drag yourself down the corridor, opting for the bath until you see a dark head in an open room. Yoongi sits in his study, presumably reading with his back facing you. You can't say you've seen this room before, ceilings just as tall and walls just lined with books, journals, art pieces and things of the like.

"You can come in," he snickers suddenly, maybe feeling the heat from your eyes boring into the back of his head and warming the space entirely.

"This is amazing... Your collection, I mean." You force yourself down in a chair, hands trapped underneath your thighs in case they feel like touching anything.

"Thank you. It took quite a bit of time to build it up. Not by myself, of course."

It makes you ponder. If he's mentioned his state of loneliness twice, then your questions were expected.

"There were more, right? Family of yours? Why are you the only one left?"

"One question at a time, yeah?" He swivels around and takes off a pair of reading glasses that you would have liked to inspect on his face a bit more, "I can't leave because I can't fly, remember? They left because they held no other duty tied to this land. That's all."

You quiet. He returns to reading whatever it is on his flat desk. "Why can't you fly?"

"Because I was hurt."

"How were you hurt?"

"Next question."

"What are you reading?"

"A story of a girl with a terrible habit of too many inquiries."

"You know, I loved to read when I was a kid. All kinds of things. Novels, studies, maps even. Now I never have the time for such pleasantries." A wistful sigh leaves your lips.

Yoongi eyes you beneath his lashes, watches as you survey the room with giddiness and hands taut underneath your bum. "Why's that?"

You frown, "Too many things to do. Jobs and cleaning and family and stress. If I have time to read, I have time to be doing something more important."

His lips curl, amused at this little play-thing in his room. Like a child scolded all her life, whining and pouting in front of a stranger. Yoongi stands tall and shrugs his sweater tighter around him, "Well then, you'd better hop to it."

"Hm?" You squeak, chewing on your lip when you meet his eyes. So innocent.

"You only have the winter to read these. I'd get started soon. After work is done and you want to poke around in here, feel free to do so. Take them to your room if you'd like, just please return them."

And he swears he sees damn stars in your eyes before he turns and leaves the room. He hears your immediate footing once he's halfway to his room, little yelps of excitement enough as his thanks. Yoongi can't help but smirk, eventually floating away and speaking way out of earshot for you to hear.

"Nothing is more important than the things you want."

Part Seven

After a month, you find it a little boring. After receiving a teary letter of how your family misses you, not one ounce of scold or chastisement more than it was just wholesome relief to see familiar handwriting, their only wish was for you to stay obedient and not write so often as to waste poor Yoongi's paper. It was typical, somewhat stress-relieving. And that was that.

It was often you spent your quiet interest reading of botany and romance (in what little you found of it) preferably in his study on days he's holed up in his room. At this point, he still remains somewhat of a mysterious entity, conversing when he must and accidentally showing his face once or twice like a ghost. The only times you really see him are for Sundays with idle chit chat.

One particular evening you find an old, ratty recipe book. Handwritten and falling at the seams and that's how you know that there are some golden tips in there for you to test out.

You choose pumpkin bread. Something to warm the palette while ice continues to build outside. And working in Yoongi's kitchen by yourself was oddly fulfilling, no one to correct you or send you off to another job if you fail to do the first. It's probably why your bread turns out perfect, slicing the loaf and placing a piece on a small plate for a friend.

Rather, someone you'd like to establish as a friend.

You haven't seen him once today; not odd but a little lonely. Pacing on the carpets and looking for an open door with any sign of a sly angelic being. Even after a month, it's the first time you've freely made something with intents of sharing with him. Was that rude of you?

Coming upon a jarred entrance, you speak softly, "Yoongi? Are you in there?"

No reply.

You clear your throat and toe the door open just enough to stand in its frame, "Yoongi? I made some pumpkin bread for us—"

Thank your soft voice does it not wake him, still a snoring log in a bed even larger than yours. His limbs sprawled widely, laying on his stomach and breath soft and slow. Sleeping in the middle of the day while his guest slaves over the stove must be quite nice, huffing subtly and placing his plate on his night desk. Sure to be spoiled even more when he wakes to a treat.

As you turn, your eyes can't help but dawdle over the expanse of his wings. One covering a naked back and one hanging off the side of the bed, a marbling effect of muddled sepias and ink blacks, occasional golden ochre pigments seeping through the deepest layers of feathers. It was utterly breathtaking. This has to be one of the first opportunities you've had to inspect them so, equating staring at his monstrously large wings the same as blatantly staring at his junk.

You draw close like a moth to a damn flame, checking to assure he's still sound asleep. Reaching delicate fingers, you dare to lay a palm on the mass. It's surprisingly strong, an odd firmness as you slide your hand down silky plains and watch as the feathers ripple by your touch.

Then, as if you weren't dumb enough to foretell the upcoming events, he wakes.

A whirl of darkness encases you, whips you around so fast that you see stars in the middle of day, completely flipped and pinned to the bed beneath you. The intense heaviness makes you recoil, unable to budge your wrists and legs with Yoongi's strength.

And his face of unadulterated fury is one that would be ingrained into your memories forever. Pupils dilated and nose scrunched like prey warding off predator. Yoongi was surprised to say the least, a scared frenzy of confusion as he growls down at you.

"What were you doing, human?"

Your weeping gains no mercy, "Ow, you're, you're hurting me!"

"What the fuck were you doing?" He spits.

Incoherence is not what he asks for but that's all you can give, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I won't touch them again I was just—"

His wings which were so beautiful to you before, makes you feel nothing but fear now, flapping angrily as he keeps his balance and shrouding you in shallow lack of light. When he lets up on his grip, you gasp like he also held your breath. Immediate relief streams through your blood, though he continues to trap you between his thighs. He asks you again and you sob.

"You know what happened the last time I let one of your kind close? Nearly fucking killed me for no reason. You know why I can't take you down the mountain? Why I'm stuck here by myself? Because a goddamn human stole my ability to fly. I can't fly anymore, do you understand me? That's all that I was and they took it!"

Yoongi sees the pity etching onto your face like some sort of charity case. With your pathetic excuse for tears that claim to sympathize with him and it makes the bile in his throat grow. As for you, you could have never imagined such a travesty. Those words that seem to bounce around in your skull, to be wholesomely one thing and to be rid of it by someone else's doing, you could never relate to that.

You itch to relieve his pain in some way as if he never lashed out on you to begin with. Like you were the one truly at fault here even though you know it's a two-way situation. Your hands struggle to not touch his face, to attempt to alleviate those dark, regretful feelings. "Yoongi, I'm so sorry. I would never—I would have never known--I'm from one of the villages where we look up to the—"

"Yeah, well I don’t trust people," He cracks, lungs filled with muddled sorrow.

Both of your breathing is ragged. He takes his leave off your body and sits on the edge of the bed, wings lamely drooped.

"Leave." So you do.

Part Eight

You find the most beautifully carved wooden bow the next morning. Sun barely risen and adventuring around in nooks you haven't looked through before. You find it, accompanied by plenty of arrows, leaning against the wall right outside the backdoor. Though it's been months since you've last hunted, you ache to make use of yourself. Wearing bundled layers of the clothes Yoongi let you borrow from what was left and bounding through the condensed areas of the woods behind the cabin.

Food isn't scarce to hunt for, you've come to realize. Rabbits abundant and easy to kill once you got the hang of it once more. Two are struck and red seeps through white. You always sink your knees into the ground after each kill, whispering your thanks before you move back to the house.

Taehyung's father had taught you the basics of hunting and fishing and everything that came after that. Skinning and cooking and preserving the flesh something everyone in the village should learn to do, he had said. Even after your mistakes, even after your hesitation for your first kill, he'd always pat you on the back and reward you with the first bite of fresh food.

You miss them all, especially now. It wouldn't be long until you saw them again with maybe a bit of heightened skills. You hope they'll be proud of you.

Yoongi wakes a little after you're finished cooking the first rabbit. He stumbles in quiet and groggy, as if having no recollection of the previous altercation. But he doesn't speak, doesn't so much as look your direction before he plops at the head of the dining room table and begins to sulk in an odd inner-turmoil state.

You wait a minute or two by garnishing the meat unnecessarily; perhaps he was waiting to say something. To apologize. To ask questions. To kick you out once and for all. Well, you'll beat him to it then.

You set his plate down in front of him, the jarring sound breaking his trance enough where he can finally meet your face.

"I hope you don't mind I used your bow. I cleaned the arrows afterward and put it back where I found it," you hesitate. "I appreciate your kindness thus far; to take me in like this. I was a complete stranger and you gave me shelter anyway, so I thank you. I've packed and cleaned and I—I think it's time I leave now. I'll find a way to get over, I don't care. And I'm, I'm so sorry for all the trouble I've caused, Yoongi. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable but I overstepped my boundary way too far yesterday and I apologize profusely."

You find that you dig your nails into your palms as you talk, head craned parallel to the floor and you wonder if Yoongi could even hear you when you were so rudely speaking to the rugs.

"Stop, you don't... You don't have to leave. There's still no way you can get over the snow." He massages the back of his neck, tense in his own skin.

"I'm so sorry," you repeat. "I let my stupid curiosity get the best of me and I can very clearly see how that made you feel alarmed and uneasy and—"

He cuts you off, "You know the myth, right? How it's bad luck to see a seraph's wings?"

Confused, you nod.

"It's not literal. It's a metaphor that it's bad luck to see our vulnerabilities. Our faults. Years and years and years ago, when the war was still active, I got mixed up with a human. Within enemy boundaries. I was naive and trusting and they made use of that. They sought out my weaknesses, ate 'em up and covered my suspicions with false adoration and love," he says the word like it's an illness, "But then. But then one night, they put something in my water. Drugged me. Something was wrong and I didn't fully go under. I suppose their original plan was to take me, probably torture me as a prisoner. But I caught on and still had a bit of composure and when they realized the drugs didn't work, they sought to kill me instead. Used a dagger and plunged it into my back as hard as they could. Right," he reaches an arm behind and massages a spot, "Right in the cross-section of where all four wings meet. I should have been paralyzed but we're tough. I can still move them but I haven't been able to fly since. Thank heavens I wasn't killed but..."

You can tell by the way that there’s no emotion in his statement, how true it rings, "That day, I might as well have been."

You wipe the pools of tears with your scarf, heartbroken for the shattered man that sat in front of you. Having to bear the sight of his wings every day and full-knowing he would never be able to use them again.

His voice croaks, "In their eyes, my own family's eyes, I commit a sin just by making such a fool of myself. The war ended and I was punished. They left me here and claimed loneliness is what I deserve."

Yoongi then realizes he sounds as if he's trying to justify yesterday's actions and literally sinks to the ground, "This isn't supposed to be a pity party. I just thought you might want to know why I am the way I am and how I had no right to snap like I did. I know you're from the north most village. And that you would never try to do what they did and I was wrongfully paranoid."

Then, out of all things unexpected, he grabs a bare ankle and lifts it out of the length of your dress. When you hobble, he grabs your gentle hand with his other to balance you. He can see the marks he left, not too dark but enough to tell and he can't help but despise himself. In pure remorse, he presses his lips softly to each bruise, not lingering for more than a second, before cowering to the ground with his head low.

"My sincerest apologies, Y/N. You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I prefer if you wouldn't. I'd like to get to know you and redeem myself, as selfish as that may seem. Maybe, until spring, I can make up for the things I've said and done—"

You sputter, voice too high and full of embarrassment as you struggle to pull him up, "Please! P-Please get up! I am at fault here! Don't kneel, please! You have nothing to make up for!"

Mouth agape and eyes wide, he watches you yell your affirmations and weakly tug on his arm. It was like watching a little kid throw a fit and that makes him chuckle aloud, how could he have ever suspected you as harmful? When your large eyes shed tears like no other and you impulsively make decisions for others before yourself. You were kind and he could see that. He laughs hard and you stop your squawking.

In disbelief you fall to your knees right beside him, looking plain stupid while you're at it. It occurs to you that you've never heard him laugh like this, smile so wide that his eyes crescent endearingly and it just lights up the room. After watching his handsome face radiate forgiving happiness, you join in too.

You eat rabbit together. The conversations from there on out easier to come up with, more emotional and found in the midst of tranquil understanding. Like you now shared a bit more of each other than before.

Occasionally, you think of all the sadness he must have accumulated until now. Of the things that happened to him that shouldn't have, and those years of isolation and abandonment that he suffered. But now you realize, too, how he's able to laugh and continue on despite those melancholy winters in a desolate place that he once called home. How it's all he can do as his only sign that he's still alive.

Part Nine

The weeks after that seem to breeze past you; time racing when you have more things to do and someone to do it with. Yoongi really meant it when he said he would try to make up for his past harshness; never daring to miss a meal, spending more time in the livelier rooms if it meant that it was to accompany you, going as far as helping you out with your own chores if he hadn’t taken them over entirely. It was a polar opposite of who you knew before.

The first time he joined you to hunt again, in favor of how you had cooked his meat the last time, he layered himself in clothing that made his appearance softer than you’d ever imagined. Leaning towards darker garments that contrasted against his opalescent skin.

In some haughty attempt to show off your archery skills do you aim for a squirrel in a less-than-mediocre angle, letting the arrow fly without a second thought and piercing good ol’ trunk. Yoongi had a fabulous time laughing at your mishap, yanking the wasted arrow from the bark and handing it back to you.

“That was a horrible shot,” he said.

The temperature of your cheeks could have melted the snow, taking the thing with shaky, embarrassed hands, “I was being hasty.”

“You got two rabbits. I know you’re good. Let me just show you some things.”

You walked behind, letting him tread through the snow first so it was easier for you to fall into his prints.

“There. Squirrel,” he whispered. Probably the same one, mindlessly crawling up and down trees like target practice.

“Let me see your form again.” You aimed, self-conscious and probably showed it. You shivered when he swiped a hand under your grip arm, pushing it back.

“Keep it aligned with how the arrow is facing. Completely centered. You can widen your feet a little too,” his voice soft. “Don’t completely lock your elbow but tighten your back muscles before you hold. Does that make sense?”

“Mm. It won’t stop moving though, the squirrel.”

“Watch this.”

Then Yoongi had dug through the snow for a small stone with enough weight to throw. Aiming for a far tree to the right, he tossed just hard enough to cause a knock to echo in its vicinity. The squirrel halts, presumably looking for what caused the noise in its unknowing last thoughts.

“Shoot.”

And it landed perfectly.

He watched you silently each time you had knelt next to the victim and mutter your thanks, both sorrowful and appreciative. It was the first time he ever witnessed someone, frankly, talking to dead animals and at some point he asked you why you did so. You responded with a giggle, briefly claiming how all living creatures deserve the same respect, to be mourned, to not be wasted. Yoongi finds interest in the concept of valuing each as their own and of the same importance in the Grand Circle of Life, probably something his family would never have stopped to think about. The seraphs had always placed themselves above others in a deserving, self-righteous kind of way. It made him think.

❋

A particularly windy night and you caught him in the seat of his study's window, drawn to the mirage of colliding trees and listening to the croaks of the house on its plot. A muddled bottle sat on his desk, its glass counterpart being twirled in his hand.

"Do you like storms?" You asked.

"I didn't used to," he answered, unfazed by your sudden entrance, "Caused problems a lot of times. But I think they're pretty fun nowadays. And you?"

"I like when there's thunder and lightning."

Yoongi faced you at that, your twiddling fingers and the way you scanned the dim room.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" Although it was a question he poured you one anyway, barely anything more than a few sips worth. Obliging, you took the liquid. Pride a little stung in all honesty, pretty aware of your high tolerance.

He tittered, "Don't pout. You can pour as much as you'd like. But this stuff is ancient, concocted from poison and the desire of Death itself. Watch yourself."

It was always a trait of yours to take on a challenge, though, ignoring his warning and foolishly gulping it down. The burn was subtle despite its awful, awful taste, yet you poured another and let Yoongi watch you spiral down the rabbit hole.

Two stories and one half-glass later and you draped yourself very unladylike on his desk, too warm and too moist and too loud.

"Yoongi..."

"Yes?"

"Min... Min. Mr. Yoongi."

"That's wrong but that's me."

"Yoongi you have to keep a secret. That I'm going to tell you! From Yoo—from Yoongi!"

"Wait, that you're trying to keep a secret from me or—"

You must had forgotten, instead focused on bunching your skirt and tying it higher up your thighs, "Soooo hot. Too warm. I'm going to leave it like this, ‘kay?"

"You don't have to pass it by me. They're your clothes," he said, biting back laughter. His accidental peak of pretty, bare legs could have made him think different though. Reverting his gaze back out the window, he wouldn't have been surprised to see lightning that night.

Taking his eyes off you wasn't his best idea. Hobbled out of his chair and sneaking to his place with hands buried in feathers before he could shy away. Yet the wonder stained your eyes with childlike amusement and he wouldn't dare change that face. So he idled in a flustered mess, relaxed in the way you unknowingly massaged his muscles.

"Pretty wings, Mr. Yoongi... Can I touch them?" You asked stupidly. Yoongi grumbled.

When you finished evaluating, you swiveled awkwardly and tripped over his knee, a yelp escaping your lips as if he wouldn't catch you in one swift motion and onto the safety of his lap. Yoongi could smell the bite of alcohol that stained your breath; could see how swollen and red and beautiful it had made your gentle face. The proximity was deadly and your innocent, apologetic features could have slain him right then and there. You didn't even make another peep, eyes drooped in what he assumed was embarrassment for your clumsiness.

In which he thought wrong, your hands slapping each side of his face and squishing it together horrifically. "Pretty face, Mr. Yoongi."

"Alright, time for bed."

You fought all the way until he tucked you in, out with soft breaths and sprawled arms. Even after he had laid you down to rest and calmed back in his lair, there was no slowing the fondness that grew in his ribs.

❋

You don’t know when you’ve started looking forward to Sundays, springing out of bed in the morning with a green thumb and a will to dig, or so you imagine. You knew Yoongi would be waiting for you in the greenhouse and spent a little extra time rinsing your face, doing your hair, and double-checking nothing was in your teeth.

Yoongi was already checking the pots when you had gotten there, wrapped in black per usual and winking as you walked by. The familiarity by now was tangible. There was always a nice flow to your conversations and Yoongi doesn’t back away when you naturally find yourself in his space like he used to. It was both a prideful accomplishment and an endearing new relationship that sparked joy every time you were able to do something together. To step back and see the difference over your time spent here, the things you’ve done, and the way Yoongi warms up slowly.

He watches you mindlessly hum as you harvest what you can, voice soothing when most times it would have been dead quiet. That’s what it felt like being around you: like a void suddenly filled, his whole being gravitating to your aura. You were addicting, if he had to admit.

The scarf, somehow pristine despite how often you wear it, is shuffled up your neck as you do one thing or another. Like a constant reminder that it’s there, you always feel the need to touch it.

Yoongi points to it, “Did you make that yourself?”

“Hm?” You follow his line of sight and crumple the red thing in your hands, “Ah! No. It… It was a gift.”

“Ooh, from a suitor?” He doesn’t mean any harm when he jests but it prompts the things you’ve left at home. No matter how much you’ve tried to suppress it down and not nitpick on the responsibilities you’ll have to return to. Awful as it seems, it makes you take notice to the sun and how it begins to peak out more with every day. You push the thought down once more.

Instead you laugh nervously. Yoongi knows immediately when you say nothing but, “Mmm…”

His gut twists from a melting of surprise and disappointment. How could he be so dim? To not even hypothesize the mere possibility of someone else being in your life. Though the feeling weighs heavy on his head, he speaks lightly and with a smirk.

“You must miss him then.”

“Yes. Of course. We’ve known each other since birth and have been best friends for as long as I can remember!” You chuckle, “He gave this to me right before I left and claimed we could get married once I returned. I was so shocked that I made myself sick thinking about going back. Just nervous, I suppose.” Taehyung, as expected, never said anything in the occasional letter updates to you. He meant it when he said he would only wait to talk about it for when you came home but you ponder how he feels now; what he’s been doing. If he’s changed his mind once he’s realized how incapable you are that you couldn’t even do the Offering correctly, but you know that isn’t true. Maybe just wishful thinking.

You throw dead leaves in the compost and Yoongi eyes you.

“’Shocked’? It’s not something you’ve been looking forward to?”

You look down, “It’s not that I—I don’t know! I just have seen him as family for so long and then there’s this sudden proposal without even talking about it beforehand… And everyone expects it. For me to just be married and have a family and all of that but I just, I just don’t see that for me so soon.” Your words begin to jumble and Yoongi hasn’t seen you so stressed within the span of twenty seconds before.

“Forgive me and my input but isn’t the most important thing what you want? You could just turn down his proposal,” He suggests like it’s the easy answer, hoping you don’t suspect a hopeful tone in there.

“Does it really matter what I want?” You stop to think about the people who matter to you and what would ease their minds most when it comes to your future. Marrying Taehyung seemed like the only option. “I can’t turn him down simply because I don’t want to. That’s selfish.”

“That doesn’t make very much sense to me.”

“Well,” you sigh, “in the village it’s courtesy to accept a marriage proposal regardless of how you feel. It’s the receiver’s obligation to be grateful towards—”

“Is that how humans treat their women?” Yoongi spits, agitated just by the thought. He leans against a table next to you, arms crossed like he’s simply not having it, “To ignore your own say and force you to think you should just be appreciative? That’s some bullshit.”

“It’s not as serious as I’m making it seem it’s just…” You think of your aunts and the elders and Taehyung’s mom. How you’ve grown into a nuisance, lacking here or there. The time where you were supposed to return to the village after a successful Offering and marry and finally be someone to be proud of. “In my case, especially, it’s probably better off I’m just someone’s wife. I’ve never been much to begin with.”

And that’s truly heartbreaking for Yoongi to hear, so much that he becomes enraged with whatever twisted society you grew up in, “Y/N. What have you been doing these last few months?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean, what have you been doing? Just sitting around? Watching me sweep circles around you? Serve your meals on a silver platter and draw your baths? No, because you’ve been doing that yourself. For yourself. By yourself.” The look of confusion on your face causes him to huff before he continues. “Sure, you were a little rough around the edges with some things but who isn’t? You hunt, you cook, you read like no other, you do a lot of great things and it’s not because you’re trying to do it right. You do it right when you like what you’re doing.”

“Yoongi, I understand. Thank you but you don’t have to—”

He walks toward you, lecturing on. “I know it’s by unwanted circumstances. But has your time here been horrible? Have you despised being here and doing these things?”

Your answer is immediate, “No. Not at all.”

“Has it not been nice to have your own space and do things simply because you want to? Because you were thinking of yourself?”

“I-It has been… I don’t know where you’re getting at.”

Your legs hit the corner of another table and you notice he’s backed you up into it.

“So, you go back and you do what you want like you have here. Don’t worry about what they think. Wait until you’re ready. Marry for absolute, unwavering love. Be a little selfish,” Yoongi hooks your chin with his index and props it up. You didn’t even realize you were looking to the ground. “Look up.”

Your heart stammers, “But Taehyung…”

So Taehyung is his name, Yoongi thinks. He frankly does not care.

“Do you love him?”

“W-What?

“Perhaps I was mistaken. Do you want to marry Taehyung because you truly love him?”

You see his lips before you hear his words, parted and nearing you bit by bit. So close that you feel his warmth, aching to close the distance. “I…”

A shovel clatters onto the stone and Yoongi removes his arm that’s found its way around your back, shuffles backwards and lets your hand fall from his face. It was natural to touch him, you realize, unaware that you feel distant and cold when he’s away.

Yoongi picks the damn thing up and curses. It wasn’t like him to be so forward, close to doing the unimaginable to you. You, who was involved with someone else. Heading towards the door, he ruffles his wings like he’s restarting.

“Forget I said that,” he requests, “I’m going to wash up.”

You nod, frozen in your spot with legs too unstable to dare walk. Without even knowing you had reached for him, so close to doing something you’ve only been secretly daydreaming about of recent and how incredibly wrong it was for you to think this way. But in another sense, you would feel worse lying to yourself by saying you weren’t attracted to the seraph. It was a twisted contradiction of emotions and you could scream.

Needless to say, you don’t see Yoongi until the next day, and even then nothing is mentioned of the almost.

Part Ten

On Tuesday, the bird returns with a letter from your family and Taehyung. It’s brief, with evident relief that the snow is melting and how happy they’ll be to see your face. Your heart sinks at how much you miss them yet how angry you are to receive the letter. To what extent would they be happy to have you home? Until you dare humiliate Taehyung when you turn him down? To dishonor your name and his parents and gain the glances of people who care more about your failures?

You calm and shoo such immature feelings away. Yoongi is confused when you don’t send a letter back and you return to your room early that night.

❋

You haven’t had a full night’s rest that entire week. You’re sure Yoongi notices the tension and that makes you feel horrible, but the lingering necessity to run to him and never go back to the village is too prominent to just face head on.

He’s been checking the trail every day, making dents on the softer parts of the snow when he can and updating you when he returns. You know he doesn’t want you to leave and you know he thinks you feel the same. Maybe it would have been better if you hadn’t said anything about the proposal that day.

Flipped onto your back, you stare at the ray of moonlight that floats atop your bed. You would miss it here, so much that it hurts your throat. You would miss the windows, the kitchen, the greenhouse, the library that Yoongi was happy to share. It goes without saying that you would miss him the most.

Unprompted imaging of a possible future with him interrupt your thoughts, something so uncertain and fortuitous in comparison to the stone-set fate you have now. What the stoic seraph would think if you just asked him to stay a little longer, until you know you would never leave. The landslide and how much you had hated that unfortunate event seems so insignificant now, replaced with a dimmed appreciation for this life detour, no matter how short lived it will end up.

You’re probably on the verge of sleeping now, thinking of the incident and it’s wild connection to your present out of pure lunacy. You could bet your entire existence on the fact that you were meant to meet him; your entrapment by the snow no mere coincidence. Neither was Yoongi’s endless solitude atop this mountain. It had to be fate that you two were to meet at this moment and your heart feels it so strongly.

Even for you this could be too far-fetched, or maybe you were just trying to cover up the way your heart is undoubtingly falling for Min Yoongi.

Final Part

You prod the logs, provoking them to catch more of the fire. In your last night do you decide to pour a glass of wine, kneel on a pile of blankets and snack on the charcuterie board you made for yourself. In the past, you used to be so hesitant about helping yourself to the manor’s amenities, having no problem doing it now.

The lame, weak fire is your only source of light in the large living room, clouds blocking the moon from shining through. You feel, immaturely, just as cloudy. Set in your intentions to leave your feelings locked away as to not cause more trouble, confusion, and inevitable heartbreak.

“You look quite comfortable,” Yoongi surprises you and he can tell when you jolt. Speaking of the devil. He looks great in the dark too, leaning against a wooden pillar with folded arms.

“Well, it feels like I’ve lived here for quite a bit. Just,” you break to sigh with exaggeration, “soaking it in before I leave. Too beautiful to not.”

If not for the crackling between the wood, it’d be dead quiet.

“Would you like to join me?”

He titters, rolling his eyes before he walks your way. Laying on his side, you offer him your glass. “I hope you don’t mind that I used the wine from the ritual contents. With the stuff you normally drink, this must be nothing.”

“Like water to me but I’ll enjoy it nonetheless.”

You cheers to nothing with one glass to share. Occasionally picking off meat and fruit from the board and enjoying how the fire builds up.

“Your family will be so happy to see you.”

You hum. You suppose they would. Avoiding the bitterness you still associate with the thought.

“And I’m sure Taehyung will be too.” He says a little clipped. Not in a way to be facetious or sarcastic but because he feels the need to address it.

Yoongi is caught on the carmine scarf again, downing the rest of your poor wine.

Forcing a smile, you speak faintly, “Let’s not talk about that.”

At this point you both know. He nods to keep you happy, but there is no hiding or pretending. In front of the flames, your lies and justifications seem to melt away unspoken. Changing the subject, you shove him lightly, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone. I don’t think you’ll ever learn to bake as well as I do.”

He tuts, which is refreshing. “I’m great at cooking and baking, I’ll have you know. It was just nice having someone else do it for once.” You feign betrayal and scoff aloud. He mumbles low, “But I’ll miss you for more reasons than that.”

And he breaks an unmade promise not to bring it up again. Feeling the need to throw it out in the open and even with the simplicity of admitting that he’ll miss you, you really know what he means. The seraph feels for you. He feels deeply. Yoongi doesn’t expect a response, just pops more food in his mouth and rests his eyes.

You contemplate, following suit with a bite to a grape and thinking hard. What to do. What to say. How to say it if you did. You weren’t supposed to feel this way and it goes way beyond the rule of even coming in contact with a seraph, let alone unconsciously falling in love with one.

But that’s just it: how you live by assumptions and rules based off the words of the ignorant villagers and the elders, how they all believe the seraphs are all still here, how they think there’s a direct relation to the Offering and a year’s good harvest, how it’s bad luck to see a seraph’s wings when it’s brought you anything but. If you learned anything from this winter, it was that you found you own way of living, thank the curiosity your home curses you for. Making your own path instead of aimlessly walking one that was already paved. You learned to trust yourself a little more while Yoongi propelled you forward and believed you deserved it all. You learned you did deserve more. You learned what love really felt like when it was new and fresh and exciting and real. And Yoongi. Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi was the wine to your previously empty glass, and this winter with this man, it was heaven.

You decide the realization is enough for you. Have been gifted with so many things and blessings that you’re grateful for the chance to have met someone like him.

“I’ll miss you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi tastes bitter in his mouth. He felt that if all these years left alone in a manor of silence and rejection was to eventually meet you he would do it a million times, but if all you could reciprocate was this then it just wasn’t meant to be for him. It felt unfair but it also wasn’t his decision. He takes the sourness with him and stands. “I suppose I should head to bed.”

Your sad stare breaks his heart, even more so when you give up and nod. The fire catches your attention as it pops and you leave it at that. He tries to walk away, footsteps haunting, until he stops altogether.

It comes unexpectedly when he wraps his arms around you tightly, pressing his knees into your back. A weird sight it is to see his wings unfurl and curl around your rigid body. “Are you satisfied? Is this enough for you?” His voice is soft, like he could take either answer as long as he heard it from you directly.

“No.”

“Why don’t you ask for more.”

“You’ve already done too much for me, how could I possibly ask you for more?”

He hisses liar into your ear. “Is it your family?”

“No.”

“Is it him? Taehyung?”

Here you are again, faced with a question that tore you apart in the garden while you ached to be with Yoongi anyway. But there were no distractions here; nothing to interrupt your thoughts. Just you, Yoongi and your truth. He loosens his grip so you can face each other, knees between knees. Instinctively, you reach out for his feathers and indulge yourself with their softness. He pushes his wing into your hand as if to bribe you like a child.

He grows impatient, “Do you love him?”

You don’t waver, “No.”

A quick glint in his eye, a sort of relief, and then he finishes what he’s started and kisses you. It’s wrong how right it feels, lonely lips moving in tandem to find comfort in one another. Yoongi leans into it, absolutely devastated by your simple touch. The strength of the wine remains on your lips and he can’t help but lick into the flavor, drunkenly entranced by such luxuries. Yoongi’s hands can’t stay, snaking up your back, caressing your face, dragging his knuckles across your jaw and finally grabbing at the scarf. Carefully, he unwraps it from your neck, slow enough to feel it tickle your shoulder blades, before he folds it respectfully and places it elsewhere.

You sigh, more weight taken off your shoulders than there should be.

“Is this okay?” His voice raspy, speaking into the corner of your mouth. You’re stiff, nodding shyly and lacking the fire you brought up until this point.

He rewords, “Do you want me?” Yoongi feels the need to confirm, waiting for this moment for so long that it seems superficial. Like if he’s not careful, you’ll disappear into another one of his many short-lived dreams.

“Of course I want you, Yoongi. I want you more than anything…” But your eyes flicker to the ground, your lip tucked between your teeth.

“Then what’s wrong, lovely? You don’t have to.”

“No! I want to, I just… I’ve never done this before. I want you so bad but I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing—”

His laughs are light, his hand on the small of your back as he dips you onto the floor. Holding himself above, he plants a soft kiss on your cheek. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you. I want you and we’ll go slow and if you decide you don’t want to anymore, we won’t.”

The way he makes you feel, how gentle he is, you couldn’t imagine a more perfect way for this to happen. It eases you slightly, letting your arms snake around him in an attempt to let your guard down. He’s patient and wonderful and you mumble about it. “Mhm, okay.”

The night robe he’s gifted you now poses a problem, his slender fingers looping through the bow that keeps it wrapped, “Can I?” You nod again, and he unties you like his own present. The feeling of being bare in front of him becomes apparent when he sucks in and the heat from the fire dances against your skin. Other than that, you look to the window to avoid his face.

“My love, look at me.”

His commands are easy to follow but you cover your breasts to hang onto your last bit of pride, granting eye contact at the least.

Face flushed, you can tell he, too, is trying his best. “You’re incredible. More prepossessing than I could have ever imagined. You shouldn’t be embarrassed in front of me.”

“Well,” you retaliate, “it’s hard not to be when I’m the only one naked.”

He grins at the challenge, sitting up to shed his layers, never noticing his garments having to wrap around in a way to accommodate to his wings. You just thought it was just a more ornamental way of dressing that the seraphs took to. He’s left down to tight underwear that hugs him incredibly, beautiful milky skin exposed and tinted with golden light. “Satisfied?” He lilts.

“You look like an angel,” you trace indents of faint abs. Wide shoulders that taper into a tiny waist, a slim build that you could study forever.

He kisses your words away, pushing you into plush comforters and pillows. A makeshift nest unintentionally built for the two of you. A groan rewards him when he licks your bottom lip teasingly, taking your wrists swiftly to pin them above you. “Pretty thing, I don’t have a halo.”

He starts from the top, kissing each inside of wrist before moving down your arm, slithering onto your shoulder, then into the crook of your neck with gentle suckles. Teeth grazes before puncturing, eliciting a yelp from you that satisfies him. He does this over and over, decorating the canvas of your neck.

“I want to burn you into my memory. I don’t ever want to forget this,” he moans with a wake left down until he meets cleavage. His muscles were relentless, impatient and eager, wanting to worship ever square inch of your body as you rightfully deserved. Your squeaks serve his purpose, his muse as he continues his ministrations down.

Out of nowhere, “I don’t want you to leave me, Y/N.” The profession makes you giddy, happy you’re not the only one who feels so. A hidden insecurity acknowledged and lifted.

“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.”

“Let’s talk about it after?”

“Mmm.”

He reaches your stomach and doesn’t hesitate to nibble there too, flinching when your hand flies to his head and buries itself in his hair. He ditches his current plan to grab your hand and plant a kiss to your palm in a second, making you giggle.

He admits, “I like when you touch me.”

“I want to. I feel so useless letting you do this alone.”

“You’ll get a chance if you’d like later. But right now, it’s all about you.” Husking it out. Of course, the idea sounds blissful, but the scene of having you cum by his actions sound better. “Need to cherish what’s in front of me properly.”

So he dips dangerously, laving at the skin above the hem of your panties and hooking his fingers under the sides, “Please,” he breathes.

“You… can do whatever you’d like to me. I want it all.”

He tugs his lip between his teeth, pulling it down. An unexpected wetness strings between your skin and the cloth and you both see it; him amazed, you horribly mortified. You stutter trying to explain yourself, oblivious that you could even feel as aroused as you do now. But his forehead falls onto the jut of your hipbone and you can hear subtle teasing in his tone. “I-I’m just as nervous and that was so incredibly sexy. I don’t think I can go on, shit.”

You laugh stupidly. “Quiet! Not another word! Just hurry up and—”

That terrible habit of looking away becomes your biggest fault, unprepared for Yoongi to filthily bury his tongue into your heat. He flattens his tongue and tantalizingly drags up until he can just barely flick your clit with the tip. Growling in the process.

“You are so sweet. The sweetest I could ever have. You will be the end of me.” Rushed in panted breaths as he does it again. And again. And again. So much that the growing sound of wet against wet echoes in the empty room and renders you paralyzed.

The feeling of it makes you squeamish, like you want to move, buck your hips, pull his hair. Despite the lewdness of having his rough tongue against you and lapping you clean, you could never ask him to stop.

“You just… keep getting… wetter…” He says between turns. “You really wanted me this much?”

“Yoongi—ah! Please, I can’t. It feels weird.”

“You don’t want me to continue, my love?” He asks lightly, blowing cold air onto damp skin and really forcing you to buck.

“No! I just… I have never felt like this. I want you to but I can’t sit still.”

“Oh? Let me help you then. But you have to let me finish.” So you shyly nod and loosen your legs. He uses the prompt to scoop them underneath his arms and attach the back of your knees atop his shoulders, your hips curving up and towards him in a new, tight position.

“Yoongi!”

“No matter how you feel, just let it happen.”

Sultry wails are music to his ears when he brutally sucks on your clit, licking your folds here and there and using all his strength to keep you in place. He spells out his love with his tongue, digs it into you sweetly. His power, though, anything but kind.

“Uncover your eyes,” he orders deeply.

You whimper, begging for mercy.

“Look. At. Me.”

Unveiling your view, his stare immediately burns into your veins. Looking at you under dangerously slanted lids and that sinful mouth. Holding you in place with strength that could leave prints into your soft legs. With one roll of your clit under his teeth, you feel in ways you never knew how, as if all the pressure that built up in your abdomen suddenly overflowed with a tight burst. Choked sobs and hand gripping his hair enough to make him moan into you, vibrating wonderfully as he works you through it.

He lets you go, remnants of syrupy arousal trickling down his chin; watches your legs fall open widely and your chest heave for air. Your features bring him joy, loving the way your hair sticks to your face with sweat, eyes closed, and brows knit together in concentration. He loved seeing you painted in warm hues and although he was never an artist, he could replicate this scene exactly how it’s displayed in front of him.

“How do you feel, lovely?”

You respond with a weak smile. “You’re so cruel… Min Yoongi.” You felt flimsy; weightless. A feeling you could come to love too much if you aren’t careful.

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” slithering back up to rest his head in your neck, giving you more kisses like you haven’t had enough. You’re happy he’s back, massaging your hands over his torso, up his neck, down his spine. And then you hit it and he tenses.

Thick and raised, an area between his wings that softly juts out. It was fairly large and the texture varied from the rest of his beautiful planes of skin. It was a scar. Wide as a dagger.

“I wish it wasn’t there. I know it’s—”

“Yoongi, baby.” You nudge him to lift his head and he does unwillingly, face turned away. “My Yoongi, it’s nothing. What happened was horrible but it’s over. And I will do everything in my power to make it up to you by giving all of me.”

His lips stop you tenderly, a whisper of affection that pours out love, “You didn’t do anything. In fact, you’ve made me better. I wasn’t able to feel anything for a long time until you. So. Thank you.”

Any remaining embarrassment vanishes. Not when Yoongi’s done his part and you would do anything to take care of him.

Sweat molds your bodies together, heat emanating from a fire that’s ablaze now. There’s a private summer in this room while winter continues outside and it feels special to you. It’s hot here, hot when Yoongi scrapes his teeth against yours, hot where his pelvis lays. You take notice to the hard thing twitching against your thigh, making you flinch.

“Ah, I’m sorry. And we’re in A Mood and all.” Yoongi snickers.

“Don’t be,” you purr, feeling a bit lustful and reaching down to grab it through the cloth.

He hisses, “Fuck! Fuck, please, I’m so sensitive at the moment.”

Ignoring him, you unskillfully maneuver your fingers around him. Just touching to be familiarized with it. He surges forward accidentally, sighing in your ear as he shamelessly humps the space between your groin. You use his distracted state to pull his shorts down, the sudden reality of his skin touching yours bringing about sensual noises from the both of you. A sudden spurt of precum makes it easier for him to drag his heavy cock against your hip.

“I’m sorry. It just feels so good.”

“Stop apologizing. I’ll help you.” You stare down as you flick your wrist, encircling him with fingers shaped in an o and pumping him slow.

“Squeeze,” he pleads and you oblige.

“Is it… supposed to be this large?” It’s a stupid question to ask, especially when you’re not entirely clueless. You know his size exceeds average proportions.

“Don’t spoil me. Seraphs have always been larger than humans. Height wise, I was the smallest of my brothers though.” Which seemed unimaginable to you, not when he towers over you and could easily devour you in a hug. Cock hanging low and barely able to keep in your single hand. He must be acting coy.

“Now you’re just bragging!”

“I’m just being honest. I’m automatically pleasing to the likes of you,” he chuckles.

The dampness overflows, smears over your skin in incredible amounts and how you wish you could taste out of pure curiosity, but he has other plans for you.

“I don’t think I can hold myself any longer. Please.”

“That’s… fine. Um, should we? Like this?”

“It’s so hot, could you flip on your side?” You roll and he figures he’s made a mistake. Entranced by the way your weight, breasts and soft curves, naturally gravitate down in a seductive pose.

“Like this?” You ask, unaware that he could simply die right now.

He lifts your leg to rest on his shoulder again, easy to stretch. “Perfect, my love. I’m going to go slow. If it’s too much we can try again another time, okay? No rush.”

Challenged by his kindness, you shake your head, “I’m fine. I’m ready.”

Whatever’s left of the arousal between you both is more than enough to let him enter easily. Head of his member no problem to push past that initial tension.

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

But it’s his shaft that makes you keen, entire length seeming endless as he fills you and overloads your maximum space. You cry, nerves making you writhe, “It’s not going to fit all the way—hah…wait.”

Yoongi struggles to hold himself back, perspiration dripping down his nose, “Are you okay? Does it hurt? It doesn’t need to, I’m pretty close to being all the way in anyway.”

“I’m fine,” you pant, head lolled to the side as he stretches you out in an odd, numbing way. “You can… you can move.”

His hips test it, pulling out so little to only be sucked back in with a leveled grunt. “Baby, you’re barely allowing me to.”

“It feels so tight,” you sigh, worried that if you move it’ll really begin to hurt.

“Ah, really? Let’s do this then.” He quick to please, wanting your pleasure before his own and getting you to flip, propped onto your elbows and filled from behind. Smooth chest meets your arched back, him hiding a kiss below your ear while he’s there. A moan aches in your throat as his dick unintentionally digs deeper inside, easier to move and to the hilt.

“Is this better, Y/N?”

“Hah… Yes. Yes, so much better. So good. Please move.”

His hips roll, just enough to grind into you which feels nothing but euphoric in itself. You mimic each other’s lusty whimpers with every movement. Caving into each other’s kisses and licks and pants that you feel synchronized.

Yoongi grows impatient with himself, exaggerating how he pulls out and slams himself back inside. The mere force that he fucks into you sends you forward, opting to lay on your chest and bite the blankets beneath you to keep from screaming. “You feel so good. So, so good. I’m sorry it hasn’t been long, but I feel like…”

His wings fall at his sides and cover you in shadow. It’s weird to see them like this, in a way you could imagine the perspective of having them yourself. But it covers you in unnecessary warmth and makes you grunt.

“It’s hot,” you admit with a quick breath, “Let me on top. I’ll finish.”

The way his member slides out; the way it leaves you tensing over nothing is a sad, needy feeling. You don’t slow at the chance to lay him down and take control, straddling him and watching his face contort in loving awe.

Sitting on him is an entirely different feeling and Yoongi keeps himself from cumming inside you right away, a choke in his throat. “Fuck, fuckfuckfcuk. Y/N, I won’t last like this for long please—”

“I’ll make it quick.” You lean over him, palms to the ground as you start moving, grinding and using him to your advantage. The nerves start again and you shake with pleasure.

“Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi!”

Slender fingers dig into your velvety hips as he forces himself into you with harsh, quick jabs. “Baby, I have to cum.” He smooths his knuckles over your cheek, pulling you down into a tongue heavy-kiss in an impossibly fiery caress.

The ramming he enforces take incoherent sobs from your lips. You feel a ghost of a smile, sure Yoongi is enjoying your shameless display of indulgence; coming undone before his very eyes.

You arch into him, clenching tighter and falling onto his chest. With impeccable timing he pulls out, strings of hot white flooding between your stomachs.

“A lot,” you complain.

“Mmm. Because I’ve been waiting so long to have you.”

Without the pressure of moving, you lay on him despite the humidity. Petting the underside of his wings as they drape so gracefully against the blankets and the rug.

“Yoongi?”

“Yes?”

“I need to go home tomorrow.”

His heart sinks, “Oh?”

“To see my family. To come home and let them know I’m okay.”

“Yes, of course.” He’s afraid that you won’t come back, though.

“And… to turn down Taehyung’s proposal in person.”

Yoongi looks down and can’t see your face but he’s imagined it’s worried. “Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah. And Yoongi?”

He waits. You speak again, “Do you really want to be with me? For me to stay?”

“More than anything.”

He feels the tug of your cheeks on his chest; a wide smile.

“Then I’ll need to get my stuff.” And that makes him want to cry. After traumatic betrayal and years of loathing his punishment of isolation, he’s finally being let out of his cage. Free to be with someone that cares for him as much as he cares for you.

Your last thoughts remain on the fire and how it’s the only other entity to to swallow your talks, plans and confessions. Of his feathers like his arms as they fold in comfortably next to you, feeling like they’re meant to be there. Like you really were fated to be skin-to-skin with this man in his manor. Entwined by trust and love and an unprecedented future that would be everything as long as he’s in it. An irony of a useless girl and flightless wings.

Yoongi watches you fall under, wiping his thumb over your lips, trailing it down your chin and covering your naked body with his wing. Slumber finds him soon after, mind stuck on his self-epiphany that he had to lose his wings to gain you, and how incredibly lucky he is to have it that way.

a/n: ahAhaA, i’m sorry. please feel free to let me know what you think.

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❝dear dori...❞ lmh ― f.

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you find a stray cat, and as the kitten rushed outside, she ran to the coffee shop to reunite with her owner and the barista minho.

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a/n: had this idea and it seemed so cute and soft. also this is for @mikoto-ica-fics. i think the threesome will be the worst fic ever and the most time eating shit but i am working on it! <3

plus for the other two minho stans i know uwu @mini-meanhoe & @nightshade-minho

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“Go! Go back!” I said to this thing following me, for a good 20 minutes straight. The fast walking of it scared me even more than I usually does. Yes, I am scared of cats, but here I am going home but this cat is not going to leave me.

“Come one! Go!” I tried and tried, but this kitty is not going to leave me alone. With another look at this cat, I saw that it has no collar. This cat is no way older than a year and is just going around the dark streets of Seoul?

The broken sounds of this probably exhausted and tired kitten was echoing in my ears. I looked back at this cat, deciding if this cat looks hungry or just having a walk, maybe this cat just wants to annoy me. Gladly my house was just in this area. I got inside but before I could do anything this little thing just stalks in my apartment. Just walking right past me and making itself comfortable on my small couch. I quickly went up to the kitten and started to freak out since there were no animals allowed in here.

“Hey, little kitty. I know you are probably very tired and just want to sleep a bit in a warm place but I wi- Wow I am talking to this cat.” I interrupted myself mid-sentence.

The meows of this stray cat was translated into a simple and easy ‘let me sleep and shut up’. I couldn’t keep this thing in here. What if someone sees this cat? what if this cat attacks me? what if its owner is searching for this cat? So many questions but sadly no answers.

I decided to close the door and just leave her here for tonight. I couldn’t really do anything else than that, so I got out a plastic bowl and filled it with some tuna. I heard a loud grunt from the cat as it agreed to my decision of the food choice.

The small paws of the cat was visible around the corner as it came towards me and my heart began to beat faster. Even though I made some food for this stranger, doesn’t mean I will stop being scared of this thing.

“G-Go to the couch!” I once again talked with a cat. I shook my head as this cat came closer and closer. I stood completely still and closed my eyes as this kitten stroked against my leg, my knees trembling hardly. What have I gotten myself into? Why am I like this? But the much bigger question is why is this kitty so calm and relaxed?

The purrs of the kitten was vibrating on my leg and my foot. The sound calming me down instantly. I opened my eyes again and peeked down. The cats expression was something in between ‘give me the goddamn food already’ and ‘calm down, im not gonna eat you’. I instantly relaxed a bit from the softness and the fluffiness of this little curled up ball.

I kneeled down and carefully touched the head of this little thing, still having a little distance. My shaking hands caressing this kitten. I couldn't believe how I was doing what I was doing, but it seemed so easy and...kind of good.

The purring and the vibration was getting louder. The cat was falling down my hand and just pushed itself to me, shocked of how desperate this kitty really was to be pet was not what i was expecting.

"You are tired...aren't you." I said more to myself, starring at the weak and already closed eyes. I couldn't tell if this cat is like that because it is tired or if this kitten really accepts me. I shook my head, trying to get all lf this out of my head and put the tuna down.

The instant standing up from the cat scared me and I stumbled backwards to the counter. The kitty couldn't care less and ate the food in a matter of seconds. I was shocked by the fast pace of this kittens eating and I stepped back and watched the bowl get emptier and emptier. How can this little thing eat so much and so fast? Well, at least a thing we had in common.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked to my bed to finally lie down. This day at uni was awfully hard, geometry and math quite literally killed me in every single way. Inhale exhale, enjoying this little moment of peace and silence. Not being trapped in the noisy traffic and just escaping this busy city that is Seoul.

I let the door opened and there was this kitty standing at the door frame, staring at me with a tilted head. I don’t know what to do or how to process this cat that has now eaten is strutting to my bed.

“Oh boy.”

“Meow.” The kitty hasn’t meowed once yet and this sound scared the living shit out of me.

“Come on. Go to the couch!” The cat didn’t seem to care about my anxiety rising and just jumped up the bed.

“Go!” She lay down and rolled around on her back, her paws in the air and her playful eyes fixed on me. I saw the little eyes shining and the pupils being small, which meant that she is relaxed...right?

I took my hand and stroked the kitten a little. The purring of the cat became louder and the soft 'meow' was less loud than the other one. The cat stretched out to me and closed its eyes for a little rest. My hand patted her automatically and I lay down again to rest also like the cat.

"No, I did not. Can I please have Nara's transport box?" I asked my sister on the phone, begging to use her

"Y/N, why don't you call animal services? They could help you better than I could."

"I don't want to. I don't want to leave this kitten to those people. I'll go to Mom's and drop her off. She wanted a cat."

"You're seriously giving this kitten to our mother?"

"What else can I do? I myself am afraid of cats and I'll have nervous breakdowns if it meows or moves or even exists in my presence."

"Come on, give it a try. You can bring her to me and I'll take care of her." "You mean it?"

"Yeah, you can't have her with you and I don't want her with Mom." "Why not?"

"Because I know Mom, and she can use everything right now, but not a pet." With that she hung up and a notification came up from a text from her.

‘I’ll be here in 10.‘

A loud knock on the door after I was just done cleaning up the messy kitchen echoed through the apartment. I saw paws hushing to the door and loud scratching noises, trying to know who was having the audacity to interrupt the nap of this stranger kitten.

I stopped mopping the kitchen floor and tried to get to the doorknob to open it somehow. What was interesting is that this cat did not look at me or acknowledged me standing there. The tail was wiggling and I was feeling my angst rise and my hand shake. I opened the door quickly and the cat just rushed outside to the streets. Me and my sister had a moment of staring at each other and not knowing what to do now. One or two seconds have passed and my sister reflex has kicked in better than mine, as she sprinted after the cat and I stuck to the ground and waited for my brain to process the situation.

I quickly realized the situation and ran off to catch my sister in this sprint. I saw her hair blowing in the wind of her fast pace and the shadow of the cat that was chasing something quickly. After the 10 minutes I could finally see that the cat was getting slower but after 15 minutes the cat has crossed the road and entered a coffee shop.

“A coffee shop?? Really?” I asked and was clearly as confused as my sister was at the moment. How could this cat just run for 25 minutes and then casually walk inside a coffee shop with no hesitation at all.

“This cat is as weird as you are, Y/N.” She laughed, well she tried to laugh even though she is kind of having an asthma attack at the moment.

I stepped inside the coffee shop and was still breathing hardly and was greeted by a very floral and very well decorated. The pretty and visibly pleasing to look at cafe was something between what I would imagine heaven would look like if you would think that heaven was a white and pink and blue paradise. I was instantly calmed down by the pastel colors. The chairs and tables were in a purple warm tone that melted well into the scheme of the place. I was greeted with 2 customers who were each sitting on the end of the room and were minding their business. I walked up to the one barista that was working there. He had brown hair and the prettiest brown eyes, the brightest beaming smile on his face and as I got closer to the counter I saw this little ball of fluff curled up in his arms.

“Oh- Sorry. Do you want to orde-” He started but noticed my big eyes on this kitten, not leaving the sight of it and the kitten escaping his clutches to go on the counter to stroke towards me to push it’s head on my hand that was resting on the hard wooden table.

“W-Wow, do you know my little Dori?” He smiled and exposed his beaming smile. I couldn’t tell if my world was turning or if I was feeling dizzy. I couldn’t stop starring at his beautiful facial features. I couldn’t keep my gaze from him and stop starring at this stranger that I do not know at all but this magical feeling this man gave me, was absolutely and undeniably the nearest example I could give for love at first sight.

And it seemed that he was doing the exact same with me, scanning me and not looking at me. He was looking through me and straight stared into my soul. My god, I couldn’t tell you if I was dumb or if time and gravity has stopped for a minute.

“N-No, this cat h-has followed me and I fed her and let her sleep at my pl-place.” I stuttered and never left my gaze from his deep brown eyes that were forming into an eye smile.

“Wo-Wow. That is so nice of you. I was looking for her last night- Can I maybe g-get you something to drink? It’s my last shift a-and we could-” He was as nervous as I was but I couldn’t help but smile hard from the tint that came onto his face.

“Of course, My name is Y/N. By the way.” I smiled at his eyes not knowing where to look at. My face heating up as well and my smile not losing it’s intensity.

“I am Minho.”

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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okAY let’s talk about namjoon learning to cook

hello it’s ur local ‘on hiatus’ writer ahhh ha ha haaa when will i learn : ) this isn’t gonna be a fic bc i still don’t have it in me to commit to a 20k beast BUT i got this idea that i shared with my friends and i wanna share it with you too so uwu buckle up (pls lmk if you would like me to do more of these concept thread thingies, it means i’ll be able to give u more content even if it’s not a full fic)

our darling yn is a famous chef

for someone so young, she’s pretty well accomplished, and she uses her Hip Young Relatability to run her own youtube series on teaching people to cook better

each week she features a budding home chef and gives them reasonable and easy tips to improve their cooking yee HAW

it’s very successful and always goes well until mister kim namjoon secures the Bag and gets a spot on the show

she’s a little sceptical at first bc he seems so smart.... in their initial interview she asks him his cooking experience and he somehow begins to discuss an ancient proverb about potatoes

you don’t get it but it seems poignant

so the cameras start rolling and you introduce ur guest, namjoon does a cute little bow and smiles shyly

the first step is hygiene of course, and he does just fine (maybe he fumbles for a solid twenty seconds with the hand soap bottle but that can be easily cut out in post)

the menu is simple

it’s gonna be a stir-fry, so basically all he actually needs to learn how to do is chop some vegetables and cook some noodles in a wok

technique is important when chopping onions; you need to tuck your fingers holding the onion half in and under and hold the knife on a slight angle away to be sure not to cut yourself

you explain this to namjoon, who seems a little confused as to why his knife is so much blunter than yours

that would be the plastic cover protecting the blade

“an easy mistake to make!” you say

it is not an easy mistake to make

“argh, it’s still blunt!”

namjoon is holding the knife upside down, sharp blade pointing towards the ceiling

for health and safety, it’s better he watches while you do it for him and simply give instructions for “next time”

namjoon seems very amused by the perfect cubes you’ve cut in a matter of seconds

“you could make croutons out of these!”

you in fact can’t, but you don’t think he’s in the mindset to receive this unfortunate news

one thing you can say positively about namjoon is that he is very attentive

he, much taller than you, hunches over your shoulder with rounded eyes and a mouth opened slackly in focus, fingers shyly fiddling with the edge of the bench

he asks questions and nods to everything you say, yet somehow the second the knife, mandolin or grater is in his hand he goes blank

he seems completely out of his depth, lying a grater on its side in his defense u held the mandolin on its side so how was he supposed to know the grater needed to be stood upright

namjoon is doing his best to be proactive: “do we need to preheat the oven?”

“namjoon this is a stir fry, we don’t need to cook anything in the oven”

he stammers, fumbling cutely to explain himself “no, no i meant for the oven timer”

“huh”

“when i make ramen i always preheat the oven so i can use the oven timer”

what the fuck

“namjoon you can use the oven timer on its own, the oven doesn’t need to be on”

“um- okay. yes chef”

you can’t be too mad at him though because as you turn on the stove and place the chopped veges into the wok, he gives a little happy wiggle, immediately smelling the crushed garlic and soy sauce you’d added

“so, we don’t need this to be fancy, we just need it to be nutritious, easy, and delicious. food is your fuel, but it should also be an enjoyable activity, otherwise you’ll never want to do it. most of these techniques i learnt when i stayed with my friend’s grandmother in gyeong-gu, they’re just hearty family recipes.”

“oh, gyeong-gu is lovely,” namjoon coos

“have you been?”

“no.”

once the veges are cooking away, you instruct namjoon to fill a pot with water as you keep stirring away

“it’s not working” he frowns

“?? how is it not working, you’ve got the tap on full blast”

“the water is just going”

you sneak a peak

he’s trying to fill up a metal colander

eventually you manage to put a pot of water on the stove to boil and tell him to grab the noodles to add

“with the wrapper on?”

“please take the wrapper off first, namjoon”

“sure thing chef. i just asked because the plastic is so thin. i thought maybe it was like-”

he pauses to violently struggle with the seal, seemingly not having noticed the easy-tear notch. with a huff, he finally breaks it open and the raw noodles go flopping onto the table (luckily clean)

“i thought maybe it was like how dishwasher tablets have the wrapper that dissolves in hot water, you know?”

“this wrapper doesn’t dissolve, joon”

he nods sadly, picking up and laying the noodles into the simmering water one at a time, delicately. “it would be better if it was. so much plastic these days, it’s not good for the turtles. or the crabs.”

you suppress a quirk of your lips at the way his voice goes so thoughtful and soft, a complete contrast from the overpowered aggression he used to rip open the noodle packet.

“now, namjoon, we should season these noodles a bit. what do we put in, do you wanna guess?”

“cumin” he answers immediately

you blink

“cumin?”

“if i could choose a spice, it would be cumin. do you have any?”

“that- okay, i was thinking some salt, our main spices are going in the wok, we just want something for the noodles to cook a bit better in”

“if i don’t have salt at home, is cumin okay though?”

“everybody has salt, namjoon, it’s very easy to come by-”

“i don’t have salt” he retorts

the pot of boiling water bubbles in indignance

“but you have cumin?”

“two jars”

“d-do you mean those little spice jars? why would you need two at once-”

“i repurposed some jam jars. reduce, reuse, recycle. that grocery store down the road has these massive bins. you bring along whatever container you have and fill it up and weigh it.”

you think the vegetables are on the verge of sticking to the wok, so you hurriedly turn and give them a stir, mind fuzzy

“why would you need two jam jars of cumin? i thought you said you don’t cook at home?”

“i don’t,” he answers easily, then his eyebrows twitch, eyes distant like he’s having a realisation. with a thoughtful him, he smiles and nods his head. “but if i was going to cook, i’d want cumin to be involved.”

namjoon is a genius idiot and you think you are falling for him (panic)

(part 2 coming soon if u want it blease give me and himbo joonie validation)

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bratshaws · 2 years

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through the hourglass 57. brb x oc

THIS FIC IS 18+ ONLY! MINORS PLS DNI!

a/n: WELL THIS WAS KINDA NEW FOR ME BUT I LIKED IT

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Bee discovers a new kink and so does Rooster. Some tiddy work goes on uwu,VERY LIGHT COMPARED TO MY OTHER SMUTS NGL

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Of course, thinking about something was much easier than doing. And Rooster wasn’t achieving much if he was completely honest. From the moment that Beatrice pulled him to the words that came out of her mouth, his mind was traveling to the deepest,darkest areas of his thoughts and his eyes were always on her.

Every time she walked by his eyes would wander, then meet her own shy gaze, an unsaid compromise being shared with their irises only. And he tried to play off how anxious he was to leave the bar, already preparing the quickest route to the car so they could get the hell out of there.

He checked his phone for the time,seeing that Bea now only had a few minutes left. There was only him and a few other patrons in the bar, the Squad already left - not before teasing him and making fun of his gooey looks towards Beatrice like he always did.

Beatrice looked over her shoulder towards him, then down at her phone and mouthed the words ‘Five minutes’ while pointing to the door where her things were. He just nodded, holding his head up with his palm with his eyes locked on the sway of her hips, the same eyes that quickly snapped up when he saw Penny’s legs approaching the table. “Are you ogling my employee,Rooster?”

He licked his lips then cleared his throat, “Just waiting for her to be done,Penny.”

The bar owner chuckled, gently swatting his shoulder, “I’m just teasing,Rooster.” she props her hands on her hips, tilting her head at him, “How’s fatherhood treating you? I asked Bea, but you were the second on my list.”

Bradley laughs softly, dropping his head for a brief second only to look back up, “Honestly? It’s…great. Nikki is such a sweet baby too, it makes the whole ordeal really nice and easy to handle.”

“I can imagine, Bea told me that she’s a quiet one.”

“Only cries when she really needs to and it’s not even a lot.” he smiles, sighing softly as he looks at his hands, “She’s with Bea’s parents tonight, we are picking her up as soon as we get out of here.” and he was thankful there were no messages from his inlaws asking for help, it was all going fine, “And we were worried about leaving her there, it was the very first time after all but it’s been going fine.”

Penny grinned, patting his shoulder, “I think you two are doing great.” her words held more weight than she imagined, especially since Rooster worried a lot about his own role in this, “So don’t worry too much, understand?”

Penny knew about his past because Mav shared about it with her, she knew about the doubts and fears the young Bradshaw had when it came to fatherhood. He just appreciated his Navy family a lot, they really were there for him when he needed them the most, “Thanks,Penny,” he looks behind Penny, seeing Beatrice walking out with her bag on her shoulder, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You should.” she says while stepping back so he could stand up, “You two are young, there is trial and error that could be resolved.”

Beatrice walked up to them with her sweet smile directed at him and he was hooked immediately. They threw a goodbye at Penny, his hand immediately engulfing hers and leading her out of the bar.

He didn’t want to appear desperate, he didn’t plan to, but he did keep his eyes on Beatrice since she was in front of him, and those jeans should be illegal. She wasn’t paying attention because her eyes were locked on her phone, typing back to a text from her parents, “They said that Nikki is asleep and to be careful before the rain comes down,” she turns her head up to see the dark sky above their heads, “Oh. We better step up then.”

But Rooster just tightened his hold on her hand, pulling her closer to him as soon as they reached the Bronco. The car was partially hidden because of the lack of luminosity so he could drop his lips to her neck and nibble the skin just enough to make her gasp, “We will.” he chuckles, almost darkly, pulling back to meet her equally enlarged pupils with a pleased grin on his face, “Shall we?”

She muttered something that resembled a ‘You are so evil’ but she had a smile on her face, walking around the car to the passenger door and disappearing from his view. As soon as he got in as well there were a few raindrops hitting the glass and the car’s roof. Rooster frowned, latching the seatbelt on, “We better go there before it gets worse.” he comments when he starts the car, arching his brow when he hears her soft giggle, “What?”

“...I just…I just remembered the time you showed up soaked to the bone.” the car leaves the parking area onto the street, Beatrice’s eyes following the raindrops sliding down the window, “And you offered me a ride.”

“And you gave me your towels.” he added, “Best smelling towels I ever used.”

“Honestly I was so nervous that day,well, I told you why.” she whispered, choosing to not elaborate why since he already knew. “But…that was the closest I’ve been to you since you came to my house the first time and…I don’t know, I just didn’t want to look at you too much because you were soaked and it’d give me ideas.”

Bradley inhales shakily, licking his lower lip with a little laugh, “Ideas,huh?” she hums positively, “Honestly,I’m so open to those ideas right now.”

“After we get Nikki, then I can share with you.”

“Promise?”

Beatrice smiles back at him, “Of course.”

They were extremely lucky, because as soon as they got home with Nikki, as soon as the garage’s door closed, the rain began and it was strong and loud but not enough to wake Nicole up. Beatrice looks out Nicole’s window, seeing the flashes of lightning in the distance and the roars of thunder that seemed to shake the house.

And yet, Nicole slept through it, barely peeking one eye open and just turning her head to the side. “It’s amazing how she does this.” Beatrice hears Rooster comments, turning her head to where he was against their daughter’s crib, one hand propped on his hip and the other supporting himself upright against the railing, “World’s end and Nicole is sleeping through it.”

“And it’s her first storm too.” Beatrice smiles, looking down at the brown haired little girl who just slept soundly inside, “A cutie…now come on, we need to get out.” Just as she said that,Eleanor and Jack walked into the room, the white dog lying between the crib and the door while her brother lay down under the crib just like he usually did.

Beatrice sighs as she steps out,running her hands through her hair, “Well, it wasn’t so bad was it?”

“No, your parents did great and so did Nikki.” he says, crossing his arms as he leans his upper back against the wall, “And if I’m honest, that just makes me relieved. It means that she won’t give anyone trouble if we need to leave her.”

“That’s true.” Beatrice expected his reply but she got nothing, even arching her brow at him only to see his eyes intensely dragging up and down her body, pausing every now and again at her chest and hips, “...so.”

“So.”

She laughs softly, offering her hands to him, which he accepts immediately, uncrossing his arms to hold her palms against his so he could pull her closer to his body as his lips drop to her head, “We need to resolve…some things, don’t we, Roos?”

“We do and you said you’d tell me the ideas you had when you first saw me wet as a dog and just had the best thoughts for me.” he smirked, lips still touching her scalp, “So,I’m all ears, pretty girl.”

Beatrice bites her lower lip but nods under his mouth, walking ahead of him with her hand still wrapped around his so she could take them to their bedroom. She had her finger against her lips, telling him do be quiet even though she knew he’d be if that annoyingly cute smile of his was any reply.

When they enter their bedroom, Beatrice wraps her arms around his neck as she looks up at him, “I have to ask you something I never did.”

“Mm?” he is a bit distracted since his lips are now nibbling her neck, his hands rubbing up and down her hips, that delicious smell of lavender invading his nostrils.

“I just…well,I don’t think we ever discussed your kinks. We did discover mine.” she muttered, “But, I don’t know…is there…anything else you’d like to share with me?”

Rooster stops his teasing on her neck, slowly lifting his head to meet her eyes, “...my kinks? Baby, you are my kink.” he laughs almost in disbelief, “You know that.”

“Well…yes but,I mean…is there something that you like? More than…what we do? I wanted to treat you.”

He couldn’t love her more and yet she always surprised him, “...pretty girl,” he turns his body so his legs touch the bed and he sits down, leaving Beatrice standing between his legs and his hands still caressing her hips, “You always do…is this because of earlier?” Beatrice avoided his eyes but nodded, “Are you feeling guilty?”

“Well, you always make sure I orgasm every time.” she whispered, “That was…the first time I didn’t repaid you and I guess it bothered me a bit.”

“...fuck you are adorable.” he chuckles, patting his thighs just so Beatrice could sit on them and once she did he wasted no time in running his fingers and palms over the length of her thighs, “You are so sweet, God, you are so sweet…gorgeous you don’t have to worry about this, you don’t have to worry if I’m having my needs met. I always am.” she didn’t seem convinced, “But…if you wanna do something back, hey,I ain’t complainin’.”

Beatrice chewed her lower lip, trying her hardest to cover her smile as she thought about how to respond, “Well…” she chews her lower lip even harder, feeling the flesh turning hotter because of the blood flowing inside, “...I…well…”

“How about you share with me what you thought back then?" He loved how red she always got, “I’m dyin’ to know.”

And so was she.

Except it was because of embarrassment.

She shouldn’t feel this way, especially because…well, they were married now and he had the right to know all the deep, dark thoughts she had when looking at him - and there were a lot of them! - “...well, there was…um.” she inhaled shakily, cursing inside because she did more than she ever thought to him and now she was getting nervous? No. She had to get a grip, “Well,you know I always liked your neck.” The feather-like touch to his throat made his Adam’s Apple bob, but his amused little smile remained, “And…when you showed up I could only–I could only imagine- um…”

“Go on,” he reassures her, “I’m listening.”

Beatrice inhales for courage, “I was just imagining seeing you with your head tilted back as I sucked you off and dragged my nails down your thighs.” Beatrice lets all out in one breath, gulping quietly, “T-Too much?”

Rooster’s eyes darkened the second the words came out of her mouth, the grip on her hips tightened but Beatrice’s words were too much for him to bear. The fact that she not only felt like that even before they dated was doing something to him, “Well…” his mouth felt dry, like there was cotton in his throat soaking all the moisture, “We can work with that,huh?”

“Would you like me to?”

“Fuck,baby I want anything that you want.” he exhales out as if he was holding his breath for more than the few seconds. He cups her asscheeks in his hands to push her further against him their crotches touching and the seam of both of their jeans pressing up against her, “And I’m eager to have it happen.” Beatrice giggles softly before meeting his lips in a kiss, one that slowly deepened into something more visceral than the obvious love pecks they often shared.

Ever since having Nikki the two got very busy and only now they were able to get back to their footing in the usual sexual level they were. Beatrice moans into his mouth when she feels his hands opening the button of her jeans, keeping the sides open and exposing her white lace underwear, “Fuck, is it the one from Palermo?” she nods with her mouth curling into a smile, “You planned all of this didn’t you?”

“Maybe.” she giggles, pulling back to meet his eyes, “Maybe I did, Lieutenant, what are you going to do about it?”

Sprinkling in some rank kink was always a good idea, especially considering how he looked with pure raw hunger in his eyes. Beatrice squeaks in surprise when he slides his hands under her shirt, “Your hands are cold!”

“Punishment for talking back to your superior,recruit.” he smirks, slowly rolling up the soft cotton shirt until it was resting above the curve of her breasts. “...Bea, fuck, your tits are still the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.” and they were flushed red because of her blush making them look like pretty apples ready to be bitten and he couldn’t wait until he was able to. He watches her yank the shirt off, fluffing her hair on the way down and making it appear fuller.

He doesn’t stop her when she slides her hands under his Hawaiian shirt, biting her lower lip as he shouldered it off, his broad frame making the movement unbelievably sexy, “The undershirt too.” she whispered, watching with hooded eyes as he pulled the white tee off as well, exposing his bare chest to her eyes, “...I like you are growing it more.”

“Hm?”

“Your chest hair.” she whispered, running her hand on the dark hairs on his chest, it was a bit more than usual, making it appear fuller. “I know you don’t…like when it’s a lot but I really appreciate seeing it.”

“Do you?” he almost purrs, feeling her hands brushing on top of his pectorals, pushing him back on the bed until he falls down with an ‘oof!’ leaving his lips, “I’ll keep that in mind for the future.” his voice falters when he feels she’s sliding off his legs, throwing a quick look at the baby monitor just to check if everything was fine and then looking back at him.

Beatrice smiles while biting her lower lip, hooking her fingers on the open flaps of her jeans to shimmy them down her legs - biting back the little laugh at his appreciative stare when the fabric stuck between her thighs - and kicking them away, “Well, Lieutenant.” she whispers, “Get comfortable.”

“I am.”

“I mean get a pillow,Brad.” she says sweetly, “I don’t want you hurting your neck when you try to look at me.”

He wondered often how someone like Bea can be so sweet and so sexy at the same time? How was her sentence so absolutely kind yet so flirty? But he does grab one of the pillows to put under his upper back, deciding that two of them were more than enough for him to have an elevated view of her body. Beatrice combed her hair all to one side, leaving the opposite exposed, showing more of the flush on her skin as she fixed the lace panties on her hips, the snapping of elastic against her skin making his eyes immediately drop to that area.

“Comfortable?”

“Fuck,yeah.” his eyes were still on the elastic digging on the plush flesh of her hips, the lace almost like another tattoo on her skin. He just leaned back on the pillow, watching as she slowly crawled on top of him with her hair tumbling over her shoulder and down his face, the beautiful vision that Beatrice was taking all the air out of him. Beatrice smiles sweetly, there was still worry in her gaze as she asked without words if he was truly comfortable, but he nodded with a smile so she could relax.

Rooster’s hooded eyes follow her head as she dips down, soft lips that smelled like cherry chapstick touching the side of his face, right under his cheekbone, trailing butterfly like kisses all the way to his jawline, kissing his scars and the curve of his jaw until she reached his ear. His hands were resting on the expanse of her thighs, squeezing every now and again as she continued exploring with her lips.

When she reached his jugular he squeezed just a bit harder, the groan that escaped his throat was deep and breathy, with a whisper of her name breaking out, “Was this…” he tries to speak but her tongue and lips are too busy teasing that very spot, “W-Was this- fuck.” he felt almost feverish, canting his hips upwards to get any sort of friction against her crotch, “W-Was this part of your…plan…too?” he finally, after losing grasp that he could speak like a grown man, managed to ask her about it.

And all she said was ‘Mhm.’ with the sweetest lilt to her voice, dragging her open mouth down his neck until she reached his collarbones, kissing yet another scar he had there before her lips went down to his pectorals.

He was so thankful for the pillows because he could watch her going down his body without lifting his head too much, her soft hands following the hard lines of his body, nails gently scraping the Adonis lines he had until she hooked her thumbs on either side of his jeans. Rooster’s chest heaved as he watched in silence, her legs no longer on his grasp since she climbed out of the bed to kneel on the floor. Beatrice’s green irises were now a thin ring around her enlarged pupils as she looked up at him, mouth gently touching the bulge that was still covered by the coarse fabric.

She was red in the face, a lot more than before, but the twinkle in her eye wasn’t missed by him. He was glad that she was getting comfortable with them again, with the two of them making love and exploring and having fun together. And seeing her like that now, gently touching the zipper of his jeans and kissing the obvious bulge there was really, really nice.

He could feel her hands climbing up his legs until they reached his zipper, eyes flicking down to see what she was doing only to meet his eyes again as the dull ‘zziip’ entered his ears. His legs slowly got colder, he had to lift his ass from the bed to take his pants off, but he couldn’t look away from her even if he tried. Beatrice returns to the task at hand, this time a thinner barrier covering himself from her mouth and he could feel the wetness of her lips as she kissed his length.

“Bea…” he groans out, clenching the sheets under him as that pink tongue of hers lolled out to lick a slow stripe from the cloth to the elastic, kissing the golden skin that peeked from under it with a little smile on her face. Beatrice bites her lower lip, curling her fingers on the elastic band and gently tugging it down his muscular thighs, his member bobbed up flushed and at attention once there wasn’t anything else holding it back.

He adjusted himself a bit more against the pillows to have an even better view of his wife, his gorgeous, amazing and sexy wife, who just smiled up at him. The same butterfly kisses from before were pressed on the underside of his member, all the way from tip to base and her hot breath made goosebumps form on her skin. Bradley groaned while trying hard to keep his eyes open and at her but it was hard.

Especially when she put him in her mouth, humming happily at his obvious pleased reactions. She popped him out with a wet sucking noise, using one of her hands to rub the entire length in a circular motion, “Good?”

He could barely speak, his body felt like it was on fire, “Holy shit,it’s fucking great.” he gasps out, “Fuck, put me in your mouth again.”

“Hmmm…you know,” she continues moving her hand, the slick sound of her movements only making his body act up, “I have another idea too and I think you’ll like it.” he’s breathing too heavily to understand her words, but he suddenly feels something snug on either side of his member, squeezing it and keeping it tight and warm. He breathes out shakily, his unfocused gaze looking down at her one more time to understand what was happening.

And he had to hold back so he wouldn’t bust one right then and there.

Because his member was pressed snugly between her breasts, those beautiful flushed mounds of flesh that were tightly pressed against it because of her arms, “...is…is this okay?” God bless her and her nervous voice thinking he’d be against something like that.

“Fuck.” his hips were moving before he could stop it, he needed the friction, “Fuck, fuck, oh shit…yeah,It’s okay, fuck, Bea!” he held back a louder moan by biting his lips, his upper body felt weak and he just wanted to lie back down and just let his hips move. But he also wanted to look at her.

No one ever, ever, did that to him and honestly he didn’t know if he could live without the sensation now. Not only that, but he could feel her lips touching him every now and again, “Holy shit,Bea!” he ground out the words, feeling her soft lips kiss and smack his member every time he thrusted upwards, “Fuck, oh fuck.” he didn’t know if he’d be able to go on like this, he didn’t know if he’d be able to handle.

She was so soft and warm all over, he was so lucky, “Fuck,Bea, keep going baby, keep goin’.” his accent got thicker as the knot inside of him was about to explode, “Fuck baby, fuck…fuckin’ amazin’ tits you got. Holy shit.” Beatrice’s only response was a soft giggle, “Bea, I need to–” he inhales mid sentence “- I need to…you–”

“I’m fine,Roos.” she whispered, “Are you close?”

God he was so in love with her.

“J-Just-fuck, a-a few more,” he could barely string out words together, his hips straining from moving up and down against her breasts, “Just a little bit longer, gorgeous, please.” he didn’t see how Beatrice’s eyes shone at that, clearly interested at the sudden beg coming from him. His panting got louder as he felt his climax nearing, getting closer and closer and he had to see.

He propped himself up by the elbows so he could take a good look at Beatrice, seeing those beautiful breasts of hers still bouncing and her mouth licking him every time he peeked between her tits, “Oh fuck.” he growls, “Fuck I could cum just lookin’ at you. You don’t have to do anythin’ oh fuck!” and he stilled with his hip bones pressed tight against the underside of her boobs.

Bradley could barely figure out what was happening since his vision was so unfocused after he had his eyes clenched when the climax hit him with full force. His hips stuttered with aftershocks and he could hear a very distinct ‘splat’ from where his cum landed, “Holy…shit…” he tried his best to control his breathing, groaning out the last reminisces of his orgasm as he looked down at Beatrice.

And he hated to say but she looked beautiful with his cum splattered over her chest, “Fuck…” he was almost pained at how sexy that scene was but he needed a break right now, it was almost like that took everything out of him, “Fuck,Bea…are you okay?”

Beatrice looked up at him,those big emerald like eyes shining and twinkling. He watches as she slowly lets his member slid from between her breasts, her eyes looking down at where the opaque substance was currently sliding down her cleavage. And he has to hold back the pained groan when she swipes her index finger down on it and brings it to her lips, pulling out with a soft pop, “I’m great. Are you?”

And she asked that with a giggle. He just groaned again, in annoyance because he could barely move, his legs felt like jelly, “That was…fuckin’ hot.”

“I’m glad you like it.” she smiles, kissing his bare thigh as she stands to her feet, “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

Bradley could just pathetically watch her with his eyes since he was too tired to move, “Where you goin’?”

“Shower.”

“No…wait, I–” he makes a movement to stand up only to sigh and fall back on the bed, “I…I’ll go there later, fuck.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

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hxseok-honee · 5 years

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important announcement!

hello my loves! i have smth big to tell you guys [well i guess it depends on your definition of big lmao but im really excited]

so, i decided that for now, im going to put my wips list on hold, although i will absolutely be coming back to those, especially since i lowkey have full plots for all of them already so ofc i have to show them the love they deserve. im sorry to everyone that was expecting/looking forward to the aus that i had listed ! but theyll be back dont worry!

i actually wanted to let you guys know about a new project im starting soon! inspired by the genius that is @bloomsuga with her crazy, 4th-wall-breaking headassery that has me hooked at all times, im gonna be starting a Hogwarts Project! I can’t give all the details now, mainly bc it’s a secret uwu, but ill be finishing my series of hogwarts aus from now on! I already have two out [please see Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s respective sections on my masterlist], but ill be completing the series with an au for each of the other five members! im sorry in advance to those of you that haven’t read/don’t like harry potter, but id like to hope that theyre easy to follow / still fun [?? fun??] without all the magic and stuff. i will be ending the series with a [hopefully enjoyable] twist, so please stay tuned! thats the part that’s secret lol

anyway, as for my schedule, ill be finishing Tongue Tied and Just Watch first, so don’t worry about those ! and then once those are done i’ll be starting the rest of the series with Atlas Heart! i’ll be editing my wips list really soon, too , so it wont be confusing for long i promise. ill also be working on the other aus as i go, and i actually have a couple other things in store along the way ;) . ill probably still post my greek mythology fic too, since it’s not a full au and wont require all of my energy [however it’s taking me FOREVER to write bc it’s kind of intense and lengthy, so pls be patient for that!]

that’s all i got for now! im really excited to start, i have a bunch of whacky ideas for the project, so please look forward to it! <333

-honee

#will edit my wips list in a little bit!#thanks for dealing with my chaotic ass guys #i love you all

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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if you sent any asks (recommendations for things don’t count as I have to look around!) since october 17 until october 22 it is in here :)

anon said: The header for your askbox response post is *aesthetic*. I think it’s a really good idea to post one every few days if you have the time. ❤️

well, thANK YOUUUUU!!!!! I put in a whopping 10 minutes into it because I had no idea what I was doing! i’ll definitely be doing asks this way now though.

big dick kiri anon said: !!!!!! ILY HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY PLS HYDRATE 💙💙❤️❤️ -bigdickkiri

Omg love! Please don’t worry about kinktober just breathe! Take your time and try to relax 💙❤️- bigdickkiri

DAMN, that is a LOT. Please look after yourself and don't stress about it love!! - bigdickkiri

I'm very excited. BUT PLEASE LOOK AFTER YOURSELF, DO NOT FORCE ANY OF THIS OMG - bigdickkiri

AHH, AMAZING, TALENTED SWEETHEART, GORGEOUS LOVE, HAVE A INCREDIBLE DAY AND HYDRATE - bigdickkiri

I believe I did have a good day, and I am actually super bad at hydrating, buT ILL TRY TO GET BETTER!!!!

I am breathing!!!! JUSTTT BREATHEEEE!!! I am taking my time now and relaxing to the best of my ability :D thank you so much bdk I love you with all my soul

theres always a lot, but if im not doing a lot I dont do anything so on one hand.... it’s okay LMAO but I will continue to try and not stress :D

BDK I WOULD NEVER WANT TO MAKE YOU THINK IM FORCING THIS OUT OF MEEEE ILL TRY MY BEST TO MAKE YOU PROUD

GHSOGHJIAORGJRGIRAHG YOURE AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, TERRIFIC, INCREDIBLE!!!!!!! YOU HYDRATE AND MAKE SURE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU

@bread-theduck said: We love you and support you ❤ dont push yourself, your mental health is so much more important that kinktober haha. Take all the time you need, we're right here and open if you wanna talk~

I don’t really try to push myself... it just happens subconsciously D: but thank you for the love and support!!!! my mental health is stronger than I give it credit though

anon said: listen! we all appreciate you and your writing dearly but! I think we can all agree that we want you to be okay mentally and physically before you make yourself write! kinktober can wait! you’re more important!! at the very least, pls take a break for tonight.

I honestly can’t even remember when i said I was tired, but thank you for your kind words regardless!!!! I am trying to get better at it because i don’t want to disappoint you guys D:

@saintbullet said: Please take care of yourself!!! DONT risk your health for writing. We care about you so much! Be careful 💕💕💕

I know I push myself a lot, and i’m really sorry for scaring you all!!!! I am trying though, and it just has a lot to do with my mental fatigue and that im judging some hard classes right now then it has to do with anything

anon said: hey it'll be alright! idk whats wrong but i promise everything will work out like its supposed to! you just take care of yourself and take as much time as you need to feel better!! we love u!! ♥️

It wAS MY PERIOD I REMEMBER NOW AHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOO WITH ALL THE LOVE MY HEART POSSES!!!!!!

anon said: periods can be a pain so pls take care of yourself!! drink lots of water and rest up!!!

my period is the worst, if she was a person i’d block her and avoid her irl!!!!!!!!

anon said: Lol ok so gay for Mina anon back and no, I was not the anon who requested it. But lmao, let me take this time to whole heartedly thank that anon for quenching my thirst anyways

oh whoops, sorry for thinking you were someone else D: iM GLAD TO SEE THAT YOU WERE HAPPY WITH IT!!! READER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BAD GUY BUT I COULDN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK LMAO

anon said: I am just planning on hanging out and reading all the lovely writing that comes from this

i’m pretty sure this is about my nsfw/sfw headcanons, and honestly im sooo very excited to start working on them!!!!!!!!

anon said: you have no idea how happy I got when I saw u posted for mina like UGH MY WIFE I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺 N GIVING US GAYS AMAZING CONTENT UR AMAZING MWAH MWAH KEEP BEING THE PERFECT ANGEL U ARE 🥺🥺💞💗💖💕💓💝

AHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT MINA IS LIKE MY FAV CLASS 1-A GIRL SO I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHHHHHHHHH YOURE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU AND YOURE AN ANGEL!!!!!!!

many a anons said: Sorry I didn’t see the part where you said not to request characters that were already on the list I thought that was the list of character we could vote for.

so sorry I accidentally sent a character in that has already been requested, Tumblr didn't show me the follow up posts ;;

nooo I didn’t see the list I’m so sorry 😭😭😭

LOL ITS OKAYYYY. y’all were hoes and kept sending me shouto who I couldn’t even think about deleting from my list... so... you are lucky >:(

anon said: hello! not a request here but take care of yourself anc stay hydrated bb 🥰🥰

I got my water right next to me rn bby :D

anon said: be todoroki’s girlfriend

bitch I am todorokis WIFE, why would I need to dress up???

@girl-with-a-mentality said: You can be todoroni for Halloween.

....you right...

anon said: Thirst post infoo ;3 I found a doujinshi of Bakugo being teased and toyed with sexually with by Ochako, Yaomomo, and our lovely momma Mina

...send it

anon said: GIRLLLLLL

ANONNNNNNNNNNNNN ;)

local dumbass anon said: local dumbass is here once again, i thiink you know who i am and might've found my ig buuuuuut..?

uh.... I don’t know???????? I only followed people on insta if you gave me your handle or followed me first.... also did you cut your bangs?

anon said: Your Monoma scenario was really good!If we’re being honest, though, Monoma would literally start foaming at the mouth if he saw anyone from 1-A making physical contact with his s/o, ESPECIALLY Bakugou. They would have to call animal control because there would be a rabid Monoma in the dorms lol

okay... while you’re not wrong, I just thought 18 year old monoma should have grown up just the tiniest bit! plus his obsession is controlled because of his insecurity so LMAO IDK I JUST THOUGHT MAYBE UGH

@awkward-theaterkid said: I was reading your Day 19 Fic but I couldnt take it seriously, the title "My Way" kept reminding me of the Backstreet Boys "I want it that way" and it keeps popping up while I read it 😂

as someone who only heard that song because of b99 I read this and immediately thought of b99 LMAOOOOO

🍒💥anon said: URGENT PSA: LYSSA IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND I LOVE HER -🍒💥

Hello Queen Lyssa, I finally read "And They Were Roommates" and have absolutely no idea why I put it off so long! ITS A MASTERPIECE. Each chapter is addictive and the slow burn and angst destroyed me 😭 The smut in the final chapter is flawless and sooooooooooooooooooo H O T. Shoto wasnt even my favorite character but he might have to be now (or at least in my top 3) 😰 This is my new favorite series and I cant wait to re-read it!!!! YOURE AMAZING AND ILY. You own my soul now -🍒💥

URGENT PSA I LOVE YOU CHERRY EXPLOSION AND YOURE AMAZING :D

ATWR holds a special place in my heart uwu.... HAOGHIOSRGSIOGJSIHG THANK YOU!!!!! SHOUTO IS AN AMAZING CHARACTER WHO I LOVE WITH ALL MY HEARRTTTTTT

~ thank you to @didyoumeanme, @kittenlordofdarkness, @soafers for submitting memes and animal pics for my rommate, much appreciated :D ~

anon said: Did the local dumbass anon ever cut their bangs? Do you know?

....I dont know, but I just asked her rn >:)

this paragraph is dedicated to those surrounding to the meltdown mess that occurred yesterday. to each and every one of you who sent me kind words via my askbox or directly contacting me, thank you. I really want to move past this because I feel by holding on it will make me feel less inclined to write because of my guilt. of course, I do not expect you to forgive me, or trust me in my story of how it went down, because at the end of the day it was my mistake for trusting in someone to write with pure intentions when I didn’t know if she could. im trying to continue on with my best foot forward and im grateful for those of you who trusted in me. I swear I will never push myself again, and that I will instead take my time in order to publish my original work and only my original work and not take anything that comes from a “friend”. know that I love you all, and I dont know how to take it easy so my break lasted a whooping 10 hours, and my blog won’t discontinue until im done with bnha or...I get into medschool which is still 3 years away, I am taking care of myself, im staying hydrated, im trying not to put myself down anymore, I will keep going, & will forever continue to be more careful with what I post. also, no one was really coming for me, so don’t worry if you thought so lol. (to you 9 anons who expressed their kind thoughts to me, thank you. to big dick kiri anon thank you. to @bqkubabey, @flayvus, & @ultimate-shit-poster thank you so so much you really helped me not drown myself in my own guilt.)

anon said: i hope you’re feeling okay today :((

I am feeling a lot better. unfortuantely I did make myself really sick yesterday because ive never been as stressed in my life ever, but im okay now. there’s nothing I can do more for what happened so I will try to continue on as best as I can and I appreciate you caring... ilysm :)

@ikinabi said: Your writing??? Actually god sent 🥵👌 and the way you write Mirio gets me GOING

BAHAHAH NOOOOO ITS NOT PLAFUAOGHJIPRAHAR MY MIRIO PIECE YOU LIKED WAS MY FIRST PIECE ON HIM AND OOO BOY I DID NOT DO HIM JUSTICE

anon said: fuck buddy iida is a thought that has never crossed my mind but now that i’ve seen your post i am intrigued haha

well... it is up :) if you wanna check her out :)

anon said: You dont have to answer if you dont wanna but i just wanna see if your okay. I hope your end your doing well and not stressing.

i’m doing much better than I was yesterday!!! I just needed to rest and calm down and stop attacking myself. thank you for checking in!!! it means so much :,)

#ask lyssa anything #lyssa doesnt shut up #anonymous

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7hyuns · 6 years

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to be a lover

wong yukhei x male (not really specified) reader

warnings; smut, soft lucas, two switches pretty much

word count; 5k words

requested; yes!!

- lucas smut where the reader has a big fat crush on him and thinks he’s into hardcore rough sex but when it comes down to it, he’s actually just really soft and gently and is worried about hurting you. bonus points if it’s for male readers

a/n; i tried to put less plot into this one so pls let me know whether you prefer this or the layout i did for my mark fic uwu

You weren’t entirely sure why your heart had begun to pound in your chest from the panic of being just fifteen minutes late to your class. It wasn’t as if you had a perfect track record; you had woken up late and missed the beginning of your classes countless times. Maybe it was the idea of walking into your class dressed like you had just rolled out of bed, maybe it was the lack of coffee in your bloodstream, you didn’t know.

The sound your shoes resounding off the tiled floors was the only sound in the deserted hallways. Your first perception of college was that people would be swarming around constantly, but that didn’t appear to be the case that morning. The closer you got to the door of your classroom, the more you fought with the idea of just turning around and leaving. Skipping one class couldn’t hurt much, but it also wouldn’t do anything to benefit you. What you wanted, more than anything, was to go home and sleep for as long you possibly could. The weight of week was resting ahead of you, even more so with your late start on a bright and early Monday morning.

A deep huff passed your lips as you opened the door, seeing everyone seated and tuned into the lesson already. Small buzzes of annoyance went through you, seeing your usual seat taken by someone else as you scanned the room for another empty option. Upon first glance, there didn’t appear to be any; the classroom packed with more people than seemed normal.

You turned to look over at your professor, eyebrows raising in the hopes that he’d point you in the right direction. He already seemed irritated at your interruption, and now that you were preventing him from continuing his lecture. When he cleared his throat and gestured to the third row of tables, your heart went up into your throat.

The day, you decided, could not get any worse after this hour was done. You dragged yourself down the space separating the rows of tables, avoiding eye contact with everything except your shoes as you sat down in the only vacant seat.

The lecture picked up again; the voice of your professor droning on as people turned their attention back to him. However, your mind swarmed loudly over it, making your hands shake just slightly as you searched through your bag. You mentally counted the items you placed on the table, a regular habit of yours to make sure you had everything. One: your notebook, two: your textbook for this class, and three: your pen. This routine was natural to you, and you counted up the first two items before sighing as you dug further into your bag. You moved every other item in it around; digging past your phone, your keys, your wallet, all in search of the pen that never moved from your bag for longer than the hour long slot of your classes. But it wasn’t there, no matter how much of your stuff that you moved and adjusted, the pen you had every day without fail was gone.

Now, you weren’t a superstitious person, but you couldn’t help but think that there had to be something wrong with today. You didn’t even want to accept the very probable possibility that you had simply misplaced it at some point over last week, you wanted to blame the universe for making the start of a long week so painful.

“Everything okay?” A voice to your right asked, and when you turned you saw him; the very reason you were so nervous about getting this seat. When you admired him during every other lecture, you would stop yourself and wonder if he was half as beautiful up close, and as you sat impossibly close to him, you could confirm that he really was. The soft brown of his eyes stared at you curiously as you looked wide-eyed back at him.

“I just, forgot my pen,” you stuttered back, watching as he smiled and nodded in easy understanding.

You slumped back in your seat when he turned away, feeling both relief and disappointment that the first time you spoke to him had been so…casual. And so short. You went to delve into angsty reflection on this when you felt something tap your arm. You glanced over, half expecting to see a bug of some kind, but instead seeing the boy to your right extending a pen in your direction. You attempted to push back the blush on your cheeks as you accepted it, opening your mouth to thank him before he unintentionally interrupted.

“I’m Lucas, nice to meet you.” He offered you his hand to shake, his eyes not moving from your face while you shyly accepted.

“I’m ___, thanks for the pen.” You turned your head back in the direction of the professor, flipping your notebook open without paying any attention to it. You already knew that the chances of you getting any actual work done in this lecture were slim to none, so you neglected to even look like you were paying attention.

By the time the lecture had come to a close, the excitement of talking to Lucas had dulled slightly. You had spent the hour rationalising it, boiling it down to friendliness and disappointing the part of your brain that wanted to keep daydreaming about it. You packed your stuff up slower than usual, consciously copying Lucas’ speed in the hope of being in his presence longer.

When you had both finished re-packing your stuff for your next class, you sloped out of the classroom closely behind him. He slowed himself down, letting a few people pass him as he fell in beside you.

“What’s your next class?” He asked, watching as you stood up a little straighter.

You knew exactly what your next class was, you had just double-checked your timetable to be sure. But now that Lucas was talking to you, and not losing the eye contact for even a second, you could barely even remember your own name.

His eyebrows quirked upward, making you cough in an attempt to excuse your lack of response. “I have art history.”

A smile broke across his face, “I love art history.”

At this, you let your head drop to the side in confusion, swearing you hadn’t known he took anymore of the same classes as you beside business. “I didn’t know you took art history?”

“Oh, I don’t actually take the class. I just…like it, you know? Art’s nice.” He offered, looking forward to make sure he didn’t walk into anyone.

You laughed softly at this, drawing his attention over to you as a grin broke across his face in response. “Yeah, art’s nice.”

He kept walking along with you, slowing his strides slightly so you wouldn’t fall behind. You noticed after about two minutes of walking that you were entirely leading the way, and he was following you along to your next class.

“So, uh, what’s your next class?” You asked, glancing up at him to see him shifting his view from something down the hall to you.

He hummed in light thought before answering, “I have a…soccer thing next.”

You thought this over for a second, forgetting for a while that the college even offered proper soccer scholarships. When you finally remembered enough about it for you to understand, you felt confusion overtake you again. “Isn’t every gym class in the opposite direction?”

“Yeah, well, you know…” Lucas trailed off for a moment as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, “you might need something else for your class.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his switch in behaviour; having gradually developed your crush on him over the months that he’d been in your class, you knew him to be more confident than this. “You already gave me a pen.”

“What if you need a pencil?” He asked, finally re-connecting the earlier eye contact with you.

“They have pencils in the class,” you chided, not letting the butterflies in your stomach let you drop the eye contact with him.

He scoffed lightly, “But do they have rulers, ___?”

You couldn’t bite back your laughter then, watching as his face lit up in an excited smile at the sight. You wanted to huff and roll your eyes at your heart for fluttering over it, but you instead let yourself enjoy the moment. “I have no idea whether they have rulers or not, okay? You win.”

He slipped the strap of his bag down his shoulder, opening it and rooting around before pulling out a ruler. “Well, see, now you’re prepared.”

You hummed in mock confirmation, “Of course, thank you.” He turned to walk back across campus to his class, knowing already that he’d be late. “Wait, Lucas?”

He nodded in response, stopping and turning back to you in the now nearly empty corridors. “Why do you have an extra ruler?”

Lucas laughed loudly as he fixed his bag back onto his back, “I never said that.”

“What if you need a ruler in one of your lessons?” You stressed, already offering it back to him.

He chuckled as he pushed your hand down, shoving you lightly back in the direction of your classroom, “Then I’ll just have to come find you.”

///

The rest of the day passed by slowly, thoughts of Lucas never far from your mind. He hadn’t come to find you for the rest of the day, and you hadn’t even seen a glimpse of him over any of the breaks between classes. You missed him, in a different way than you had before. Before, you missed staring over at him while he focused forward on the lecture, tapping his pen against the table-top. Now, it was as if you missed everything about being in his presence; the sound of his voice, his laughter, the way his constant eye contact made you shift on the balls of your feet in nervousness.

You got back home after your classes finished, your mood having depleted over the day and lack of Lucas’ attention after your first (and only) conversation. Part of you wanted to remind yourself that you were being ridiculous; pining after him after you’d only spoken to him once. But you couldn’t bring yourself to listen, and especially not to care.

You had hidden yourself away in your bedroom shortly after getting home, focusing all of your attention on an assignment that didn’t need to be in for another two weeks. After reaching the comfortable phase of friendship with your roommate, the two of you didn’t bother to announce that you were home formally, and instead moved around one another unless you wanted to talk. You assumed that’s what had happened today, like any other, although you couldn’t be sure; you’d had your headphones in from the moment you’d settled into a comfortable enough position.

The movement of your bedroom door handle jolted you from your stupor, making you look over to see the shorter figure of your roommate shuffling into view. You pulled your headphones out, looking up at him as he walked quickly toward you.

He squinted at you in a more accusatory manner than you were used to as he sat down, making you quirk your eyebrows at him. “Kun? Is something wrong?”

He laughed awkwardly, “Probably not, but…maybe.”

“Well, then, what might be wrong?” You pressed, moving your laptop off of your lap so you could give him your full attention.

Small bursts of anxiety began to move through you as Kun sat down on your bed, remaining silent. “I just,” he paused, “why is Lucas asking me for your number?”

You felt your body relax, the tenseness being replaced with a burst of excitement. “He’s asking for my number? Really?”

Kun tipped his head to the side, “You never mentioned that you met him.”

You shrugged lightly, “Was I supposed to?”

“No, I’m just curious, you know…how well do you know him?” Kun asked, trying not to sound as if he was digging for something.

You felt a strange shiver of anticipation run up your spine, “Not long…why? Is he, like, a total dick or something?”

You hoped he’d say no, because Lucas had seemed like anything but that today. He seemed kind, maybe a little friendly, but nice.

Kun shook his head, “No, I just, didn’t think he was your type, to be honest.” He scratched the back of his neck in an attempt to look less awkward.

You cleared your throat, “What did you think my type was?”

He laughed softly, already heading toward the door, “Maybe just someone more…soft.”

“Soft?” You pushed.

Kun shrugged, “Gentle,” he coughed again, “so, can I give him your number?”

You blushed slightly, shifting in your position, “Yeah, yeah you can give him my number.”

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Another full day of classes passed by, painfully boring with nothing catching your attention for more than five minutes. You had been thinking of getting to business the whole day, imagining whether or not Lucas would keep the seat beside him free. However, the daydreams of being able to spend another full hour staring at him were washed away the second you walked through the door. You had made sure to turn up a little later than usual, knowing Lucas would have arrived on time as he always did, and if he wanted to see you again; he would keep the seat vacant.

But he wasn’t there. You took the seat beside his, waiting quietly for him to show up, tapping the pen he had given you a day earlier against the desk. That hour was the longest of the day, draining any and all excitement away from you as you waited for it to finish. You were pretty sure that you hadn’t absorbed a single thing from the lecture, your mind completely zoned out of that room, focused instead on everything surrounding Lucas.

You exited the classroom in the large rush of people, making sure to get far enough away from the campus that you didn’t accidentally hit someone as you dug around in your bag. You slipped in your headphones, scrolling through the notifications that you’d got throughout the day. None of them particularly interested you, and you almost scrolled past the text from an unknown number.

[2:06pm] I’m really tired so I’m gonna skip business lol

[2:07pm] Oh my bad it’s Lucas

You bit back the smile beginning to form as you typed out a quick response.

[3:11pm] Hey Lucas, it’s okay, you coming in tomorrow?

[3:11pm] Wasn’t really planning on it, why?

[3:12pm] Business is a little boring without you now lol

[3:12pm] You could always come over if you’re bored?

[3:12pm] Alright, sounds good

[3:12pm] Hey, Lucas?

[3:13pm] Yeah?

[3:13pm] I’m bored

[3:14pm] Block C, room 22 :) see you soon

You stopped just in front of the building with the large lettering of, ‘BLOCK C’ painted on the side. Heaving a deep breath before sighing heavily, you pushed the door to the building open after quickly glancing over the building layout. Lucas’ apartment was the second on the first on the second floor, and seeing it made you pause on the stairwell for a moment. You weren’t sure whether to just go straight for knocking, or if you were supposed to text him first. You finalised on just knocking, seeing if he remembered that you had said you were coming over before getting your hopes up.

The door swung open to reveal Lucas; hair messy and grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips. He smiled brightly, pulling the door open wider to invite you in. You took a deep breath in, cringing slightly at how loud it sounded in the hallway you currently occupied with Lucas. A quick glance around the apartment as he walked along, you following cautiously behind him, showed you it was perfectly average. Everything was designed the same as every other one on campus, making you feel a small comfort at the notion of at least knowing your way around. He lead you all the way to his room, pushing the just slightly closed door wide open, pausing and waiting for you to enter fully before shutting the door behind you.

The room around you was messy; not enough to be off-putting but enough to make you feel as though it was right. Lucas had never particularly seemed liked an immensely tidy person in your mind, and it was strange to stand somewhere and feel that confirmed.

“Wanna sit?” He asked, clapping his hands together to catch your attention. You breathed in deeply again, more so now to clear your throat to begin speaking. You couldn’t find any words, however, and opted instead to just nod and laugh breathlessly in response.

Lucas nodded, taking large strides forward and throwing a couple clothing items off his bed to make room for you to sit. You chuckled at his actions, trying to make yourself comfortable in the space as quickly as possible. He walked around the other side of the bed, sitting himself down and glancing over at you quickly, flashing you another large smile. He scratched the back of his neck before focusing on the laptop screen in front of you, hitting the space bar to play whatever movie he was watching before you showed up. His eyes remained attached to the screen, the brown of his eyes looking impossibly softer illuminated by the laptop’s light in front of him. His lips were parted slightly, pouting outwards as he payed full attention to the movie. You couldn’t even imagine being able to take your eyes off of him for a single second; he had your full attention.

“Lucas,” you interrupted the atmosphere, watching as he hummed and glanced over at you. You wanted to say something else, find the words to express the feeling you were beginning to drown in while you admired him. But you couldn’t, your brain felt entirely consumed by the heat radiating from his skin the smaller the space between you got.

He leaned in even closer, your noses practically touching as he stared down at your lips. “Can I, can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, sitting in apprehension before you gave him a quick few nods. The heat around you reached more than its boiling point; his big hands coming to cup your jaw as he brought lips to his, colliding them together messily. It took a small moment for him to set a rhythm, but when he did the moment seemed to become utopian. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips move in faultless time with your own, his hands adjusting to pull you onto his lap.

His movements soon become rougher, and you found yourself pushing your own hips down to meet his as he tightened his grip around you. A small moan bubbled past your lips as he lightly bit down on your lower lip; your mind drifting back to Kun’s words from last night. You smiled lazily against his lips, feeling Lucas copy this action as he pushed you to lay flat on your back. He pulled away for a moment, making a whine tumble past your lips in irritation at the lack of contact, but he just chuckled and moved his laptop from the bed to the floor. Grinning shyly back at you as he placed an arm beside your head to steady himself, body hovering above your own.

He leaned closer, lips skimming above your own as he moved one hand to stroke across your cheekbones. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, eyes scanning over your face as your lips turned upwards into a soft smile. The sudden slow in his pace, the sudden gentleness in his touches, made your head spin and your heart race. You pushed your face upwards, connecting your lips with his again. You felt it speed up again, the same roughness returning to Lucas’ actions as you lightly tugged on his hair.

He took your hands into his own, holding them tightly as his lips left your own to travel down your neck. His lips pressed open-mouthed kisses over the exposed skin, pausing only to tug you upwards so he could pull your shirt off. Your hands move to pull on the fabric of his shirt, making him laugh as he moved to pull it over his head.

His lips turned upwards in a smirk as he watched you blush as you stared at him. His composure was broken when you hooked a finger into the loop of his belt, letting him know you wanted his lips on you again. Lucas dropped to his earlier position, lips now travelling at the bare skin of your chest as he again grabbed at your hands. The juxtaposition of how tightly he had clasped your hands together and how rushed his lips were against your skin made your head spin all over again.

Your back arched up slightly, his mouth beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses over your hipbones as his hands tapped at your belt. It took you a moment to centre yourself enough to understand why he hadn’t taken your jeans off yet, his fingers simply tapping against your belt again to catch your attention. You looked down at him, seeing his large eyes glisten as he stared back at you, anticipating your next movement. His hand stayed still, hovering above the buckle on your belt until you nodded, letting him know you were okay with this moving further.

The feeling of your jeans being pulled off was short-lived, and you were left almost-naked in front of Lucas. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began nipping at your hipbones, teeth making sharp indents into the skin as you jutted your hips up. A few moans slipped past your now chapped lips as he pushed your hips back down onto the mattress beneath you.

It went on for nothing more than a minute – a full minute of your mind becoming so clouded you wouldn’t have been able to remember your name if someone asked you right then. Then, it stopped. All feeling of Lucas’ skin against yours came to a complete halt as your eyes opened in confusion. You saw him sat up properly now, mouth spilling out apologies as you quirked your head to the side at him.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” You asked, sitting up and furrowing your brows at him.

He cupped your face again, “You should’ve told me I was being too rough with you.” He mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

You rose your eyebrows at him, “I would have.”

At this, he nodded slowly, but then glanced down again. “I think your hip’s gonna bruise, baby.”

You hummed in response, tangling your hands in his hair again as you shrugged dismissively, “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does to me,” he whispered, dropping his head down to press minuscule kisses to your collarbone.

“If you’re so worried about it, then just, you know, be gentle.” You suggested, tipping your head back and biting down on your lip to suppress the moan in your throat as Lucas continued to pepper kisses along any exposed skin he could find.

He pulled away, just enough to see your face entirely, his eyes displaying nothing but how unsure he was of this moment. You took this as an opportunity to switch your positions, slipping yourself onto his lap as you had done earlier. He gasped faintly, dropping his head to the side to give you more access as you began placing wet kisses to the skin of his jaw. As you moved further down, you left a few small hickies on the tones of his chest, drinking in the way he whimpered serenely. You reached the drawstrings of his sweats, looking up to see him already nodding down at you, verging on desperate as you palmed him over the two layers of fabric.

He was attempting – and succeeding so far, to your slight disappointment – in keeping himself from squirming underneath your ministrations. You pressed fleeting kisses to his covered length, teasing him with hooking your fingers around the top of his underwear and proceeding to do nothing else. He grunted, chewing on his bottom lip so roughly you worried for a small moment that it would break and bleed. Despite his previous collectedness, he was now holding his own hips back from jumping upward at your actions. After he released a particularly heart-fluttering whimper, you gave in, finally pulling his underwear down and leaving him to be observed right in front of you. You pulled far enough away from him so that you could see him completely, feeling your stomach twist at how unforgivably beautiful he still was.

He grunted in annoyance, hand moving to grab at the one you had resting on his hip, tangling them together as he released a string of whines. You were pulled back into the moment by the sound, grinning up at him as you let your lips skim along the skin of his member. His eyes snapped shut again, a furrow finding its way to his brows as he groaned softly. You repeat this a few times, letting your come close to giving him what he wanted but never fully giving in. You hadn’t kept track of how many times you had pressed a barely present kiss to his length before stopping, pulling yourself back and watching his reactions. It didn’t matter; after a while, you could tell he was losing any semblance of composure he had left.

The time between being on your knees between his legs and being underneath him as his lips re-attached themselves to your neck was almost impossible to distinguish. His hands were still trembling lightly as he tugged your underwear off of you and threw them somewhere else on the floor of his bedroom. Your mind was clouding again; a thing that seemed to happen far too quickly with anything in regards to Lucas. For a second, you were tensed up in apprehension, hands moving back to his hair to stabilise yourself. But again, his movements had stopped, the warmth of his body suddenly disappearing as you huffed. You could almost scream from the desperation building up in you then, a heavy whine of, ‘Lucas?’ passing your lips as he shushed you.

You heard what sounded like a drawer opening before his hands were on you again, returning to your jaw and reconnecting your lips in a shorter kiss. You let your eyes flutter open to see him after he pulled away, smiling over at him as a light blush met his cheeks. He bit down on his lower lip as he leant forward, distracted by you, to press your lips together in another messy kiss. You took the foil packet from his hands, hearing him groan softly by your ear as you ripped it open and slid the condom over his member. He grunted again, reaching for something he’d thrown mindlessly onto the bed. Picking up the bottle of lube and making quick work of setting the both of you up, he hesitated again.

“Lucas,” you said softly, bringing his face up to look at you properly, smiling brightly up at him. “You’re not gonna hurt me, baby, it’s okay.”

He smiled again, basking in your reassurance, “You’ll tell me if I do?”

You hummed and nodded, feeling his lips move back to your throat as he gained the confidence to leave small hickies in his wake. You let yourself bite down on his shoulder as he slid himself inside of you, not wanting to be so loud already. He grunted lowly, setting a slower pace than you would have first expected. It took you a small moment to adjust, but then you felt yourself relax, letting go of any anxieties you had before. You let your mouth fall open, a mix of moans and incoherent whimpers of his name spilling out into the air around you. His hand stayed on your hips, his pace faltering only when he focused in on pulling your lips back onto his.

“Baby,” he grunted, head dropping into the crook of your neck, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

You let out a subdued gasp, nails digging into the muscled skin of his back, “Me neither, Lucas,” you whined, his name falling past your lips in quick succession as you hit your high. The coil in your stomach released, making you tense up entirely before hearing Lucas follow closely behind, grunts of your name being the only coherent thing he could say.

It took you a few moments to find any kind of clarity as you came down, your muscles protesting when you pictured yourself getting up to redress. Lucas pulled out slowly, careful not to make it too uncomfortable for you, and then moved to tidy himself up. You couldn’t find the energy to move, choosing instead to just lay there and wait for whatever Lucas decided came next.

After a few moments of gathering yourself, you felt something touch your legs. You jolted a little in surprise, looking down to see Lucas – lazily dressed in a black shirt and sweats – pushing a clean pair of underwear up your legs. You smiled tiredly, moving to make it easier for him, feeling the soft touch of one of his shirts being pulled over your head afterwards.

He moved to sit back on his bed, whining childishly when you didn’t move to join him in sitting up. You groaned, pulling yourself upward and slumping back in his outstretched arms. “You can sleep if you want to, baby, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He mumbled, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

You nodded, curling further into his warm touch as he pulled you further onto his lap. A feeling of contentment overcame you as you lay in his arms, listening to him softly hum along to whatever song he’d been listening to recently, feeling your eyes close as fatigue finally closed in on you. He pressed another fleeting kiss to your cheek before whispering, “Can I take you on a proper date after this?” Against your ear.

A soft chuckle past your lips as you kissed his hand, “I’d like that.”

#i hope this was okay anon!! i've never written for a male reader before so :(( it might not be #wong yukhei smut #nct smut #nct reactions #nct scenarios #kpop smut #writing #s; nct #m; wyh #g; fluff #g; smut

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