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Can I request “It’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you.” And “ meet me in my dreams and stay for a while.” With Yunho please 👁️👁️
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Pairing: Yunho x gender ambiguous reader Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Yunho, idol!Yunho Rating: G/PG, E for Everyone, whatever you want to call it Word Count: 591 Contains: an absolutely gut-wrenching amount of fluff, a proposal, and a kiss, that's about it
"I don't want you to leave. I miss you so much every time you have tours." You whine at your boyfriend as the day turns to night.
Sitting on the rooftop and watching the sun slip fully behind the horizon, you sigh. Although you've always preferred the night and its glistening stars, this night brings alongside its beauty the reminder that Yunho flies out as the sun rises in the morning.
"I know, bun. Believe me, if I had the choice to bring you without putting any risk on you, I would never leave you behind. Ever."
He turns towards you with an intensity in his eyes you haven't seen in years; one you only witnessed directed at you when he insisted that, if you agreed to brave a relationship with him six years ago, he'd keep you safe from over-attached fans no matter what. You cannot help as your heartbeat speeds up; you cannot move nor look away despite the goosebumps attacking your body and trying to make you shiver. Time halts in the beat of silence before his next statement.
"I would love to keep you by my side forever. In this life and the next. Awake, asleep, no matter the time."
He pauses, but your nerves built up under his gaze cannot handle even the smallest moment of silence, so words stumble out from your lips, "Then, meet me in my dreams and stay for a while. That way, it won't feel so lonely while you're gone in the waking world."
Your comment seems to loosen him up a bit. His eyes soften, and he cracks a smile as a chuckle breaks through his seriousness. Shaking his head at himself, seemingly dismissing thoughts he was holding to himself, he finds his words again.
"Gladly. I'll find you in your dreams and on any other plane of existence we end up in. No matter how long it takes, I will always find you. Whether it's in a sea of people or amongst the thousands of stars above, I am yours so I will find you. So, if you'll allow me, I'd like to leave you with more than just dreams of me."
He reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small jewelry box. Twisting his body completely in your direction, he ends upon one knee. Your breath catches in your throat and your senses still as he opens the box to reveal a ring even more gorgeous than you imagined. He implemented every little comment you've made about rings over the past years and added personalized touches that only Yunho could bring to life.
"Y/N, will you marry me?"
The tears clog your throat, and you already lost control of your body moments before his question, so you can't respond despite screaming 'yes' inside repeatedly.
"It is so hard to sit here and be this close to you and not kiss you right now. Even a small head movement will do if you can't speak."
The silly smile on his face gives you enough control to nod vigorously, so he leans over immediately and kisses you deeply before remembering the order he was supposed to go. Backing up slightly, he finds the proper hand and slips the ring on your finger.
"Y/N, you are perfect. I'm so far beyond happy that you're mine."
"I will be yours forever if you let me. As long as you can be mine forever, too."
"That sounds like a deal, and I will gladly shout it out to everyone, my love."
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Greetings for the first time in a while. The artistic urge is hitting hard in Our neck of the woods. Feel free to slip a note with 1-2 prompts and a name under Our door, We will get to them quite quickly so long as this urge persists.
&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬.
( an assortment of dialogue prompts that are a mix of fluff and angst for all your shipping needs. feel free to change how you seem fit. )
❛ you look happier. ❜
❛ they’re teaching me to kill, but who’s teaching me to love? ❜
❛ it’s hard to sit here and be close to you and not kiss you. ❜
❛ you left like i was never a reason to stay. ❜
❛ i never craved attention until i tasted yours. ❜
❛ if i kissed you, i don’t think i’d be able to stop. ❜
❛ you had my heart before i could say no. ❜
❛ but friends don’t look at each other like we do. ❜
❛ i like you. a lot. like a lot, a lot. ❜
❛ you’d look cuter holding my hand, but whatever. ❜
❛ they say you’re dangerous, but you’re my safe. ❜
❛ you are the peace i crave in this chaotic world. ❜
❛ i need you, you idiot. ❜
❛ i’d be yours, if you asked. ❜
❛ what’s meant to be will always find a way. ❜
❛ i never planned to have you on my mind this often. ❜
❛ you still live in the silences between my thoughts. ❜
❛ we’re not perfect, but we’re perfect for each other. ❜
❛ with a heart like that, you deserve the world. ❜
❛ i will look for you in every lifetime until we finally stay. ❜
❛ it’ll always be you. ❜
❛ i am yours. no refunds. ❜
❛ meet me in my dreams and stay for a while. ❜
❛ please don’t let me forget your voice. ❜
❛ i am in love with a moment we never had. ❜
❛ you steady me and stir me all at once. ❜
❛ i never want to stop making memories with you. ❜
❛ what i have with you, i don’t want with anyone else. ❜
❛ you smile a lot more since we’ve met. ❜
❛ do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? ❜
❛ i may not be your first, but i want to be your last. ❜
❛ i have passed by many eyes, but i only got lost in yours. ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure i didn’t meet you for nothing. ❜
❛ for you, i’ll risk it all. ❜
❛ i’m happiest when i’m with you. ❜
❛ i wonder what i look like in your eyes. ❜
❛ you’re important to me, you piece of shit. ❜
❛ and now you’re a stranger with all my secrets. ❜
❛ it terrifies me what i would do for you. ❜
❛ anywhere with you is everywhere i want to be. ❜
❛ my soul just wants to be closer to yours. ❜
❛ you’re still my person, even if i’m no longer yours. ❜
❛ you didn’t just break promises, you broke me. ❜
❛ some people search their whole lives for what i found in you. ❜
❛ you return like autumn and i fall every time. ❜
❛ i think about kissing you all the time. ❜
❛ maybe i’ll see you in another life if this one wasn’t enough. ❜
❛ the most beautiful part is, i wasn’t even looking when i found you. ❜
❛ your eyes hold everything my heart thirsts for. ❜
❛ you are enough. a thousand times enough. ❜
❛ a sky full of stars, and i’d still watch you. ❜
❛ i broke my rules for you. ❜
❛ in your eyes, i found gravity. ❜
❛ you have no idea how much i like you. ❜
❛ my heart is so full of you i can hardly call it my own. ❜
❛ so do right people with wrong timing get a second chance? ❜
❛ i pushed everyone away because they weren’t you. ❜
❛ you were worth the wait. ❜
❛ c’mon, we’d look cute together. ❜
❛ if you take care of everyone, who takes care of you? ❜
❛ i think i might be in some kind of love with you. ❜
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Hi, my name is Jay. It may sound familiar if you’ve ever visited the Storyteller’s home, as I am the human that They based Their identity around. Now why am I here, addressing you all in The Land That Connects Them All? I visited the Storyteller and found an empty home and an envelope sitting upon the table with my name on it. I’m here to read you the contents of that letter.
Hello, all. If you are seeing this, it is because We have decided it is best We use Our energy elsewhere. The stories coming to The Lands have become sparse over time, and thus there is no need for a Storyteller to sit within The Lands. Occasionally, We may return with a story from over the time I’ve been away, but, for the most part, you will no longer have Us here anymore. Obviously, you are still welcome to visit The Land That Connects Them All at any point, as this space is a collection of stories permanently open to those who ventures in. I hope you do not miss Us too much, as We enjoyed our time here greatly. We hope to see you again sometime in the future. Great wishes and stories to all.
-The Storyteller
Alongside the contents of this letter, The Storyteller has left me explicit instructions to keep everything in The Lands safe and secure where they belong, untouched and viewable for all. I have no knowledge of when or if they may return with new stories. For now, this space will serve as an archived catalogue of stories they’ve shared thus far. If you would like to keep up with me in other facets, I can be found over on my own personal chaos of a blog @jay-scenarios
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hey let's have this conversation again since the like/reblog ratio is getting SOOOO much worse. if you like content, reblog it. the people who follow you cannot see when you've liked a post, unless your likes are visible and they are routinely going through them, which i assure you they are not. by reblogging content, you are making it visible to other accounts. fanart, gifs, edits, etc. may be fun to make but they are very time consuming and it is much appreciated that if you enjoy them, you take the brief moment to reblog them to show that appreciation - and it helps. as fun as they may be, it is often kind of discouraging for posts to not do well because for every one person that reblogged it, five left a like and kept it pushing
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‘Tis for me to know and you to ponder, dear friend.
Yes. Yes, they absolutely did. Never trust the storyteller.
Until We Meet Again
Summary: Although San is left alone to watch the shrine after his friends move onto the next plane, he faces someone who reminds him of his past love. Pairing: Naga!Choi San x afab!reader Genre: Fluff, one-shot, event, rated PG Tropes: reincarnation, fated lovers Word Count: 3.5K Contains: discussion of death and past lives, sense of not belonging due to bullying/othering (essentially racism) A/N: Apologies for the lack of banner and poor editing. I've been in quite a slump recently, but wanted to ensure I finished up this piece for the spring event. Please check out all the other pieces submitted as well!
Although he's grown accustomed to the lack of visitors, San finds himself exceptionally bored as the cold weather melts away into the beginnings of this spring. Decidedly, he exits his usual post within the forgotten shrine for a walk in the nearby gardens. Despite donning his human form, people can clearly tell that he's different. Feeling everybody's judgemental looks, he tries his best to focus on the well-trimmed stylized bushes and the pruned bunches of flowers that dared to bloom this close to winter's edge.
"Mommy, why are his eyes like that?" A child asks far too loud for their mother's liking, who rushes away with them quickly.
With a sigh, San brings a hand to his temple. Immediately greeted by the cool touch of scales, he only grows more frustrated by the clear differences between him and the humans. Despite his intense respect towards the deity who made him their shrine guardian, he cannot help the feelings of resentment in giving him this specific form. So often, guardians get beautiful animal forms - cats, foxes, dogs - but his deity did not follow these typical choices. Instead, San got the powers and form of a snake. Thanks to various stories about evil snake monsters - Quetzalcoatl, Leviathan, nagas, lamias, gorgons, etc. - most humans steered clear of the shrine for fear of a malevolent deity.
Finding his attempt at a calming walk frustrating, San turns on his heel and heads back towards his home, unaware of the pair of curious eyes watching the whole ordeal. Unlike the judgemental glares of most people in the garden, you look on with an almost naive sense of genuine curiosity. You've heard stories of the guardian spirits of shrines, but this is your first time seeing one. Guided by your urge to learn more about the stranger, you secretly follow his path to the shrine. You witness him drop his human disguise to reveal a far more snake-like appearance before phasing through the closed panels of the shrine, disappearing completely from view.
After a few blinks to reassure yourself that you aren't in a strange dream, you head back to the garden as you think about how to meet him again. As you pass by the flowers he admired earlier, you notice the winter jasmines and smile.
"Elegance and graace; symbolizing good fortune." Repeating the text from a book you read on flower symbolism, you decide exactly how to approach the interesting snake man.
Carefully reviewing your notes over the next few days, you coax a flower away from its friends, thanking it for blooming beautifully to help you. You bring it with you as you make your way to the quiet shrine. Despite not knowing anything about the deity honored there, you respectfully perform a basic prayer to them. After, you feel the presence of someone - or, rather, something - there with you. Trying to hide your smile, you present the carnation upon the stone slab resting between you and the shrine.
"I don't know whether you know the meaning of flowers, but I think it must be fate that you were admiring the winter jasmines. I have a feeling you are similar to them: elegant and graceful. Even if nobody else can see you as anything but a monster because you look different, I refuse to judge you like that. If you'd please, I hope you accept this flower as a testament to my fascination of you. I'd like to get to know you more. Maybe a name, to start."
He doesn't greet you, but you pique his curiosity with your flower knowledge. Peeking through the shutters while hidden by invisibility magic, he commits your image to memory. However, he doesn't have to go searching for you like he expected, as you return to the shrine the following day. For the first time in over a decade, San opens the shutters, allowing you to see the representation of his deity.
Very androgynous, the long-haired figure stands there, dressed in an ornately decorated red and black hanbok. Next to them, a small dragon reaches the height of their knees, threatening whoever it may be. You study the visual, trying to locate anything that might identify what kind of god they are.
With the same intensity, San studies you, wondering whether you have ill intent in coming to the shrine. Today, as well, he remains hidden from you, but he quickly chooses a plant for you. Using his powers, he commands a breeze to drop the mint at your feet.
After a chuckle, you pick it up and question the choice, "This could mean so many different things. I wonder which you thought of when choosing it for me. Are you suspicious of me, or maybe openminded and interested in me? Or maybe you just think I'm a stroke of good luck! Have I healed your loneliness? Give me some more information here!"
Before he realizes it, a smile creeps across his face. Your knowledge and playfulness entice him. Moving out of view and lifting his invisibility, he walks out of the shrubbery and clears his throat to get your attention. As you turn, you're greeted by his human form once again.
"Nice to meet you. You don't have to put up that disguise, y'know. Just be comfortable; I'm not scared. Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way."
"How...? You- How are you so nonchalant about it?"
Tilting your head in confusion, you remind him of a small puppy, naive and trusting in a horribly untrusting world. He can't help but laugh, at your naivety and at himself for suspecting you of ill intent.
"You can call me San. That's the name Bo-in gave me when they took me under their wing."
"Nice to officially meet you, San. Is Bo-in the name of your deity? What did their powers entail?"
"Balance, mostly. Water to fire; earth to sky; shadow to light. Ensuring nothing overpowered its counterpart. They brought me and Soo-ah to their temple, teaching us and granting us our own powers after some time. When it was time for Bo-in to move on from this world, they knew that dragons would soon be hunted, so Soo-ah remained by their side while I stayed to watch over the shrine."
As he talks, his disguise slowly fades away, showing his growing comfort around you. He continues by explaining that Bo-in gave both pupils more unique creature forms than typical spirit guides. Although he doesn't mention why, you assume that it was another attempt to balance things out. From choosing one man and one woman, giving them names that balance, and bringing one while leaving the other, everything was truly done in the name of balance.
While you enjoy learning everything, you have to get home, as the sun has almost made its full path through the sky. As you say your goodbyes, you promise to return another day in the near future.
"Y/N," he calls after you've taken a few steps. "Thank you."
"Hm?"
"Just... thank you."
He'll never say it aloud. Never admit that you remind him of her. If he admits it, he'll have to acknowledge his feelings once again, after all this time. He'd have to recognize that he thanked you for returning to him and repairing his trust in humanity. That he can feel Bo-in looking down on him and smiling as everything goes according to plan.
"Y/N isn't Soo-ah." He says it aloud to convince himself and snap at his god for planning it.
When he rises the next morning, a bright red flower rests beside him. Since nobody has access to his magical abode, he immediately deduces it as a message from Bo-in. Wiping the residual sleepiness from his eyes and sitting up straight, San picks up the crimson petals to identify them. Camellia.
"Is this a joke, Bo-in? I only know two meanings behind the red camellia: love and a graceful death. What could you-?"
As it hits him, the words stop flowing. There's no way that's what they mean, right? But what else could this particular flower mean? Is it really a confirmation of Soo-ah's return? Hers is the only graceful death he can think of. Not to mention his love for her over all these centuries still holding strong.
The next time you go to meet San, you want to bring out another plant, but you can't figure out any that stand out, so you ask the local florist to choose a meaningful flower for you, essentially leaving the choice up to fate. When he comes back with a bright red flower that you don't know the meaning of, you find it quite a good match to your new friend, whose hair radiates a similar tone. Especially so after the florist explains that camellias are often used to symbolize overcoming adversity. After learning his story the day prior, you decide that this flower fits perfectly. Thanking him, you pay for the flower and begin heading towards Bo-in's shrine.
As you arrive, you're shocked by how grim the area feels. Usually bustling with greenery and a freshness in the air, you become overwhelmed by the thick, heavy air. Looking around at the bushes, it appears as if a tornado had focused its chaos upon the small pavilion. Dropping the flower, you rush to the shrine, tearing the shutters open and calling out for San.
"Quit your yapping."
Hearing a voice above you, you search the trees for a sign of him but cannot find one.
"San, come here. What happened?"
Plopping down behind you, he answers vaguely, "Bo-in is testing me."
With the momentum of the spin to face him, you nearly trip over your own two feet. Expecting to find his face at its normal height, you look around confused when that isn't the case.
"Down here."
You feel a light pressure on your foot and look down to find a red and brown snake atop it. Your gut reaction is to jump and kick it away, but you manage to stop yourself knowing that the creature is your friend.
"I can't change. Bo-in left me a flower, and, after a few hours, I felt my control over my powers weakening at a rapid rate. Now I'm here."
Squatting down, you hold a hand to the snake to bring him up to your level again. He wraps his scaly body around your arm, keeping his head near your palm. You try not to smile at his appearance, but it creeps through anyway.
"Laugh all you want." He huffs.
"I'm not laughing! I just think you're cute like this, that's all."
If a snake could blush, you're certain you'd see it right now. Tripping over his words and looking anywhere else but your face, San fails to respond to your comment. Your comment clearly flusters him, so you make a note to compliment him more in all of his various forms.
"So, what do we have to do to get you out of this form? It isn't some 'true love's kiss' type thing, is it?"
Although you were joking entirely, the silence that follows makes your heart drop a bit.
Eventually, he answers, "I sure hope not." Turning away from you and constricting more around your arm, he adds, "Let's try anything else before we assume that's the solution."
"You... don't have a clue?"
"No. Bo-in left the flower and then this happened. Nothing else. No clues."
Suddenly reminded of the flower you brought him, you look around to find it. He catches sight of its vibrant hue and everything immediately clicks in his mind.
"That's a camellia, isn't it?"
You hum in agreement as you bend down to pick it up, adding, "I didn't know much about it, but the florist told me that it's a sign of overcoming adversity. After hearing your life story, I-"
"That's the flower Bo-in left me."
"How strange. Do you think it means something?"
"Y/N." He pauses, and the emphasis in his voice sends a shiver up your spine, "That flower screams Soo-ah. It means perishing with grace, and symbolizes a strong, long-lasting love."
A strong gust blows at you, harshly ripping a few petals from their pistil. San carefully watches where they land, hoping for a coincidence rather than another part of Bo-in's scheme. Despite his wishes, however, each petal lands precisely in the center of the place it softly floats to the small pond, the shrine's entrance, and the zen garden.
"Water, earth, and air. With a flower as vibrant as flames."
Slowly, you approach the petal at the entrance. Looking in, there's now a cloudy but reflective surface in place of Bo-in's engraved likeness. Focusing on your reflection, you find a completely different image. Rather than you holding a snake, you see two people holding hands. You quickly identify San despite the longer dark hair and wedding-style suit, but you don't recognize the other figure who matches in an elegant white dress with red and gold jewelry. As you move, she moves with you, but this definitely isn't your own reflection.
"That's Soo-ah, isn't it?"
"You're Soo-ah, Y/N." Another booming voice responds before the snake in your hand gets the chance.
Quickly, you spin on your heel. There, just as androgynous as the carving, stands Bo-in. Despite the initial shock, standing there together feels normal. Comfortable. Familiar.
"It's like San says. Although your memories have been wiped upon reincarnation, you were once Soo-ah. Somehow, you were drawn back to this place despite my best attempts to keep you away. Therefore, as I promised you before approving the reincarnation, I will offer my explicit approval for your love. As a gift, I can also return your memories to you, should you want them back."
"Bo-in, revert this magic." Annoyed, San blurts out, interrupting the conversation. "I'd like to change this form again. It is awkward to stay like this while you both have physical human forms."
Despite the interruption, Bo-in appears unfazed, holding out a hand for San to slither onto. A dim light radiates from their palm and surrounds the small snake. Shortly after, San returns to a humanoid form. This interaction buys you some additional time to comprehend the situation and figure out how to answer such a difficult question.
Bo-in returns focus to you, "Have you decided, Soo-ah?"
A shiver runs up your spine, making you twitch from the discomfort. Although you understand that you're Soo-ah's reincarnation, being addressed by her name irks you. You haven't been Soo-ah in decades. You've been yourself all these years, not her. Meeting San was coincidental, even if there might've been outside forces influencing you to do certain things.
With this revelation, you decide, "I appreciate your offer, Bo-in, but suddenly acquiring memories from a past life feels like something that the human mind cannot handle. It'd likely send me down a spiral about my identity. I have to reject your offer."
A smile creeps onto Bo-in's face as you talk, but it's San who speaks first, "Man, you really ARE the same person."
Confused, your wide-eyed gaze hops back and forth between the two people in front of you. Neither cares to give any further context, and Bo-in confuses you even more by breaking out into bellowing laughter without comment. San quickly joins, and soon their laughs are too contagious to avoid. Although you can't pinpoint the reason for the laughter, it lightens the load in your heart.
Shortly after the laughter settles, Bo-in says goodbye and wishes you both luck. Leaving you and San alone, the air tenses again. You quickly go to apologize for not reviving Soo-ah's memories, thinking that may be why things feel awkward. However, before you can say three words, you feel lips on yours and hands cupping your cheeks. Your face heats up from the sudden affection, but you also melt into the sensation. You've been on your own for so long that you didn't realize how much you longed for someone to kiss you.
The interaction feels quick, but San pulls away with a heavy breath. The air is thick and warm between you, and you can't find the words to say after such a sudden interaction, but the silence that follows feels fresh, as if the kiss extended into the depths of your souls. When his breathing returns to normal, the silence finally breaks.
"I'd apologize, but I actually don't regret it."
You can't help but laugh. His confident aura lends to the cockiness of his comment, but he fully jokes. Despite his words, you know he's sorry for the sudden invasion of your personal space.
"Don't worry, San. I enjoyed it. You don't need to apologize."
"Okay, good. I mean, surely it must've felt like all those plays describe, right? Where you're swept off your feet by the man of your dreams."
Rolling your eyes, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of any answer whatsoever. Instead, you change the subject, asking him to adapt a little to the current culture. Although he finds current technology difficult to manage, you convince him to trade in the flower-passing messaging for a simple flip phone.
After suggesting that you'll be back next time with a phone, you give him a hug and take your leave. He kisses your forehead, and you think about it the whole trip home. You can feel the smile etched across your face. It's not just your lips either; you just know there's a twinkle in your eyes and more light on your full face. Although unusual, you rationalize it with the thought that it's simply because it's been too long.
It takes a while for him to adjust to the phone, but once he does, you'd be easily convinced that he never puts it down. Multiple calls daily make you glad you didn't teach him how to message people. Meetings become more frequent and in new places as you show him some of your favorite places. Slowly but surely, he begins adjusting to the lifestyle you've known.
Although he's had a few slip-ups, calling you Soo-ah a few times, he immediately corrects himself and apologizes each time. You understand that you likely resemble her in numerous ways, so you don't get upset. And, just as you intended by refusing your past life memories, San begins falling for Y/N rather than simply seeing Soo-ah in you. The name swaps happen less and eventually completely fade away. You feel it in his demeanor, too. Rather than being restrictive and apologetic about his feelings, his confidence soars, and his actions towards you feel fuller, more genuine and complete.
A few months pass; the next season comes. You barely even notice before San points it out.
"The colors of spring are wonderful, but there's a serenity that comes with the beginning of summer. Don't you think?"
Caught off-guard by the sudden question, you look around so you can respond. Expecting the cleanness that comes when all the flowers of spring fall to the ground and get whisked away by the wind, you actually find yourself stuck staring at a rarity. Once something unrecognizable to you, your eyes catch onto a camellia. However, this one isn't as striking as the red one from before. Rather, as if someone stripped the color clean out, this lone flower stands a bright white, still managing to stand out against the browns and yellows of the season's transition.
Shocked at your silence, San follows your unwavering gaze to the bush. When he catches sight of it, his eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. Even without knowing the specifics behind the various color meanings of this flower, something about the striking white feels haunting to you. You remind yourself that the flower means long-lasting, mutual love, but San's words ring in your head: it means perishing with grace. Is it a bad omen? Bo-In hasn't interfered since that day, so there's no way they'd speak to you now, right? Is it a warning? Are you overreacting?
"San..."
"They don't bloom this late. It shouldn't exist." Flatly, your boyfriend declares, a poorly-hidden concern painted upon his face.
Standing up from the bench, you approach the flower with San trailing a step behind you. Reaching out and touching it, the whole thing falls apart. Characteristic of camellias, the petals and sepals all collapse together at the slightest touch of your finger. With your arm frozen in position, you turn your head to the boy on your left, shooting him a concerned look.
Placing an arm around your shoulders, he files through a dozen statements to try and reassure you both that it's pure coincidence with no meaning. Even though you're certain both of you have worries in the back of your mind, you drop your arm and the topic all at once. Bouncing back into a happy state, you begin walking away and finally answer the question from earlier to segue into a new conversation.
"Summer really gives off that sense of a new beginning. Everything is changing, just like us. I think it's really appreciated in the cycle of seasons."
"Just like us... You're right. Here's to our new start with the season change."
#(it was originally pure fluff)#(but towards the end I thought about shifting it)#(ended it before I actually did anything but yes it’s in the air)#connected storytellers#ask the storyteller#storyteller’s mailbox#(not technically the mailbox but it’s going in that tag so I don’t have to think of another😂)
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Until We Meet Again
Summary: Although San is left alone to watch the shrine after his friends move onto the next plane, he faces someone who reminds him of his past love. Pairing: Naga!Choi San x afab!reader Genre: Fluff, one-shot, event, rated PG Tropes: reincarnation, fated lovers Word Count: 3.5K Contains: discussion of death and past lives, sense of not belonging due to bullying/othering (essentially racism) A/N: Apologies for the lack of banner and poor editing. I've been in quite a slump recently, but wanted to ensure I finished up this piece for the spring event. Please check out all the other pieces submitted as well!
Although he's grown accustomed to the lack of visitors, San finds himself exceptionally bored as the cold weather melts away into the beginnings of this spring. Decidedly, he exits his usual post within the forgotten shrine for a walk in the nearby gardens. Despite donning his human form, people can clearly tell that he's different. Feeling everybody's judgemental looks, he tries his best to focus on the well-trimmed stylized bushes and the pruned bunches of flowers that dared to bloom this close to winter's edge.
"Mommy, why are his eyes like that?" A child asks far too loud for their mother's liking, who rushes away with them quickly.
With a sigh, San brings a hand to his temple. Immediately greeted by the cool touch of scales, he only grows more frustrated by the clear differences between him and the humans. Despite his intense respect towards the deity who made him their shrine guardian, he cannot help the feelings of resentment in giving him this specific form. So often, guardians get beautiful animal forms - cats, foxes, dogs - but his deity did not follow these typical choices. Instead, San got the powers and form of a snake. Thanks to various stories about evil snake monsters - Quetzalcoatl, Leviathan, nagas, lamias, gorgons, etc. - most humans steered clear of the shrine for fear of a malevolent deity.
Finding his attempt at a calming walk frustrating, San turns on his heel and heads back towards his home, unaware of the pair of curious eyes watching the whole ordeal. Unlike the judgemental glares of most people in the garden, you look on with an almost naive sense of genuine curiosity. You've heard stories of the guardian spirits of shrines, but this is your first time seeing one. Guided by your urge to learn more about the stranger, you secretly follow his path to the shrine. You witness him drop his human disguise to reveal a far more snake-like appearance before phasing through the closed panels of the shrine, disappearing completely from view.
After a few blinks to reassure yourself that you aren't in a strange dream, you head back to the garden as you think about how to meet him again. As you pass by the flowers he admired earlier, you notice the winter jasmines and smile.
"Elegance and graace; symbolizing good fortune." Repeating the text from a book you read on flower symbolism, you decide exactly how to approach the interesting snake man.
Carefully reviewing your notes over the next few days, you coax a flower away from its friends, thanking it for blooming beautifully to help you. You bring it with you as you make your way to the quiet shrine. Despite not knowing anything about the deity honored there, you respectfully perform a basic prayer to them. After, you feel the presence of someone - or, rather, something - there with you. Trying to hide your smile, you present the carnation upon the stone slab resting between you and the shrine.
"I don't know whether you know the meaning of flowers, but I think it must be fate that you were admiring the winter jasmines. I have a feeling you are similar to them: elegant and graceful. Even if nobody else can see you as anything but a monster because you look different, I refuse to judge you like that. If you'd please, I hope you accept this flower as a testament to my fascination of you. I'd like to get to know you more. Maybe a name, to start."
He doesn't greet you, but you pique his curiosity with your flower knowledge. Peeking through the shutters while hidden by invisibility magic, he commits your image to memory. However, he doesn't have to go searching for you like he expected, as you return to the shrine the following day. For the first time in over a decade, San opens the shutters, allowing you to see the representation of his deity.
Very androgynous, the long-haired figure stands there, dressed in an ornately decorated red and black hanbok. Next to them, a small dragon reaches the height of their knees, threatening whoever it may be. You study the visual, trying to locate anything that might identify what kind of god they are.
With the same intensity, San studies you, wondering whether you have ill intent in coming to the shrine. Today, as well, he remains hidden from you, but he quickly chooses a plant for you. Using his powers, he commands a breeze to drop the mint at your feet.
After a chuckle, you pick it up and question the choice, "This could mean so many different things. I wonder which you thought of when choosing it for me. Are you suspicious of me, or maybe openminded and interested in me? Or maybe you just think I'm a stroke of good luck! Have I healed your loneliness? Give me some more information here!"
Before he realizes it, a smile creeps across his face. Your knowledge and playfulness entice him. Moving out of view and lifting his invisibility, he walks out of the shrubbery and clears his throat to get your attention. As you turn, you're greeted by his human form once again.
"Nice to meet you. You don't have to put up that disguise, y'know. Just be comfortable; I'm not scared. Oh, I'm Y/N, by the way."
"How...? You- How are you so nonchalant about it?"
Tilting your head in confusion, you remind him of a small puppy, naive and trusting in a horribly untrusting world. He can't help but laugh, at your naivety and at himself for suspecting you of ill intent.
"You can call me San. That's the name Bo-in gave me when they took me under their wing."
"Nice to officially meet you, San. Is Bo-in the name of your deity? What did their powers entail?"
"Balance, mostly. Water to fire; earth to sky; shadow to light. Ensuring nothing overpowered its counterpart. They brought me and Soo-ah to their temple, teaching us and granting us our own powers after some time. When it was time for Bo-in to move on from this world, they knew that dragons would soon be hunted, so Soo-ah remained by their side while I stayed to watch over the shrine."
As he talks, his disguise slowly fades away, showing his growing comfort around you. He continues by explaining that Bo-in gave both pupils more unique creature forms than typical spirit guides. Although he doesn't mention why, you assume that it was another attempt to balance things out. From choosing one man and one woman, giving them names that balance, and bringing one while leaving the other, everything was truly done in the name of balance.
While you enjoy learning everything, you have to get home, as the sun has almost made its full path through the sky. As you say your goodbyes, you promise to return another day in the near future.
"Y/N," he calls after you've taken a few steps. "Thank you."
"Hm?"
"Just... thank you."
He'll never say it aloud. Never admit that you remind him of her. If he admits it, he'll have to acknowledge his feelings once again, after all this time. He'd have to recognize that he thanked you for returning to him and repairing his trust in humanity. That he can feel Bo-in looking down on him and smiling as everything goes according to plan.
"Y/N isn't Soo-ah." He says it aloud to convince himself and snap at his god for planning it.
When he rises the next morning, a bright red flower rests beside him. Since nobody has access to his magical abode, he immediately deduces it as a message from Bo-in. Wiping the residual sleepiness from his eyes and sitting up straight, San picks up the crimson petals to identify them. Camellia.
"Is this a joke, Bo-in? I only know two meanings behind the red camellia: love and a graceful death. What could you-?"
As it hits him, the words stop flowing. There's no way that's what they mean, right? But what else could this particular flower mean? Is it really a confirmation of Soo-ah's return? Hers is the only graceful death he can think of. Not to mention his love for her over all these centuries still holding strong.
The next time you go to meet San, you want to bring out another plant, but you can't figure out any that stand out, so you ask the local florist to choose a meaningful flower for you, essentially leaving the choice up to fate. When he comes back with a bright red flower that you don't know the meaning of, you find it quite a good match to your new friend, whose hair radiates a similar tone. Especially so after the florist explains that camellias are often used to symbolize overcoming adversity. After learning his story the day prior, you decide that this flower fits perfectly. Thanking him, you pay for the flower and begin heading towards Bo-in's shrine.
As you arrive, you're shocked by how grim the area feels. Usually bustling with greenery and a freshness in the air, you become overwhelmed by the thick, heavy air. Looking around at the bushes, it appears as if a tornado had focused its chaos upon the small pavilion. Dropping the flower, you rush to the shrine, tearing the shutters open and calling out for San.
"Quit your yapping."
Hearing a voice above you, you search the trees for a sign of him but cannot find one.
"San, come here. What happened?"
Plopping down behind you, he answers vaguely, "Bo-in is testing me."
With the momentum of the spin to face him, you nearly trip over your own two feet. Expecting to find his face at its normal height, you look around confused when that isn't the case.
"Down here."
You feel a light pressure on your foot and look down to find a red and brown snake atop it. Your gut reaction is to jump and kick it away, but you manage to stop yourself knowing that the creature is your friend.
"I can't change. Bo-in left me a flower, and, after a few hours, I felt my control over my powers weakening at a rapid rate. Now I'm here."
Squatting down, you hold a hand to the snake to bring him up to your level again. He wraps his scaly body around your arm, keeping his head near your palm. You try not to smile at his appearance, but it creeps through anyway.
"Laugh all you want." He huffs.
"I'm not laughing! I just think you're cute like this, that's all."
If a snake could blush, you're certain you'd see it right now. Tripping over his words and looking anywhere else but your face, San fails to respond to your comment. Your comment clearly flusters him, so you make a note to compliment him more in all of his various forms.
"So, what do we have to do to get you out of this form? It isn't some 'true love's kiss' type thing, is it?"
Although you were joking entirely, the silence that follows makes your heart drop a bit.
Eventually, he answers, "I sure hope not." Turning away from you and constricting more around your arm, he adds, "Let's try anything else before we assume that's the solution."
"You... don't have a clue?"
"No. Bo-in left the flower and then this happened. Nothing else. No clues."
Suddenly reminded of the flower you brought him, you look around to find it. He catches sight of its vibrant hue and everything immediately clicks in his mind.
"That's a camellia, isn't it?"
You hum in agreement as you bend down to pick it up, adding, "I didn't know much about it, but the florist told me that it's a sign of overcoming adversity. After hearing your life story, I-"
"That's the flower Bo-in left me."
"How strange. Do you think it means something?"
"Y/N." He pauses, and the emphasis in his voice sends a shiver up your spine, "That flower screams Soo-ah. It means perishing with grace, and symbolizes a strong, long-lasting love."
A strong gust blows at you, harshly ripping a few petals from their pistil. San carefully watches where they land, hoping for a coincidence rather than another part of Bo-in's scheme. Despite his wishes, however, each petal lands precisely in the center of the place it softly floats to the small pond, the shrine's entrance, and the zen garden.
"Water, earth, and air. With a flower as vibrant as flames."
Slowly, you approach the petal at the entrance. Looking in, there's now a cloudy but reflective surface in place of Bo-in's engraved likeness. Focusing on your reflection, you find a completely different image. Rather than you holding a snake, you see two people holding hands. You quickly identify San despite the longer dark hair and wedding-style suit, but you don't recognize the other figure who matches in an elegant white dress with red and gold jewelry. As you move, she moves with you, but this definitely isn't your own reflection.
"That's Soo-ah, isn't it?"
"You're Soo-ah, Y/N." Another booming voice responds before the snake in your hand gets the chance.
Quickly, you spin on your heel. There, just as androgynous as the carving, stands Bo-in. Despite the initial shock, standing there together feels normal. Comfortable. Familiar.
"It's like San says. Although your memories have been wiped upon reincarnation, you were once Soo-ah. Somehow, you were drawn back to this place despite my best attempts to keep you away. Therefore, as I promised you before approving the reincarnation, I will offer my explicit approval for your love. As a gift, I can also return your memories to you, should you want them back."
"Bo-in, revert this magic." Annoyed, San blurts out, interrupting the conversation. "I'd like to change this form again. It is awkward to stay like this while you both have physical human forms."
Despite the interruption, Bo-in appears unfazed, holding out a hand for San to slither onto. A dim light radiates from their palm and surrounds the small snake. Shortly after, San returns to a humanoid form. This interaction buys you some additional time to comprehend the situation and figure out how to answer such a difficult question.
Bo-in returns focus to you, "Have you decided, Soo-ah?"
A shiver runs up your spine, making you twitch from the discomfort. Although you understand that you're Soo-ah's reincarnation, being addressed by her name irks you. You haven't been Soo-ah in decades. You've been yourself all these years, not her. Meeting San was coincidental, even if there might've been outside forces influencing you to do certain things.
With this revelation, you decide, "I appreciate your offer, Bo-in, but suddenly acquiring memories from a past life feels like something that the human mind cannot handle. It'd likely send me down a spiral about my identity. I have to reject your offer."
A smile creeps onto Bo-in's face as you talk, but it's San who speaks first, "Man, you really ARE the same person."
Confused, your wide-eyed gaze hops back and forth between the two people in front of you. Neither cares to give any further context, and Bo-in confuses you even more by breaking out into bellowing laughter without comment. San quickly joins, and soon their laughs are too contagious to avoid. Although you can't pinpoint the reason for the laughter, it lightens the load in your heart.
Shortly after the laughter settles, Bo-in says goodbye and wishes you both luck. Leaving you and San alone, the air tenses again. You quickly go to apologize for not reviving Soo-ah's memories, thinking that may be why things feel awkward. However, before you can say three words, you feel lips on yours and hands cupping your cheeks. Your face heats up from the sudden affection, but you also melt into the sensation. You've been on your own for so long that you didn't realize how much you longed for someone to kiss you.
The interaction feels quick, but San pulls away with a heavy breath. The air is thick and warm between you, and you can't find the words to say after such a sudden interaction, but the silence that follows feels fresh, as if the kiss extended into the depths of your souls. When his breathing returns to normal, the silence finally breaks.
"I'd apologize, but I actually don't regret it."
You can't help but laugh. His confident aura lends to the cockiness of his comment, but he fully jokes. Despite his words, you know he's sorry for the sudden invasion of your personal space.
"Don't worry, San. I enjoyed it. You don't need to apologize."
"Okay, good. I mean, surely it must've felt like all those plays describe, right? Where you're swept off your feet by the man of your dreams."
Rolling your eyes, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of any answer whatsoever. Instead, you change the subject, asking him to adapt a little to the current culture. Although he finds current technology difficult to manage, you convince him to trade in the flower-passing messaging for a simple flip phone.
After suggesting that you'll be back next time with a phone, you give him a hug and take your leave. He kisses your forehead, and you think about it the whole trip home. You can feel the smile etched across your face. It's not just your lips either; you just know there's a twinkle in your eyes and more light on your full face. Although unusual, you rationalize it with the thought that it's simply because it's been too long.
It takes a while for him to adjust to the phone, but once he does, you'd be easily convinced that he never puts it down. Multiple calls daily make you glad you didn't teach him how to message people. Meetings become more frequent and in new places as you show him some of your favorite places. Slowly but surely, he begins adjusting to the lifestyle you've known.
Although he's had a few slip-ups, calling you Soo-ah a few times, he immediately corrects himself and apologizes each time. You understand that you likely resemble her in numerous ways, so you don't get upset. And, just as you intended by refusing your past life memories, San begins falling for Y/N rather than simply seeing Soo-ah in you. The name swaps happen less and eventually completely fade away. You feel it in his demeanor, too. Rather than being restrictive and apologetic about his feelings, his confidence soars, and his actions towards you feel fuller, more genuine and complete.
A few months pass; the next season comes. You barely even notice before San points it out.
"The colors of spring are wonderful, but there's a serenity that comes with the beginning of summer. Don't you think?"
Caught off-guard by the sudden question, you look around so you can respond. Expecting the cleanness that comes when all the flowers of spring fall to the ground and get whisked away by the wind, you actually find yourself stuck staring at a rarity. Once something unrecognizable to you, your eyes catch onto a camellia. However, this one isn't as striking as the red one from before. Rather, as if someone stripped the color clean out, this lone flower stands a bright white, still managing to stand out against the browns and yellows of the season's transition.
Shocked at your silence, San follows your unwavering gaze to the bush. When he catches sight of it, his eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. Even without knowing the specifics behind the various color meanings of this flower, something about the striking white feels haunting to you. You remind yourself that the flower means long-lasting, mutual love, but San's words ring in your head: it means perishing with grace. Is it a bad omen? Bo-In hasn't interfered since that day, so there's no way they'd speak to you now, right? Is it a warning? Are you overreacting?
"San..."
"They don't bloom this late. It shouldn't exist." Flatly, your boyfriend declares, a poorly-hidden concern painted upon his face.
Standing up from the bench, you approach the flower with San trailing a step behind you. Reaching out and touching it, the whole thing falls apart. Characteristic of camellias, the petals and sepals all collapse together at the slightest touch of your finger. With your arm frozen in position, you turn your head to the boy on your left, shooting him a concerned look.
Placing an arm around your shoulders, he files through a dozen statements to try and reassure you both that it's pure coincidence with no meaning. Even though you're certain both of you have worries in the back of your mind, you drop your arm and the topic all at once. Bouncing back into a happy state, you begin walking away and finally answer the question from earlier to segue into a new conversation.
"Summer really gives off that sense of a new beginning. Everything is changing, just like us. I think it's really appreciated in the cycle of seasons."
"Just like us... You're right. Here's to our new start with the season change."
#codn: spring24#cultofdionysusnet#mfu-net#wonderlandnet#cromernet#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez#ateez choi san#choi san#choi san scenarios#san scenarios#choi san fluff#choi san imagines#ateez fluff
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We thank you, kind traveler, graciously for placing Our piece alongside these other marvelous tales. As this was a tale near and dear to Our heart, this truly means the world.
Mingi fic recs 2
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(f) Wave @sorryimananti-romantic
Synopsis: Teacher!Mingi x Teacher!Reader
(a) Witch x Vampire @ja3honey
(m) Cockwarming @sanjoongie
Synopsis: DragonHybrid!Mingi x BunnyHybrid!Reader
(m,f) 0200 @skteezcursed
Synopsis: Mingi had a long and hard day, so when he sees you in nothing but his oversized shirt on, he gets a little needy.
(a,m) When is the right time? @twisted-tales-of-all
Synopsis: Mutual Pining, Childhood Friends, Right Person Wrong Time, Chance Reunion, Fated Lovers(?), First Love, FwB
(m,f) After work @ateezscupid
Synopsis: Husband!Mingi
(m) Dear princess
Synopsis: Medieval Au, Vamp!Mingi, Human!Princess!Fem!Reader
(m) Yeehaw @desirehorizon
Synopsis: his face + your pussy = a match made in heaven, according to Mingi
(m) Hibiscus
Synopsis: Be gentle with your pretty boy.
(m) What’s the time, Mr. Wolf? @starlitmark ft.Yunho
Synopsis: AlaskanMalamute!Mingi x NetherlandDwarfRabbit!Reader x BerneseMountainDog!Yunho
(m) Predator, prey ft.Yunho
Synopsis: AlaskanMalamute!Mingi x NetherlandDwarfRabbit!Reader x BerneseMountainDog!Yunho
(m) You’re mine, honey @yunho0o0o0o
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‘Tis an honor to see Our story alongside all of these wonderful tales. Thank you greatly for your kindness, traveler. You are always welcome to visit whenever you please.
HONGJOONG SMUT FIC RECS LIBRARY
disclaimer: I do not own any of these works and they do not represent the real kim hongjoong. all rights belong to the respective writers who made them.
everything listed will be only hongjoong x reader (fem/male/gen) pairing and it will contain suggestive/smut themes. if it includes another member, I will also indicate it. fics will be categorized into aus so it will be easy to find.
I won't be including mtls, bullet lists, and other members' fics. if you are looking for recs with different members I'm sure other atinys have posted their own lists. These are all personal favorites and I'll only be including tropes/aus that I'm comfortable with (there won't be a/b/o, master kink, hybrid aus etc. sorry).
lastly, please let the writers know if you love their works so we can enjoy more of their content. have fun reading!
1. First Floor
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2. ⚠ SECOND FLOOR IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION ⚠
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「 ✦ Vampire!Hongjoong ✦ 」
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People, Running poly, multi-chapter- themoonlightfae on ao3 (wc 50k+)
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Nightclub Affair PART 2 - sanjoongie (wc 3k)
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「 ✦ Sugar Daddy!Hongjoong ✦ 」
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「 ✦ Incubus/Demon!Hongjoong ✦ 」
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「 ✦ Hongjoong at the Studio ✦ 」
includes: Producer! Hongjoong, Idol! Hongjoong
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0:126am At His Studio - @sanflowerseeds
Audio Angel - @marigold-doms
Make You Feel Better - @hongthoven (wc 3.2k)
Studio Sessions feat. Jongho - Atiny_DazzlingLight on ao3 (wc 5k)
To Make an Album - @bambikisss
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Fragile - @ilwonuu
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Precious - @latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 3k)
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My Angel - @mirror-juliet
You're My Desire - hongism (wc 1.3k)
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Keep Me Close - @crimsonbubble
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* First Time
Philoselene - @ncteez
Untitled drabble - k-hotchoisan
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Something Sinister feat. Seonghwa- @hansols-yoda-boxers (wc 5.2k)
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includes Goth, Emo, Punk dark aesthetic Hongjoong
✶ Ohmami - bambikisss
Dark Kiss part 1 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 5k)
Dark Kiss part 2 - latte-fairytaekwoon (wc 8.5k)
Ugh, As If - @ennysbookstore (wc 11k)
Ugh, As If bonus - ennysbookstore (wc 5.4k)
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It’s always
“When will fanfic writers update their stories?”
And never
“Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?”
Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they’re stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!
Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.
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Greetings, travelers.
Recently, We have been exceptionally busy with business outside of The Land That Connects Them All. However, We have begun to struggle slightly in these new lands. In this world - as We quickly learned - money is quite important in keeping Our form safe and secure.
In order to continue doing what we love and recount more stories for all of you while also keeping Ourself afloat, this Storyteller has decided to introduce commissioned requests. For the foreseeable future, these will be Our ONLY means of requests available. Otherwise, We will work on whatever sparks inspiration or on any events We participate in within Our networks of Connected Storytellers.
Should you like to commission a work, We have set up a shop here with six available options, listed by word count range and SFW/NSFW. Please remember to read and follow Our rules listed here before requesting. Also, do not hesitate to message before requesting if you are unsure whether your request will be accepted. We don’t bite unless asked to. If you would like to simply leave a small tip, there is also an option to do so on the page. Every little bit is graciously accepted.
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The Empress of Clubs' Coronation ♧
Three crowns hang solemn with the loss of a brother. Fair winds are wished, but its breezes grow cooler; that kingdom, it searches, cries out for another, for each crown craves its keeper and each realm its ruler.
Upon resting the unowned crown on its display, the diadem acts with a mind of its own. Distraught, it requests the winds fling it away; a loyal raven swoops in to drop it somewhere unknown.
As a curious and mystical mind grows nearer, slowly, the realm's weary winds grow warmer. The crown beckons, "Closer," eager to adorn her and mixing their magicks, blooms a floral path to steer her.
Intrigued at once by the metal's inviting glisten, she places it where it belongs upon her head. An abrupt gust of wind howls, the other three monarchs listen, as through the once barren kingdom, colorful flowers spread.
Written collaboratively by @twisted-tales-of-all and myself in honor of @kwanisms joining the Wonderland Net Monarchs.
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Greetings, travelers.
Recently, We have been exceptionally busy with business outside of The Land That Connects Them All. However, We have begun to struggle slightly in these new lands. In this world - as We quickly learned - money is quite important in keeping Our form safe and secure.
In order to continue doing what we love and recount more stories for all of you while also keeping Ourself afloat, this Storyteller has decided to introduce commissioned requests. For the foreseeable future, these will be Our ONLY means of requests available. Otherwise, We will work on whatever sparks inspiration or on any events We participate in within Our networks of Connected Storytellers.
Should you like to commission a work, We have set up a shop here with six available options, listed by word count range and SFW/NSFW. Please remember to read and follow Our rules listed here before requesting. Also, do not hesitate to message before requesting if you are unsure whether your request will be accepted. We don’t bite unless asked to. If you would like to simply leave a small tip, there is also an option to do so on the page. Every little bit is graciously accepted.
Thank you all,
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#blog lore#requesting guidelines#requesting rules#(can’t wait to make a livable wage again bc right now’s money stress ain’t it)
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When is the Right Time?
Summary: When you coincidentally run into your first love at work one day, all of the feelings return just as suddenly. As all of the memories rush through your mind, you face the fact that time still refuses to be on your side. Will you fight against it and make now the right time, or will you enjoy the reunion and let fate play its games? Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!non-binary!Reader Genre: Angst, Smut, 18+ MDNI, one-shot, event Tropes: Mutual pining, childhood friends, right person wrong time, chance reunion, fated lovers(?), first love, new FWBs, non-idol!AU (poor MIngi even has two jobs) Word Count: 5.1K Contains: reader uses he/they pronouns and masc terms of endearment, female anatomy mentioned, deep emotions and the discussion of them, pet names (baby, daddy, good boy, pretty boy, pet), switch!Mingi and switch!reader, active role switch during play, teasing, praise, light hair-pulling, mention of sexting, multiple orgasms (afab receiving), overstimulation (afab r.), oral (afab r.), use of sex toys, dildo sucking, protected PIV sex [use protection kids! and remember to clean your toys before and after play!] A/N: This is WILDLY self-indulgent as it’s based on irl events, so it's also insanely specific oops. It also cycled through 4 different idols before settling on Mingi so take that as you will. This is also an entry for CoDN's Long Winters Night event! Be sure to check out all the other entries as well!

"Halfway through!"
"Only a couple more hours 'til vacation!"
All of your coworkers count down the time left today, eagerly awaiting the upcoming two-week break. As the bell rings to send the 5th and 6th graders back to class after recess, you look for the teachers, ready to hand the responsibility back to them. Usually, the 6th-grade teachers take their sweet time coming to collect their students, but you don't blame them.
"Oh, they have a sub. He's already out there. Perfect."
From Kelly's comment, your eyes glaze over the sea of pre-teens to see a tall man with a thin frame turn to lead the disruptive kids back to the classroom. You only catch a glimpse of his back before his figure fades behind the wall, but you immediately recognize him. Your hands begin shaking at the thought of seeing him after years of silence.
There's no way. It can't be him.
Quickly, you follow the class inside, asking the kids still outside for their substitute teacher's name. Even though he only gave them the first initial of his last name, it verified for you that it truly is him. You walk in and make a quick comment to one of the students before reaching the front of the desk and waiting for your friend to lift his head. As his eyes meet yours, you send him a soft smile and a whispered hello as you watch the emotions flood his gaze - shock, excitement, restricting his emotional display, and ending on a soft joy. With his sudden burst of energy, he quickly stands up to hug you. Although it's a quick side hug, you can feel his urge to properly hold you in his arms as he restricts himself to remain professional in front of the kids.
"Hey, you! It's been a while! How are you doing?"
Since he has to start class, the entire exchange only lasts a minute or so, but you head to lunch with a cheeky smile and a burst of adrenaline. With your thoughts scrambled, you sit in the break room and bounce your leg to purge some of your energy. Every fleeting thought in your mind involves him, from meeting him in this very school decades ago to growing up together to drifting apart but reuniting here once again. You remember all of the neatly stored memories of your shared childhood, all of the people who supported the two of you being together; you even remember that last walk home, where you both discussed the feelings you had for one another over the years.
But all of that ended when high school wrapped up. As with many others, your friendship faded into the past due to a lack of convenience. Suddenly, the boy you grew up with and were inseparable from for a decade became a complete stranger. You'd be lying if you claimed that it didn't hurt, but you moved on because that felt like the only option.
Seeing him again after years of silence feels so bittersweet, especially considering that timing would still not afford you the opportunity to work on being together in any way. Of course fate would throw him back into your life only a month and a half before you move nearly 2000 miles away.
Working through the second half of your shift, you learn that his class is throwing a holiday party today. Since you find yourself on friendly terms with a majority of students in the class, you jokingly suggest joining them as your shift ends, only for the joke to become a reality when your friend offers you the opportunity. You follow them inside and spend the remaining hour and a half with them, even helping to deal with a particularly rowdy student.
As the bell chimes to dismiss them, you get some alone time with your friend. Immediately, he holds his arms open, asking for a proper hug now that the kids won't ask a million questions about your relationship. As he holds you against his chest, he apologizes for not treating you well enough in the past. The sudden and unexpected apology catches you off-guard, but you manage to stifle the tears threatening to pull at your throat. Somewhere hidden deep inside of you, this embrace and apology combo struck a chord. As you pull out of the hug, you look up at him and find sincerity behind his eyes, as if he believes that his actions ruined the friendship years prior.
"If I needed an apology from you for anything - if I still had any ill will or hadn't moved past our rocky past, I wouldn't have come to say hi in the first place. I would've let sleeping dogs lie. You don't need to apologize for something nobody had fault in."
"You were such a big part of my life. I felt like an apology was necessary for our past."
Truthfully, you were both pretty mean to one another over the years. Whether built from the hormones swirling at that younger age or due to complicated feelings for one another, you bullied each other as much as you lifted each other up. But you haven't blamed him, not for a second since maturing.
"Life happens. I hold no ill will towards you for any reason."
"I'm glad. I'm so happy to see you again."
The knot of bittersweetness tightens in your chest as his earnest smile and excited tone tear through you. You still haven't mentioned leaving, and he's making it quite hard to even want to. A different version of you would risk it all and stay here if that meant building a relationship with the man you've loved your whole life. But that would mean sacrificing your own plans, and you know better to put yourself first now, even if he's the love of your life.
You walk out of the school together, and he leads you to his car without hesitation, offering you a ride home after learning that you walk to and from work. Although the drive is short, it's in the opposite direction of his current home, so you hadn't expected the offer. However, the bigger surprise comes when he opens the passenger door for you. Your past partners didn't even do that, so for someone like him to do so sends a rush of butterflies to your stomach, despite your mantra to not fall for him again repeating in your head.
Is he just that kind now, or do we both still have those feelings?
You quickly blink away your thoughts as he opens the driver's door. After all, you've been out of each other's lives for years, so - realistically - neither of you should harbor those feelings. You refuse to let yourself spiral after only seeing him once. Even on the off chance that those feelings remain after all this time, you cannot pursue them if you're moving away. That'd be unfair to him.
Luckily, conversation flows between you as easily as it used to, so you ease your nerves and calm those thoughts. Although the short ride passes quickly as you reveal your upcoming plans to move and learn about his recent life changes, you end with another hug and good thoughts. He expresses concisely how glad he feels to have you back in his life, and you mirror his joy. After verifying that you have the correct contact information, he only lets you leave the car after agreeing to meet up again soon.
Shortly after settling down at home, you check your phone to find a message from him. You roll your eyes at the five-years-late response to the birthday message you last sent him but reiterate in your reply that you're happy to have him back in your life, even if he's still a dork. Messaging quickly begins to involve some of the available games on the app. It acts as a buffer to ensure that communication continues even when there's nothing to talk about.
Thanks to a particularly worded message in regards to the game banter - and likely also to residual feelings from the past - the conversation takes a sudden shift into sexual topics. The current game quickly falls into the land of the forgotten thanks to the shift, as you both become way more invested in the possibility of finally hooking up. As you learn more about each other's likes and dislikes and fantasies, you both manage to loop some references to the past into your flirts. He's still much more clever with his words than you, but you quite enjoy it. With starting vacation for the school job, you both have more time to attempt anything together, so it works out really well. So well, in fact, that he offers to pick you up for lunch and fun the next day.
After working each other up the night prior, you're both very eager as you get into his car just before noon. Unsure of how quickly he wants to do anything, you hold back and let him make the first move, but you don't have to wait long. Almost immediately after driving out of your driveway, his hand is on your thigh, his fingers gripping you as if he'd be able to rip your pants off then and there. You already know that you'll have bruises by the time you return home, even if he isn't trying to leave any quite yet.
Arriving at the restaurant, you both compliment each other's outfits now that you can see them in full view. He takes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm, and you feel your face flush. As often as you imagined going on dates with him, you never thought you'd even hold hands romantically in actuality, but he jumped straight into walking arm in arm.
Maybe chivalry isn't dead.
As the thought floats in your mind, he opens the door for you before taking hold of your hand again, giving you butterflies. It feels like he wants to show you off as his, and your active imagination is screaming out in joy. As the hostess leads you to a table, Mingi lets you scoot into the booth before sitting next to you. The arrangement feels awkward at first, as you're used to sitting across from whoever you eat with, but, when his hand makes it back onto your leg, you feel the tension lift immediately. Something about him calms you; he really feels like a safe space.
Due to the plans after lunch, neither of you care to eat much, so you split an appetizer and grab a couple of drinks while sharing stories and witty banter. Lunch passes fairly quickly, and you leave hand in hand after he pays. Once again, the child inside you is thrashing around from joy, but you try your best to hide it. That is, until you're back in the car sharing mints with your head momentarily on his shoulder and he tilts your chin up to make eye contact. Even without words, the intent is clear, but he keeps up the gentlemanly attitude by asking for permission.
In a near whisper, words you yearned so long to hear leave his lips, "Can I kiss you?"
You nod slightly as the butterflies keep any words you planned on using stuck in your throat. As his lips touch yours, you immediately give in to the urge to kiss back. Although he doesn't do much during the kiss, you cannot tell whether he's nervous, holding back, just a bad kisser, or something else entirely. There were no sparks like the fantasies, no eager nipping at one another for more, but you still enjoy it. Once again, he just feels safe. As if kissing him was just natural - something you were made to do, or maybe a semblance of a past life memory peeking through the cracks.
As you pull apart, he makes another witty comment, "So, how was it? As good as you imagined for all those years?"
Due to his cockiness and the safe feeling that you can tell him the truth even if painful, you admit without hesitation, "No, not really."
"Oh? Well then, offer up some advice. What could I do better?"
The cockiness melted away to reveal genuine advice seeking, so you think on it for a moment before finding the words, "I... don't really know how exactly to explain it, but you didn't really do anything. I don't wanna say you kiss like a dead fish, but it's the closest thing I can think of right now. You just... You don't move."
"Well, I guess I'll just have to practice."
The whiplash between genuine and flirty comments leaves you at a loss for words. As you send him a judgmental stare, he flashes a cheeky smile back, coupled with a hearty chuckle that warms your heart. You roll your eyes as he starts up the car and places his hand on your thigh as if it's become a new home. As he drives you to his house, he points out a few places he frequents - a bar that hosts weekly trivia nights, one of the schools he enjoys subbing at, and a sandwich shop that he quickly became a regular at. You take most of it in quietly, only to joke that he's a nerd for going to trivia nights. He invites you to join his group some time, and, although you admit that you feel old enough already thanks to some of your habits and hobbies, you accept the invitation and tell him to let you know if he goes before you move.
When the statement leaves your lips, you begin to wonder whether you've brought up the move too much, but he doesn't react either way. You make a mental note to bring it up less but acknowledge that you need to remind yourself sometimes, too, so that you can lessen the pain of leaving your friends (and first love) by mentally preparing well in advance.
He pulls up to a small house, parking along the street, before announcing, "Welcome to paradise!"
Earning a laugh, he accomplishes his goal and gets out of the car. You follow suit and stay only one step behind him as he leads you into his house and to his room. The room is small and only lightly decorated, but you find it strangely homely. As you take a moment to look around, he wastes no time and undresses while you're distracted. As you turn back to him, the only remaining clothing on his body is his underwear. Feeling suddenly overdressed, you quickly strip off your jacket and shirt while teasing him.
"A bit eager, now, aren't we?"
"After last night's conversation, how can I not be?"
"Good point, pretty boy."
Hearing the pet name, he responds with a low growl rather than another comment. As you continue undressing, dropping your pants to the floor, he eyes you in a way you've never seen before. Normally, men look at you like prey to devour, but his gaze is softer. The long-time urge to finally learn your body after all these years shows clearly in his eyes, but he also looks like he wants to savor the experience and make it worth the long wait. His look isn't how a predator looks at prey, but rather how a fasting man looks at his long-awaited first meal to break the fast. Somehow, you feel treasured and nervous and excited all at once, unsure how he plans to approach the situation.
Slowly, he steps towards you. He places his hands on your waist and kisses you again, pulling your body to his. As he pulls out of the kiss, his hands glide up, reaching for the bra you specifically chose for the event.
"Let's get this uncomfortable thing off you." He softly announces his plans as his fingers struggle with the hook slightly.
He removes the hook and lets the bra fall to the floor. Now, with both of you in your underwear, you take a moment to explore each other's bodies. As his hands knead your chest and glide around your torso, you leave soft kisses on his chest, trying to commit his body to memory. You could spend hours like this, but he starts slowly moving you towards the bed.
"Lie down, baby. I want to show you a good time."
You follow the instructions without issue. He pulls off your underwear only to smirk as he realizes you're already wet.
"We haven't even started, but you're wet for me already? What a good boy."
"Yessir." You mumble out your response, happily taken by surprise by the pet name.
As he rubs two fingers between your folds, you watch the pleasure on his face. From the looks of it, he's holding himself back, but he's loving the experience already.
"Daddy, please. I want more." You beg, hoping to grab the part of him he's holding back.
"Shh. Baby boy, I want to learn you. It takes time. Be a good pet and wait for me to give you more."
Rather than accepting, you groan and pout in response. His eyebrow raises, and you feel a pressure directly on your clit, causing your breath to hitch. You cry out your acceptance of the situation, saying you'll wait for him. Once you comply, he returns to his exploration of your lower body. He kneads your thighs, kisses your stomach, and keeps track of all of your reactions.
"Y/N, can I eat you out? I really want to."
Although you normally become self-conscious and sometimes even dysphoric if someone gives you oral, you give him the green light. Immediately, he buries his face in between your legs. As his tongue works a magic you aren't used to, your moans catch in your throat and your body instinctively rocks against him, wanting more. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he continues. You get closer and closer to the edge, and your body shows it - your legs shaking, muscles tightening, moans getting louder. He catches the hints and moans against you, proud to make you feel so good with just his mouth.
As you feel the knot dangerously close to snapping, you bring one hand to his head, gripping at his hair, "Just like that. Keep going. Please, please, oh fuck-"
You reach your first orgasm through oral, your thighs trying to smother him between them. When your body relaxes, he lifts his head proudly before claiming that he's not done. He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a pink vibrating dildo.
"Can I? I promise I won't go too hard."
Between the fog in your mind and his pretty face as he begs, you nod but add a condition to it, "Only if you'll also use it to show me how good you are at sucking dick, baby."
"Yes, daddy."
Suddenly, the roles have switched, but hearing him call you daddy unlocks something in you that you didn't know existed. In the past, you hated the term - something your friends jokingly called you as the parental friend of the group - but hearing it from him? In that tone? Accepting your conditions so simply? Something made it turn you on even more.
He places the toy in between your legs, going a step further in your request by making it your dick. Making sure your eyes are on him, he begins sucking on the silicone. The sight is so enjoyable that you almost don't want him to use the toy on you. Watching him suck your cock so needily and desperately both turns you on and validates you.
"What a good boy~ mm you look so pretty with your lips around a dick, baby. Like you were born for it."
"Yes, daddy. Thank you, Daddy."
There it is again. Man, it feels good. He has such an effect on you, to be able to take a word you passionately disliked and make it feel empowering to you. While you revel in the fact that he has such power over you even as a sub, he stops the act and slowly pushes the toy inside of you. You whine as it stretches you a bit, but he watches your face the whole time to ensure that you aren't in too much pain. When it's fully inside, he asks if it's okay to turn on the vibrations. You nod and he immediately presses the button to turn on the toy. Your body tightens at the power of the toy, but he keeps it going while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.
The intense combination of sensations hits you hard. Within minutes, your sensitive body reaches its peak again. Another orgasm rolls through you, stronger than the first thanks to the vibrations urging you along.
"There you go, Y/N. Let it all out."
His sultry tone in your ears adds to the mind fog as the toy's rumble brings your mind to a numbing emptiness. Hesitant to call this bliss, your body continues to shake and flex due to the overstimulation of the still-moving toy. He makes sure to bring you to a third orgasm before shutting off and removing the toy.
"Please fuck me, Mingi. Please~!" You beg as soon as you feel the emptiness left behind from the toy.
"I will, baby. I will."
He reaches back over to the nightstand, switching the toy out for the familiar crinkle wrapper of a condom. He quickly unwraps it, tossing the wrapper aside, and rolls it over himself, jerking himself off a bit before lining himself up with your opening. Despite going in slow, the stretch still stings as he bottoms out. You're still begging him to fuck you, begging him to take your body finally.
"I'm going to move, baby."
This time, he can't ask for permission but still tells you his intentions. His eagerness reaches its peak as he feels your walls holding him snugly. His strokes are hard but slow at first, in case you need to adjust. However, he quickly loses his cool, his pace becoming less consistent as the feeling of pleasure sweeps over you both.
"Just like that. Please, Mingi, don't stop. Don't stop."
As your final orgasm of the day hits, he groans out at the tightening. He continues for only another minute or so before he finds his high as well, with one final thrust reaching deep inside you. After a quick breath of recovery, he carefully pulls out of you, taking extra care to ensure that everything stays inside of the condom. He properly disposes of it before lying beside you, bringing his blanket over the two of you.
You cuddle and talk about everything that comes to mind, even a couple of deeper topics. However, time passes quickly, and he has work soon, so you can't stay in the position forever. He quickly rinses off in the shower, and you begin pulling your clothes back on.
When he returns to the room, he admits, "I want so badly to call off right now. If I didn't need the money, I would've loved to stay here longer with you."
Despite sharing the same sentiment, you encourage him to go to work. He sighs before kissing your forehead and agreeing that he has to even if he would rather not.
"We can always play again another day." You remind him.
"You're so right, actually. Maybe tomorrow."
You lightly hit his shoulder for the joke, but can't fully tell if he's joking. He drives you home before zooming off to work. You thank him for the good time before he leaves, adding that you'd be more than willing for another round whenever he'd like.
Only a couple of days go by before he asks whether you'd be free to hang out one night. You find the date oddly convenient, knowing that it's the longest night of the year, but you chalk it up to coincidence and tell him that you're free the whole day. Excitedly, he asks you to come stargazing with him, and you quickly accept.
You anxiously wait for the sunlit hours to pass, excited about both seeing the stars without the city's light pollution and spending more time alone with Mingi. Since you won't be doing too much, you dress simply in a T-shirt and some dark leggings. You wonder whether he'll also dress for comfort this time around, as you've only seen him in button-down shirts these days.
"Maybe he just likes wearing button-downs?" You deduce aloud, continuing, "He used to only wear graphic tees; maybe this is his new item to stick to."
As you smile at the memory of all the sarcastic T-shirts of his past, your phone pings. His message flashes on the screen, letting you know that he's leaving now, which means he'll be here to pick you up in about 15 minutes. You double-check that you have everything you might need - water, lip balm, keys, wallet, phone, mints. You know that the obsessive checking results from the slight anxiety you get whenever you wait for him, but you can't help it. After checking three times 'just in case,' you give it up. Standing up, you begin pacing the room and checking the clock in a habitual pattern that isn't any better. You know that there's nothing to worry about, and the anxiety fades as soon as you're with him, but this happens every time without fail.
You hear tires outside and get another message from Mingi saying that he's arrived, so you grab your bag and head out to his car. Just as usual, his presence calms you immediately. You greet him with a kiss on his cheek and a quick compliment about his ever-so-handsome face, and he laughs from a failure to accept it.
"Hello to you, too, pretty boy."
"No, no. You're the pretty boy. I'm just lucky to hang out with you."
He shakes his head at your insistence but doesn't continue the compliment volley. Rather, he begins the drive towards the mountains, asking if you're excited while pointing out how clear the sky is today.
The drive of about an hour passes calmly as you make light conversation over random topics. When you get a good way into the mountains, he pulls off the road and parks the car along the dirt and gravel side bank. With the moon brightly shining down and the stars twinkling clearly, you both take a silent moment to appreciate the scenery. After a while, you can feel his eyes on you, but you refuse to turn and make eye contact. Instead, you let the bittersweet feeling seep in a bit longer.
Breaking the silence before facing him, you muse, "I'll miss this. Hopefully, the mountains will give me views this beautiful when I move."
As you turn, you catch the boy beside you try to hide his smile. Regardless, he holds the eye contact and remains silent, so you continue to fill the emptiness with words from deep within your heart.
"No matter where I go, there's never going to be another you. I think that's what I'll miss most - you. I know I missed you these past years. I'm always going to hold you within my heart dearly. Despite timing acting against us, there will always be a part of me that hopes that we'll eventually end up together, that you aren't just the one that got away."
You catch the subtle change in his body language at the last comment thanks to the continued eye contact. The tension in his muscles pains you; you don't know how to accurately read his reaction. Is he shocked? Does he feel uncomfortable? Should you not have said it? Or, maybe, is he thinking similar thoughts? Is he conflicted over the fact that you're moving?
"Sorry. I think I rambled too much."
"No. Don't be sorry. I'm happy to hear your thoughts. It's just..." He trails off as he searches for the most appropriate word or phrase to articulate his thoughts properly, but he gives up with a shake of the head, continuing simply, "Complicated, I guess. I care for you so deeply, but there's always that fear mixed into the love of it all. I think subconsciously I always knew that you'd date me if I ever asked, but it's hard to think about how the two relationships I've had turned so sour that we aren't even friends anymore. I'm terrified of losing a life-long friend because we tried to become more than that."
The strength to keep up the eye contact dwindles as his words reach your ears. Suddenly, you feel tears streaming down your cheeks, but you refuse to wipe them away. Refuse to draw attention to them. The sentiment isn't shocking to hear - hell, you often share the same fear. But hearing it from him aloud feels so different to thinking it yourself. Adding to the fact that the only current option would be to deal with long distance on top of the layers of maneuvering a new relationship and its dynamics, it finally hits you that these hangouts and dates will turn into nothing but a fun fling.
Although you try your hardest to hide your silent tears, the moon betrays you by reflecting her light in the liquid.
"Hey, hey. Y/N, are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just- fuck, I'm sorry."
Now that the secret is out, you wipe away the tears and throw a smile in his direction. You don't trust your voice not to crack and bring upon more tears from the current well in your throat, but you place your hand reassuringly atop his. You hope that your message comes across clearly, but he quickly uses that hand to tug you over the center console into a hug. As your ear rests against his chest, you hear his rushed pounding heartbeat mixed with the occasional chokeback of his own tears. Quietly, you stay together like this as his heart calms and the moon slowly progresses through the dark sky on this seemingly everlasting night.
Taking in what might be the last opportunity to be together like this.
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Thank you, wonderful visitor, for the recommendation. It’s quite a bewildering but satisfying experience seeing that people still enjoy that old tale We recounted years ago. For all other visitors to The Lands, be sure to check out some other stories on the list!
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 & 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! ♥ 📌 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 : 22.28.01 ⏰ 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 : 24.14.02 🗓️ 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘙𝘦𝘤 : In another life - @authorforrosie - February

𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻
Hotel California - @mint-yooxgi : Mature, Horror, Angst, Yandere - ot8 Ateez x reader
Written In The Stars - @mint-yooxgi : Mature, Yandere, Angst - Yeosang x chubby reader
Forbidden Fruit - @nateezfics : Mature - Hoogjoong x reader
Shells - @last-words-ofashootingstar : Mature & Yandere - Hoonjoong x reader
Don't Leave - @tbznewberry : Yandere, Mature - Jongho x reader
𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬
In Another Life - @authorforrosie : Angst - Rosé x reader
Broken Hearted - @authorforrosie : Angst - Rosé x reader & Jisoo x reader
𝘌𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯
Crazy For Each Other - @rowretro : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader
Evanescent - @0x1-lxvesxng : Yandere, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader
Game Of Lives - @enha-doodles : Yandere, Horror, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader
Gardening Club - @snowbabys : Yandere, Mature, Horror - Jungwon x gender neutral reader
19:45 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Sunoo x reader
22:06 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader
12:14 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader
Fever - @enhais : Yandere, Horror, Mature - Heeseung x reader
Saturday Love - @enhais : Yandere, Fluff, Mature - Jake x gender neutral reader
The Glory - @cheegu3 : Yandere, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader
Orange Flower - @jaeneohee : Yandere, Mature, Angst - ot7 Enhypen x reader
Enchanted - @enhadiares : Horror, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader
Escape Or Not - @enhadiares : Yandere, Mature - Jake x reader
His Belonging - @enhadiares : Yandere, Mature - Sunoo x reader
𝘐𝘵𝘻𝘺
The Night Nurse - @bluntneedle : Yandere, Mature - Chaeryeong x reader
Red Roses - @writeformesinpie : Yander, Mature - Ryujin x reader
For Your Touch - @yehzip : Yandere, Mature - Chaeryeong x reader
Still Isn’t Over - @ryuttaeng : Mature, Yandere - Yuna x reader
Love Sniper - @ryuttaeng : Mature, Yandere - Yuna x reade
𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘟
Amour Non-Réciproque - @shinehyuk : Yandere, Mature, Angst - Kihyun x reader
Mental Chains Without Keys - @tbznewberry : Yandere, Mature - Minhyuk x reader
A Little Jealousy - @linos-luna : Yandere, Mature - Wonho x reader
Lose - @stayatiny : Yandere, Mature - Wonho x reader
Netflix & Kill - @yan-purgatory : Yandere, Mature - Changkyun x reader
You Are What I Desire - @yanmx : Yandere, Mature - Shownu x reader
Stolen Cool - @twisted-tales-of-all : Yandere, Mature - Hyungwon x reader
𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦
Love Me - @yungchaeng : Yandere, Mature - Mina x reader
Allure - @shinehyuk : Yandere, Mature - Nayeon x reader
𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴
Protect You - @minho-hoho : Angst, Fluff - Lee Know x royal reader
My Baby - @linos-luna : Mature, Yandere - Bang Chan x reader
My Queen - @linos-luna : Mature, Yandere - Hyunjin x reader
What's Wrong Noona? - @linos-luna : Yandere, Mature - Jeongin x reader
𝘉𝘵𝘴
Corrupted - @blackswan446 : Yandere, Mature - J-hope x reader
𝘌𝘹𝘰 - None yet!
𝘛𝘹𝘛 - None yet!
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 - None yet!
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