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fluffyk97 · 3 years

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Basic backstories, setup and just few little things about Werewolf Cole Au. A synopsis if you will?

There's no elemental powers, Overlord, Zane isn't a nindroid, etc. Just basically a regular world with small real myths such as Werewolves.

Werewolf wolf forms aren't humanoid, but really are just big 6ft tall wolves.

Kai and Nya do live in a house near the woods and their parents were never kidnapped so they were raised by them. However they both are in a line of work that has them not home most of the time.

Kai & Nya found Lloyd on the streets being bullied from other kids. Kai immediately couldn't stand it and stepped in. When asked where Lloyd lived so they could take him, Lloyd said he didn't have one.

After a long video call later, and a quick visit by Maya, Lloyd was able to be adopted into their family and enroll in school under the name Lloyd Smith.

Kai is 20, Nya is 18, Lloyd is 14, Cole is 21, Jay is 18, Zane is 23, Pixal is 22, Skylor is 21. Excluding Cole till later, they're just a big friend group.

Kai is trying to find a good College to get into while working at Skylor and her Mother's small Noodle Shop. There is no Chen because I said so.

Skylor and Kai used to date in Highschool, but found to be better friends instead and now are just close friends.

Jay & Nya are in highschool Senior Year, and are together.

Zane & Pixal was friends with them in highschool, but now are in College together. Also a couple, and they love to visit when they can and video chat.

Lloyd is in Middle School. He's managed to make few friends there but his best friends are his adopted siblings, their friends, and his adopted cat, Meowthra.

Cole was childhood friends with Jay back in another town until one day him, his father and mother had to suddenly move out without a word to anyone. So to Jay, his childhood friend just one day disappeared.

There are Werewolf Hunters after them.

Cole gets his wolf side from Lily.

Lily doesn't pass away when he was younger, but is sick. Lou moves them to the Town where the gang are, hearing about how it's nice and close to some woods, good clean air, and he did some digging and saw nothing about Hunters being in the town because the Forest and its wildlife are supposed to be protected.

Cole is trying to figure out what to do for his mother and always goes out to the woods at night to let himself be a wolf, especially because he doesn't have complete control of his transformation like Lily.

Unfortunately Hunters did follow them.

The Hunters one day went to eat at the Noodle Shop and talked about going hunting in the Woods. Kai overheard, and he knows the Woods are not to be hunted in. Kai tried leaving a voicemail to Skylor but his phone unfortunately died mid message. He wasn't sneaky enough about it and the Hunters did notice.

At the end of his shift, locking up the Noodle Shop, Kai is jumped by the Hunters so they don't have a goody goody try and ruin their hunt.

Kai managed to get away and did run off into the woods, hoping to lead them off his tail, not find their way to his house, while also hoping to manage to get home through the woods.

Kai of course loses the Hunters, but unfortunately his ankle did get sprained pretty bad and he stops to sit against a tree once he's sure he's safe.

That's when Cole finds him after smelling some of his blood.

Kai never heard of any reports of wolves in the woods, especially none that are 6ft tall. So understandably, Kai freezes up in fear while also knowing he wouldn't get anywhere if he tried.

Cole approaches, luckily just have hunted something himself so Kai's blood doesn't affect his hunter instincts too much.

Cole slowly approaches Kai before licking his wounds. He turns Kai around and grabs him by the back of his jacket, carrying him off to his little den he set up for when he's out in the woods.

Kai freaks out and is about to yell before he hears the distant sound of a Jeep driving through the woods which leads him to shut up in fear its the hunters.

This also has Cole rush to the den.

The den is set up with a large bedroll, campfire and few other necessities because Cole goes to it when he's a human as well. It surprises Kai, but he doesn't complain when the big wolf sets him down and carries over a first aid kit.

Even after patching himself up, Kai still can't get up, but it seems the Wolf in front of him basically saved him and maybe has an owner. Plus, out of fear of running into the hunters, he decides okay he'll stay for the night.

Cole does notice Kai starts shivering when trying to sleep, so he goes over to offer some warmth. Kai while uneasy with a big wolf next to him, accepts it, not wanting to risk going against it and it is nice.

This leads to both of them falling asleep and Cole completely forgetting he's going to change back in the morning.

So Kai wakes up being hugged by this large shirtless man. His screaming wakes Cole up, leading him to screaming as well as the scramble to get apart.

The den is surprisingly close to Kai's house, so as Nya is about to head out on her bike to find out why Kai didn't come home last night, she hears him screaming in the woods.

After the screaming stops, Kai and Cole stare at each other. Kai in complete bewilderment, glancing around for that wolf from last night unaware it was Cole. Cole meanwhile is frozen, slapping himself mentally for some reason helping this random stranger as a wolf and not thinking about him turning back in the morning.

Nya calls out for Kai though, drawing his attention away from Cole and allowing him a moment to slip away.

Kai after realizing he was left alone, decides to get up, limping out of the den to call out to Nya.

Kai is brought home and his wounds are more properly treated. A call to Skylor to look out for the guys that jumped Kai and to let her know what's up.

Kai tells the story about the Wolf. Lloyd gets excited wanting to find a big nice Wolf himself, but Nya quickly dismisses it to it most likely just being a dream passing out in the woods. Hoping to delude Lloyd from going and searching the woods for said Wolf, while also not believing it herself.

Kai is basically forced to stay home till they know the Hunters aren't going to go after him again, and to heal up his ankle.

Kai keeps thinking about that night while during his little house arrest, and even dreams of the man he woke up next to, turning into the 6ft Wolf that helped him.

One night when he's okay to walk again and Nya is at Jay's house with Lloyd to help him study, and for a little sleepover, Kai sneaks out back to the woods, finding the den again and hopes to come across the Wolf again.

Cole wanders in as a wolf and freezes noticing Kai waiting for him. He was no different from Kai, constantly thinking about the other in numerous ways since their encounter.

Cole unfortunately wasn't so prepared for another meeting and turns to run away, but finds himself freezing when Kai cries out "Wait!"

Kai slowly approaches Cole.

"You can understand me, can't you?" Cole looks Kai in the eyes and nods to Kai's slight surprise.

"Are you that guy I woke up next to?" Cole whines in response, in fear of Kai knowing.

"It's okay! I... well its little weird to think about, but... wow I was actually right? Haha, I don't know how to feel about this, but I won't go ratting you out don't worry!" Cole's ears perk up in surprise.

That's when the familiar sound of a Jeep reaches both their ears. Smelling the air, Cole whines, recognizing the smell of Hunters, moving to turn and run again, but Kai stops him again.

Kai offers and brings Cole back to his house to help hide him. Cole feels like he should reject, and not trust so easily, but he finds himself following Kai easily.

That's when Kai walks in with Cole, ducking through the back door and see Nya and Lloyd who just got home because the sleep over got cancelled.

After a lot of panic and explaining later, Nya agrees to help out Cole, wanting more explaining from him if Kai saying him turning into a human is true.

Lloyd is very excited to see such a big wolf and starts talking to Cole a lot. It surprises Cole, but he also finds it enjoyable to see a kid so excited to actually see him like this after growing up and being told by Lou he should never show his secret to anyone.

Lloyd does bring Meowthra to Cole, and while Kai and Nya were expecting the usual Cat vs Dog or this case, Wolf, Meowthra surprisingly really likes Cole and they get along fine.

Lloyd helps Kai give food to Cole once they hear the wolf's tummy growl.

The next morning, Cole wakes up in the living room as human and he does explain what he is. Pleading for the trio of siblings to not say anything, especially after he smelled Hunters and learned they're the ones who hurt Kai. They of course agree to the promise.

This starts the cycle of Cole coming over some nights as a Wolf and staying the night.

Cole is excited to talk to people again after being on the run and being hidden for so long and a nice distraction from worrying about his mother.

Kai finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with Cole until he realizes he's actually falling in love with a werewolf.

Overtime the rest of the friend group also accidentally learn about Cole but agree to keep the secret. Jay especially being really happy to see his childhood friend again and getting an explanation why he disappeared so long ago.

Kai find himself talking a lot about Cole to his siblings and Skylor. Cole does the same to Jay about Kai.

Of course they do confess at some point. Or basically forced to by everyone.

Cole keeps all this a secret from Lou because his father has grown to always have a constant worry of his son and wife being hurt because their Wolf sides. He talks to Lily about everyone though when he thinks she's asleep, but she does hear it all and is happy to hear her son is happy. She doesn't tell Lou until Cole is ready.

Cole is a clingly bf when him and Kai are together, being very touch starved from only having his mom & dad for so long. Kai loves attention, so it works out perfectly.

Cole as a wolf will sometimes just pick up Kai to bring him t lay down with and enjoy cuddles. When human, he loves to come up from behind for a hug.

Kai brought Cole to work one day and Cole fell in love with the food there ofc.

When Cole first ate cake around the others, he was a wolf and they did immediately get scared with mindset of chocolate bad for dogs. Morning came and Cole reassured he was fine and is still okay to eat anything he can as a human, as a wolf.

Cole does still struggle with gaining control of his transformation but that mainly affects to him turning into a wolf every night. Lily can turn into a wolf anytime she wants.

However sometimes Cole finds himself losing to his wolf instincts and needs to hunt or gets hostile.

First time Cole loses himself as a wolf he is hostile, but Kai slowly approaches him, treating it like he would for Lloyd when he has panic attacks, and brings Cole out of it. Mostly succeeding to get close because Cole smells his own scent on Kai.

They all do try and pitch in to find a way to help Lily, and stop the Hunters.

#ninjago #ninjago au #werewolf cole #Lavashipping #kai smith #cole brookstone #long post #nya smith #lloyd garmadon #jay walker #zane julien #skylor chen #pixal borg #This ended up being a lot more than i was thinking of writing down #But hey #I say I love this au #werewolf Cole au

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bubblesuga · 3 years

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Turning Page - Part 1

Summary: Sometimes you find yourself in the right place at the right time and unknowingly, you fall in love. Min Yoongi certainly didn’t expect that when he met eyes with you one fateful night in late July. Nor did he expect to end up naked in your apartment while you drew his body.

w/c: 7,302 genre: struggling producer!yoongi au, new relationship, fluff, smut warnings: oral (m receiving), dom!yoongi, switch!reader, raw sex, spanking, reader has a praise kink, yoongi has a dirty mouth (but lets be honest, what else is new?), slight exhibitionism, jungkook is too nosy for his own good

It’s not often that you find yourself at a 24 hour diner in the middle of the night with an insane amount of papers splayed out in front of you as eat your waffles while answering emails and trying your hardest to copy the manuscripts sent to you but for some god-awful reason it’s happened to you on more than one occasion this week alone.

The manuscript, which the author unabashedly decided to hand write instead of type in this day and age, was way too long and had way too much detail. Unfortunately for you, your boss only reads typed manuscripts and insisted that you copy every word and type it for her by Monday. You know for a fact that your boss is going to get three chapters into this absolute mess of a story and toss it but you have no choice but to listen to her.

This is definitely not how you expected being an intern to go yet here you are, wondering and waiting for the day that you can move on and start your own company like you’ve wanted to for practically your entire life.

“Can I get you a refill on your coffee?” A voice asks, and you glance up to see the waitress, an older woman with a smile that could light up a thousand suns.

“Yes please,” you smile, holding out your mug to her as she pours directly from the pot, “thank you.”

“No problem, I always see you working so hard so I figured you could use the energy boost.” she grins, patting your shoulder lightly as she begins to walk away and help the other few tables which also happen to be hosting tired college students and early risers or late sleepers.

Without even realizing it, another half hour passes by you quickly. Your eyes burn, but you count the remaining pages and try to push through. Quickly though, your ears spot the sound of dishes clanking together and you can’t help but pull your attention in that direction.

A man with blond hair and dark eyes is cleaning the table in front of you. He adorns an apron around his waist and a white t-shirt with black pants. The busboy wipes down the table, and you admire his side profile as he does so. His features are soft, a rounded nose and down-turned lips held almost in a pout. You have never come across a man so stunningly beautiful, it nearly causes your breath to be caught in your throat.

You’re staring for so long that the man catches on to your watchful eye, glancing over in your direction with a raised eyebrow. You smile sheepishly, “Sorry.”

The man smirks, shaking his head before hauling the bin of empty cups and plates towards the kitchen. Your heart sinks for a moment, but you shake the feeling to the best of your ability and try to finish typing.

A few more moments pass, and you hear someone sitting across from you. You glance up and see the man sat across from you, apron gone and a black jacket now covering his torso.

“Can I help you?” You question softly, clasping your hands together atop the table.

He bites his bottom lip, “I feel like I should be asking you the same thing.”

“Pardon?”

“You were watching me earlier, just curious what was on your mind was all.” He shrugs, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets.

You swallow, the way his eyes scan you causes your face to flush. Carefully, you stack up your papers and clean the table slightly while you try to think a way to dance around the answer to his question. He waits patiently, which only causes you to panic internally.

“I was thinking that you would be nice to draw.” you finally settle on, and it’s true. He looks like a work of art, and you’d love to have had him as a model in your art class when you went to college.

He doesn’t seem to expect that answer, his eyes widening slightly as his head tilts, “So draw me.”

“Ah,” you immediately wave your hand dismissively, “I haven’t drawn in a couple years and I was never any good at it anyway.”

He leans forward, mirroring your position from earlier, “But if that was your first thought then surely you still have an interest in it.” The smooth cadence of his tone intimidates you to no end, yet it entices you and pulls you in even more. How can a stranger hold so much power over you?

“I’ll tell you what,” you say after a moment, suddenly gaining a brush of confidence when you see a twinkle in his eye, “you come to my apartment tomorrow night and I’ll draw you.”

“That sounds like a trap to murder me.” He remarks, a gummy grin stretching across his face and you have to hold back a small ‘awe’, your chest twisting at the sight.

“You want to get drawn or not?” you bite back, just as teasingly.

He shakes his head, a small chuckle leaving his pink lips, “Give me your phone.”

You raise an eyebrow, reaching into your bag and pulling out your phone. You unlock it for him and he takes it immediately, keeping the screen just far enough away from you that you can’t see what he’s doing. Soon enough, he stands abruptly and sets your phone down onto the table.

He smirks, “Text me the address, I’ll be there.”

The stranger wanders down the isle and towards the front door, and you watch in awe at his broad shoulders and shapely figure. Something about the way he carried himself made your mouth water.

Breaking out of your trance, you quickly unlock your phone and and see a newly added contact. At the top of the screen is a simple ‘Yoongi ;)’ titling the contact.

You blush, gnawing your bottom lip gently as he passes by the window and sends a wink your way.

~*~*~

He’s going to be here any moment. He’s going to walk through your door with his stupid fucking smirk and attractive eyes and he’s going to be in your living room, posing for a while so you can draw him.

And you’re freaking out.

After he left you immediately sent him your address, and since then the two of you have been talking non stop. It was mostly about small things, jobs, favorite foods and favorite colors... Although it may have only been a day, you feel like you know him pretty well. He’s funny and charismatic and oh so charming, no wonder you were so drawn in to his beauty because he’s gorgeous from the inside out.

You haphazardly through your jackets and shoes into the closet by the front door, only recently becoming aware of how much clothes you leave strewn throughout your home.

Just as you light a cinnamon scented candle in the center of the room, your doorbell rings.

You rush over to the door and glance in the mirror to fluff your hair and wipe away any runny make up. Exhaling a deep breath, you open the door and greet Yoongi with a smile.

“Hello.” you say simply, opening the door wider and motioning for Yoongi to come in. He’s dressed in a black button up and tight fitting black jeans, a stark contrast to his work attire. He carries with him a back pack and a bottle of whiskey.

He notices the way you eye the bottle, and he flushes slightly, “I figured it could help with your nerves. A- and mine, because I’m a little nervous as well.”

“Nervous?” you trudge into your living room with Yoongi following closely behind, “why are you nervous?”

“Well, I’m not exactly sure if you expected this to be a nude drawing or not so I wore nice clothes but I’m also willing to take them off.” He scratches the bottom of his chin, watching as you set up the easel.

You pause your movements, eyes widening, “N- nude?”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, twisting open the bottle of whiskey, “isn’t that what you do in those fancy art classes? Draw nude people?”

“I- I mean, we did,” you stutter, your throat going dry, “but they were always women because I went to an all female college.”

“Ah, so you could use the practice,” he grins confidently, but it drops suddenly, “unless you’re uncomfortable with that. Then, fully clothed is fine with me.”

The thought of being able to see the gorgeous man nude excited you more than you’d like to admit, and seeing as you two were in the safety and comfort of your own home, you had no problem with him doing it so long as he wanted to, and by the way his fingers are itching to undo the first button of his shirt, you figure he is.

“Go ahead. You’re right, I can use the practice.”

Yoongi smiles and with trembling fingers he begins to take his clothes off. As he does so, you focus on setting up the rest of your supplies. The charcoal set sits idly on the table beside you and you finally sit down with a sigh.

As you turn your eyes back to Yoongi, you see that he is splayed across your couch with the bottle in hand.

Holy fuck, his body is just as gorgeous as his face. He’s lean, but you can tell he definitely works out his arms and his legs are long, a pinkish tint holds itself to his skin and you’re unsure if he’s being shy or if the alcohol has already taken affect on him. Eventually you let your eyes land on his hips, his pelvis presenting itself neatly between his legs. It takes everything in you not to drop what you’re doing and let him fuck you into oblivion.

“(Y/N)?” you hear, and you’re brought back to the current situation. Yoongi’s face holds a knowing smirk, and he leans forward to hand you the bottle of whiskey.

You take it gratefully, your heart thudding harshly in your chest as you take a sip.

“Is this position okay?” he questions, one leg bent at the knee and resting on the other one. His right arm rests extended on the back of the couch while his left hand plays dangerously close to his pelvis.

“Y- yes.” you breathe, picking up your pencil and beginning the sketch.

It doesn’t take long for you to get the basic sketch down, your love for drawing coming back in droves as Yoongi sits silently, watching your face as you continue to sketch across the paper. He smiles, your nose crinkling before you erase a line or your tongue poking out as your concentrating on a specific area.

After a little bit of silence, you speak up, “Do you want me to draw, uhm,” you pause your sentence and gesture towards his hips, to which he responds with a little laugh.

“My cock?”

His use of the word shocks you a little bit, but you silently remind yourself that you are a grown woman and are completely capable of listening to a man talk about his anatomy, even when you’re immensely attracted to him and have to continually swallow the drool that threatens to fall from your mouth.

“Yeah, your- your cock.” you nearly whisper, noticing the way his cock twitches slightly at your voice.

Okay, he’s getting just as much enjoyment out of this as I am.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, shifting a few inches, “I want you to draw my cock.”

You nod, turning back to your drawing and beginning the last details.

Yoongi doesn’t take his attention away from your face, gauging your reaction to his body. He likes the way you’re so attentive, and it’s taking everything in him not to harden, though he’s unsure how much longer he can hold off.

His mind reels with the possibility of you riding him right on this couch. After spotting you at the restaurant he knew that he wanted you. It’s been far too long since he’s had sex, and his pickiness has become more and more evident, especially to his roommates. However, the moment he saw you, he could nearly imagine the way you would feel around him and when he saw you staring he knew that he was in the clear to come over and talk to you.

This definitely wasn’t how he expected it to turn out but he has no complaints.

“I’m almost done,” you murmur, your brow furrowed in concentration, “you can move now. All I have to do is shade a little.”

Yoongi lets out a small breath, his fingers dancing across his hip bone as he lays comfortably on his back, “Do you need me to get dressed now?”

You glance up, your face mostly hidden by the sketch pad, “If you would like to.”

Slight disappointment hits Yoongi as he realizes that he’s not going to be able to touch you today. He sits up and reaches for his boxers, but you stop him.

“Or you could give me a minute and I’ll undress too.” you say casually, shrugging as you pick up a black pen and sign the bottom of the drawing.

Yoongi’s jaw drops, and there’s no stopping it now. He instantly feels blood rush to his cock and watches intently while you spin the easel around and show him your work of art.

Across the page, Yoongi sees himself displayed and detail lining every area of the sketch. He notices the way his eyes twinkle even in the drawing and if there were ever a time to think of himself as attractive, it would be now that he’s been drawn by you.

“Do you like it?” you ask nervously.

Yoongi grins, “I love it.”

“Good,” you whisper, and you stand up. You take a careful step over to him, and Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes away from you. As you’re about to slip your shirt over your head, he stops you.

“Let me, please.” he begs gently, and you nod. He stands up quickly and hooks his fingers around the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms and allow him to slip the material over your head. His movements are slow, tantalizing and teasing you but also drawing you into him.

He places his hand against your side, drawing small circles before leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

It lasts no more than a few seconds, but you instantly miss the contact. He smiles, his nose crinkling as he does so and your heart can be heard from inside your chest, singing as he looks you in the eyes. He unhooks your bra, tossing it to the side and suddenly his lips are back on yours.

It’s much more feverish than before, the taste of the whiskey and his strawberry flavored lip balm mix together on your tongue. The combination is harmonious, and he tastes exactly like you thought he would.

Suddenly, he grips your shorts and pants, slipping them down your legs and softly commanding you to step out of them. You steady yourself on his shoulders and do as he says, your legs trembling with anticipation.

“Last chance to back out of this if you don’t want it.” Yoongi says, his hands cupping your jaw and using his thumb to swipe gently at your cheek. You smile, “I want this.”

He nods, “On your knees.”

You instantly listen, dropping to your knees in front of him and licking your lips hungrily at now being eye level with Yoongi’s now hard cock. He smirks, “You can touch.”

You nod hesitantly, then reach forward and pump him up and down a few times. Instantly, Yoongi’s head falls backward and a moan falls from his lips, gloriously loud and deep.

The sound sends tingles straight to your heat, and you tentatively stick your tongue out to lick the tip of his member. His hips flex and you open your mouth automatically to accept him into your mouth. He goes a little further than expected and you gag as you feel him hit the back of your throat.

“’M sorry,” he moans, “fuck your throat feels so good.”

He looked heavenly, sweat begins to line his forehead as you use your tongue on the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the pulsating vein.

His hands gather your hair up in his hands, “There we go, wanna see your pretty face as you suck my cock.”

Fuck.

You take him as deep into your mouth as you possibly can and hold him there, moaning at his dirty mouth and feeling yourself grow wetter by the second.

“Good girl,” he feels your hands begin to roam his torso, his muscles flexing beneath his fingertips, “gonna cum.”

With that, you pop off of him and see his eyes fall to you incredulously. “I was gonna-”

“I know,” you grin, “but wouldn’t it feel better inside of me?”

“You are so fucking hot.” he says, pulling you up to his level and slamming his lips to yours. You tug him down as you fall onto the couch, his cock brushing ever-so-lightly between your legs and causing both of you to gasp.

It doesn’t take Yoongi long to line himself up at your entrance, your legs wrapped carefully around his waist and guiding him in slowly. Yoongi watches the way your eyes roll backwards as he bottoms out, a moan falling from his lips as he steadies himself.

He had never felt as much pleasure than in this moment.

The eroticism of the entire situation made everything feel more sensual. Despite barely knowing him, you felt a connection to him stronger than anyone ever before. The way his cock seems to fit perfectly within you, stroking and massaging your velvety walls, immediately has you reeling beneath him.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” Yoongi starts, his arms shaking as he holds himself above you, “what can I do to help you out?”

“That’s okay, just fuck me.” You gasp.

You feel him reach a point inside you that sends waves through your body, your back arching off the couch. Yoongi catches the way your breathing has grown ragged, and reaches his hand between the two of you.

His thumb manages to find your clit, collecting your wetness and rubbing over it gently. His thrusts stay slow and steady, but even so you’re unable to hold back. As your orgasm approaches, you bring Yoongi down to your mouth and feel the way he nibbles at your bottom lip. Suddenly, he speeds his thrusts up and his thumb swipes fast and sloppy circles across your clit.

You feel your breath catch in your throat as your orgasm washes over you, a mewl of content leaving your mouth as Yoongi soon follows after, strings of hot cum coating your walls and adding to the sensitivity of your heat.

He collapses on top of you, his lips peppering kisses across your exposed chest while your hand caresses his hair.

“I would have been able to last longer if you weren’t so fucking good at giving head.” Yoongi nearly whines, his chest heaving while he attempts to catch his breath.

“It’s okay,” you smile, pushing his hair back and exposing his forehead, “we both got there in the end.”

Yoongi shrugs, making no effort to move off of you as he buries himself in your chest, “If you hadn’t, I would have no problem making you cum on my tongue.” His words are slightly muffled by your breasts which only causes you to giggle.

“Hm, I’m open to experiencing that on another day,” his lips turn up against your skin at your words, “but can I give you some pointers?”

Yoongi’s head pops up, his eyes looking at you incredulously, “you just said that we both got there in the end, what more do I need to do?”

“Be louder,” you whisper, his tone teasing, “I like when a man is vocal.”

His eyes glare jokingly, “Okay, you’re on. I’ll be as loud as you want.”

You giggle, pressing a light kiss to his nose and watching the way his face scrunch up at the contact.

His chin rests on you, his thumb stroking your cheekbone, “I like you a lot.”

“Are you basing this solely off of the fact that I made you cum?”

“That plays a part in it,” he chuckles, “but I want to see you again for sure. You seem cool, and I’d really like to take you out to dinner some time.”

“Ah,” you click your tongue, “we did it backwards.”

Yoongi laughs, a melodic sound that instantly makes your heart speed up.

The two of you lay there for a little bit, your hand stroking his hair as you talk about the most mundane tasks. He tells you a little bit about his job, how his friend owns the diner the two of you met at and Yoongi likes to help out every once in a while for some extra cash.

His real passion lies in music, which is why he was so hellbent to see you make art again. He loves encouraging people to create, to take charge and express themselves in the purest forms.

After what seems like hours, Yoongi hears his phone ding. With a groan of disapproval, he climbs off of you and reaches into his jeans for his phone.

You situate yourself on your side, watching the way Yoongi runs a hand through his messy hair and checks his phone.

“Seokjin wants me to come serve tonight,” he says with a sigh, “I’ll text you after I get off, yeah?”

You nod, “I need to finish up some work anyway.”

Silently, Yoongi begins to dress himself for the first time since he entered your apartment. You pout visibly as he slips his boxers back on, standing up and following suit by dressing yourself as well.

As soon as you’re both dressed, you carefully tear Yoongi’s drawing out of the sketch pad and reach out to hand it to him.

“You’re giving it to me?” He questions, taking it with a raised eyebrow.

You nod, “I don’t feel right in keeping it.”

He shakes his head, “You should keep it for a rainy day.”

Your eyes turn to slits while you inspect the drawing. You quietly slip it back into the sketchbook while Yoongi lets out another laugh.

You lead him back to the front door, your arms crossed over your chest. Different from previous hook ups, you didn’t feel dirty after everything that you did. Instead, you felt comforted by the fact that he didn’t just leave as soon as he finished. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to take care of you and that wasn’t something you came across often.

As he shuts the door behind him, you can’t help but touch your lips while you remember the feeling of his.

~*~*~

“Hey Seokjin,” Yoongi greets as he enters the diner through the back door.

Seokjin flips some sauteed vegetables in a pan and glances over at his younger friend, “Hey Yoon-” he pauses, setting down the pan, “you got laid didn’t you?”

Yoongi throws his head back, muttering a small ‘damn it’ knowing that he’s going to get grilled until Seokjin is happy with the amount of details he’s received.

“Yeah I did.” he sighs.

“Hm, well you don’t seem too happy about it. Was she awful or something?”

Yoongi whips his head towards Seokjin, “What? No, god no. She was fantastic.”

“Then why the long face?”

“Because I had to leave her to come help you.” Yoongi shrugs, chuckling when he feels Seokjin shove him lightly.

Shaking his head, Seokjin plates up the food while he talks to Yoongi, “Was it the cute editor you were talking about last night?”

Yoongi feels a twinge of jealousy hit his chest when he hears Seokjin saw you too, but it’s quickly replaced with triumph once he realizes that he got to you first.

“She’s an intern, not an editor quite yet, but yeah that’s her.”

“Good man,” he praises, “does that mean you’re back on your game?”

Yoongi scoffs, “Just because I fuck one girl doesn’t mean I’m immediately going to try and fuck every girl I’m attracted to again.”

Sure, Yoongi admits he went through a phase of... being well known. Especially in college, Yoongi was known to be a man of many special talents. After a while of random hook ups and making girls scream his name, he lost interest. He assumed it was because he got bored of it, but now he’s realizing that he was much more interested in having a relationship. Ever since he realized that, he had been waiting for someone to fall into his lap.

For some reason, the moment he saw you he felt some indescribable feeling that drew him to you. Like all that waiting had finally paid off and he needed to talk to the girl with laser focus and a cute smile.

“Oh, so you like this girl?” Seokjin says, glancing at the screen as another order comes in.

“Yeah, a lot. She’s an artist.” He grins, calling back from the locker room connected to the kitchen.

“Awe, did she draw you a picture?” Seokjin coos, a loud laugh following his teasing words.

Yoongi’s cheeks blush as he suddenly flashes back to the events of today, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Seokjin glances into the locker room, “I’ll question further later, for now you need to go to section A and help out Hwasa because she is drowning in tickets.”

“Yes sir!” Yoongi mocks a salute, walking out to the dining area.

~*~*~

From: Yoongi (received 16:34)

Be ready in 20. Dress comfortably.

Your jaw drops as you stare at your phone, rushing upward from your position on your couch with a bag of chips and blankets surrounding you.

You glance your at your reflection in passing and practically run to the bathroom to comb your hair.

It’s only been two weeks since the two of you met. Your comforted by the fact that your phone always has a good morning text and a good night text from Yoongi. The two of you have yet to have a dry conversation and even if Yoongi is stuck at work or working on one of his secret projects, he makes sure to send a text that he’ll respond as soon as he has the chance.

Previously you had never had someone so attentive, especially even in just the talking stages. At one point he called you, his voice rough and laced with sleep but the entire time he seemed lively and excited to talk to you. Your heart swelled with adoration the entire time and you’re safe in thinking that Yoongi feels the same.

Because you haven’t seen Yoongi since the day you drew him, you find yourself regularly looking at the drawing.

For the first time in what seems like years, you felt proud of something you had created. A constant rut that collapsed in on you like a black hole, drowning you in a state of constant despair, disappeared in half a day. Since then, you’re brain is reeling with creative thought and you couldn’t wait to show Yoongi what you’ve been drawing in your free time. He encourages you in a way that makes you feel like you can be whatever you want to be.

One thing you were most proud of was your self-portrait. Your legs laid spread in front of a mirror for hours while you tried to perfect a drawing for Yoongi, to give back since he allowed you to keep his.

“Why do all my cute bras disappear when I need them most?” you whine outwardly, your phone dinging again.

From Yoongi (received 16:48)

Oops, I’m early.

You smile.

To Yoongi (sent 16:49)

You’re lucky you’re cute Be out soon

Quickly, you slip on a simple blue laced bra and t-shirt with a red skirt. Hoping that you were still cute in your comfortable clothes, you let out a nervous breath and head to the door. You grab your sketch book before you lock your door, Yoongi’s car parked at the end of the breezeway. You spot him before he spots you, a black beanie adorned on his head with his gorgeous blond hair peaking out beneath.

You open his door and Yoongi immediately puts his phone away, “Hey.”

“Hi.” You greet, slipping your sketchbook into the back seat. Yoongi leans over the center console and holds your face in his hand, and he kisses you.

It’s short and sweet, not as feverish as the first one you shared but it made you realize how quickly you had fallen victim to missing his kiss.

“I have wanted to do that for weeks now.” He states as if he read your mind, his eyes closed in bliss.

“Why’d it take you so long then?” You tease, kissing him again.

Yoongi smirks, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Does that mean you’re fonder of me?”

He watches you pull the seat belt over your torso before he responds, “Definitely, I was thinking about you last night before I went to bed.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Mhm,” he hums, a hand moving over to rest on your knee while he backs out of the parking spot, “you’re very talented with your tongue, even in my dreams.”

You don’t respond, instead you look down at his hand on your knee with a blush.

The drive consists of soft music playing of the speakers of Yoongi’s 2003 Kia. A choice of car you wouldn’t expect him to drive but it oddly fits his personality. It’s quiet and gets him just where he needs to be, a simple thing that Yoongi tells you he takes pride in.

It isn’t a long drive, but you take the time to admire the way Yoongi looks as he drives. The windows are rolled down and soft summer air breezes throughout the car while you drive across the countryside. The evening sun shines across Yoongi’s face, those soft facial features that drew you in still prominent, his nose curling upward while he laughs at a joke you told.

“Alright,” he says after about 15 minutes, “we’re here.”

Yoongi parks near a beach, where you spot a group of people around a fire. You tilt your head, “Are we meeting your friends?”

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay. It’s just a small get together to celebrate a friend’s promotion.” Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and lets out a nervous chuckle.

You survey the crowd, cases of soju surrounding them while they laugh among each other. One of them seems to spot the car, waving at the two of you enthusiastically.

Butterflies swarm in your stomach as you draw your bottom lip between your teeth, “Sure, I’d love to meet your friends.”

Yoongi rushes to the other side of the car to open your door for you, wrapping his arm comfortingly around your shoulder while he leads you to the group.

A log was left empty that had just enough room for the two of you. As you approach, Yoongi calls out, “Shut up everybody! This is (Y/N), be nice to her. I like her a lot,” instantly everyone quiets down, and Yoongi points to the tallest first man, “That’s Namjoon, Seokjin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin.”

“Hyung, why’d you say my name last?” Jimin pouts, his voice already slightly slurred. You giggle, following Yoongi to the log.

Namjoon reaches over, sticking his hand out, “It’s nice to meet the girl that Yoongi’s mentioned.”

“Mentioned?” Jungkook scoffs, “He doesn’t shut up about you. You’re all he ever talks about and it takes a lot to get this man to stop talking about music.”

Yoongi leans over and smacks his friend on the arm, his cheeks turning red at his admission.

You giggle, “If it’s any consolation, I talk about Yoongi all the time too.”

“Ah great, they’re both crazy about each other.” Seokjin jokes, a laugh unlike you had ever heard falling from his lips. His laugh causes you to laugh, and you quickly cover your mouth once you realize what you did.

“Yah! She’s already making fun of my laugh!” Seokjin remarks, his bottom lip jutting outward cutely while Jimin shakes his head.

“Take this and shut up.” Jimin reaches a drink out to Seokjin, who laughs and sends a wink your way to ease your mind.

The night continues on gleefully, exchanging stories among each other and getting to know Yoongi’s friends - and Yoongi - more and more.

At one point you could tell that Yoongi’s friends were grilling you in an attempt to see if you were a bad person. They were quite bad at it, though, seeing as Jungkook asked if you had ever killed a man and Taehyung was hellbent on trying to get you to say you liked country music. Though, you did admit that Carrie Underwood had a few good songs. Taehyung took this as a win and threw his hands up in victory while Namjoon told him to settle down.

Now that you were more than a few drinks in, you listened intently to every story that the boys were telling.

"Just wait until you hear about Yoongi’s parenting diary for Holly.” Hoseok spills, laughing so hard that he leans into Jimin who sits beside him. Jimin eyes disappear behind his smile, and everyone begins to chuckle.

“No way!” you gape, turning to look at Yoongi who holds a beer tightly in his left and draws circles in your back with his right, “Min Yoongi, you never told me you were such a softy.”

“I’m not a softy, I’m mean and scary,” Yoongi retaliates loudly, then he leans closer to your ear and whispers, “and I bite.”

A chill runs down your spine and you immediately turn away, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to conceal your chill. Yoongi chuckles low enough for you to hear, his fingertips reaching beneath the base of your shirt and massaging gently. You didn’t realize how rough his fingertips were, callouses from hours of guitar playing evident on his hands.

“Alright, children. I think it’s time for us to head out.” Yoongi says suddenly, interrupting a conversation between Hoseok and Namjoon.

He stands and pulls you up with him. You smile and wave, “It was nice meeting you all.”

“It was nice meeting you too,” Namjoon waves back to you, “excited to have you back around.”

As you say goodbye to the rest and walk away, you hear a patter of footsteps walking behind the two of you. “Hyung! Can I get a ride?”

Jungkook stumbles towards the two of you, and Yoongi glances at you in question. You shrug, “I don’t mind, it’s your car.”

Yoongi waves Jungkook over, the three of you walking towards Yoongi’s small car. Yoongi opens the door for you, bowing gently and humming while he walks over to the drivers side. In the few short seconds that you and Jungkook were alone in the car, Jungkook leans forward and rests his head on the back of Yoongi’s seat.

“I haven’t seen Yoongi this happy in a while,” he pats your shoulder, “thank you.”

You don’t get the opportunity to respond as Yoongi opens the car door and hops in. You swallow, smiling and biting your lip. Your chest swells with the thought that Yoongi is just as affected by you as you are by him.

The drive is quite, but suddenly Jungkook speaks up.

“Is this yours, (Y/N)?”

You turn your head back and instantly your eyes widen, Jungkook glancing through your sketchpad. You spot the edge of your Yoongi drawing sticking out, Yoongi’s face visible but Jungkook had yet to spot it.

“Y- yeah.” you say, praying that he stops flipping through the pages. Yoongi glances over to you, his eyes just as wide as yours. He simply shakes his head as if to say ‘stop him’.

“These are really goo- oh! You drew Yoongi!” Jungkook’s fingers begin to pull at the piece of paper which causes you to unhook your seat belt and take the entire sketchbook out of Jungkook’s hands.

He seems lost for a second, “Can I see the Yoongi drawing?”

“No!” you and Yoongi respond simultaneously, panic lacing both of your voices while Yoongi pulls into an unfamiliar neighborhood.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, “You two doing something freaky?”

Yoongi coughs, “I was just a model for (Y/N) to practice with.”

“A nude model?” Jungkook asks in a sing-song voice, noticing the way you glance at Yoongi.

“Cool it with the questions, Kookie.” Yoongi scolds gently.

“Hey, I don’t judge. I posed nude for a sculpting class once, those girls got to look at my bits for hours and I’m sure they enjoyed it as much as you enjoyed looking at Yoongi’s-”

“Wow would you look at that, we’re home! Get the fuck out of my car.” Yoongi turns around, gesturing for Jungkook to exit. Jungkook holds a smirk on his face, “Be safe.”

As soon as Jungkook gets out of the car, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Yoongi rests his head on the steering wheel, laughing quietly to himself in both embarrassment and joy.

“Why did you have that drawing in the sketchbook?” He questions as he reverses out of the driveway.

You shrug, “I don’t know... I just wanted to show you what I’ve been working on since that day.”

“Like what?”

“A self portrait.” you shrug, opening the sketchbook and flipping to the most recently filled in page. You hold it up so Yoongi can glance at it while he drives, but you didn’t expect his eyes to bulge out of his head while he slams on the breaks and pulls off to the side of the neighborhood road.

Instantly, he reaches and takes the book from you, his eyes scanning over the drawing repeatedly.

“Gorgeous,” he breathes, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

You smile gently, pointing your finger to your chest, “I drew my boobs more even than they actually are so I’m not that gorgeous.”

Yoongi’s eyes turn to slits, “Well this is tainted now. How will I ever be able to hang this up when it’s not accurate to the real thing?”

You giggle, pushing Yoongi’s shoulder gently. His joking tone diminishes once his eyes fall back on the drawing, the smile dropping from his face while his finger traces the curve of your hips. “Gorgeous...” he whispers again, “Fuck, I love this so much. Thank you.”

He leans across the center console and presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

That’s just not enough, though.

You slip the sketchpad out of his hands and close it, “You want to see the real thing?”

Your lack of touch from Yoongi these past couple weeks didn’t seem to bother you but now that you have him alone, you want to jump his bones.

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to nod, unhooking his seat belt and leaning his chair back a little bit. You grin, slipping the t-shirt over your head and pressing a harsh kiss against Yoongi’s lips. He welcomes your lips, drinking you in while his hands begin to roam your now bare skin. He slips his grip down to your thighs, pulling you over the center console and causing you straddle his thighs.

Not breaking the kiss, you begin to grind yourself down onto Yoongi’s quick-hardening cock. He moans into the kiss, his hands kneading your ass roughly. You gasp when you feel his hand lay a hard smack against your ass, the sound resonating throughout the car and causing Yoongi to smirk.

“Oh, you like being spanked?” he peppers kisses across your neck, “have you been a bad girl?”

“Mhm,” you moan, “I’m your bad girl.”

“That’s right,” Yoongi growls, spanking you once again, “my bad girl.”

You toss your head back when you feel Yoongi’s hips begin to twist beneath you, his cock straining against the zipper of his jeans. You reach between the two of you, unzipping his jeans and threading his cock through the hole.

Yoongi sucks in a breath through his teeth while your small hand pumps him up and down carefully.

“No time,” Yoongi groans, “ride me.”

You didn’t have to be told twice.

The feeling of the slick between your legs was enough to show that you were ready, so Yoongi’s fingers push your panties to the side while he holds his cock and lines it up with your entrance. It doesn’t take long for him to slip inside, his hands gripping your hips and lifting you up and down while you moaned above him.

“You like my cock, don’t you baby? You’re gonna cum so good for me, aren’t you?” His voice is gruff, the encouraging tone causing your body to jolt with pleasure. You nod quickly, your mouth opening to respond but the only noise to leave your throat was a whisper of his name.

He feels the way your walls clamp down on him, leaning forward and nibbling across your breasts. “Fuck,” he curses while you speed your hips up, “your pussy feels so good around me.”

Yoongi’s words cause your orgasm to creep up on you, his name falling from your lips like a mantra as you pulsate around him. Yoongi bears his teeth as he cums, growling low and deep while his fingers grip your hips hard, sure to leave bruises but you didn’t mind.

You both sit for a moment while you catch your breath, Yoongi’s tongue licking a long stripe from your collarbones to your jawbone before he kisses your lips.

“Did so good for me,” he rubs soothing circles in your burning thighs, “was I vocal enough for you?”

You laugh, “Yes sir. Please keep it coming.”

You both wince as he lifts you off of him, falling into the passenger seat and sighing happily.

Your feet rest in his lap after the two of you are cleaned up, his hands gently massaging them while he tells you about a new song that he’s working on and how he hopes that someone will be interested.

It’s then that you realize that this is going to extend past the need for sex, because the two of you were both genuinely interested in each other’s lives. He speaks animatedly about his interests and listens intently to yours. It doesn’t take you long to begin imagining waking up beside him every morning with the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen.

As he drops you off at your apartment for the night, Yoongi walks you to your doorstep.You unlock the door and turn to give him a goodbye kiss but he stops you, grabbing your hand and stroking across your knuckles.

“So, do you think you’d be interested in being my girlfriend?” He asks nervously, “I- I wasn’t sure if you were just thinking of this as a friend with benefits situation so I figured I would ask before one of us gets hurt.”

You nearly coo at the man, watching the way his eyes dance across his feet.

You bring your arms around his neck and pull him down to your level, slamming a kiss onto his lips one more time. His hand grips the back of your shirt tightly, his tongue exploring your mouth while you lean against the wall. He pulls away with a grin, resting his forehead against yours.

“Is that a yes?”

You smile, “Of course.”

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nadiaofazeroth · 5 years

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Restoration, Part 1

In which Nadia drugs Trigon while he competes for the prize of “World’s Worst Patient”.

It was warm. Very, very warm.

Something soft and comfortable underneath was his head, and he could feel something smooth beneath his palms and fingers.

There was the sound of shuffling, and Trigon could see dim light slowly begin to illuminate the darkness behind closed eyelids. He groaned and shut his eyes tighter as his senses began to return, and with it the pain.

Where am I?

Something cool and damp suddenly pressed against his forehead. Trigon’s eyes snapped open, and his arm lashed out. There was a gasp, and he had to blink a few times to try and focus. It took a moment for him to realize that he could only see out of one eye, with something being over the other, as his gaze focused on whatever was the source of the unwanted contact.

“T-Trigon,” Nadia’s hands pried at his grip around the collar of her shirt, the rag she had been using to dab his forehead dripping onto her top, “It’s me, it’s Nadia.”

He blinked rapidly again and this time his vision finally cleared enough to reveal the mage’s cautious gaze. Trigon huffed and let go of her clothing, letting himself relax just a little bit.

“What happened?” He rubbed at his forehead, trying to will away the remaining drowsiness, and it was then he realized he was lying on his stomach and felt the bandages secured tightly over his face and torso.

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “I teleported us back to Dalaran after I found you in that field. You fainted, and then Khadgar helped me bring you here. You’re in one of his guest rooms.”

“...What day i be it?”

“Oh, um, Thursday.”

It’s been four fuckin’ days? Trigon grit his teeth irritably at the realization that he’d been out longer than he would have liked. Perfect, fuckin’ perfect.

Nadia tried to dab the cloth to his forehead again, only to have him fight off her hands.

“Stop dat.”

“Okay, alright, I’m supposed to let Khadgar know when you’re awake, anyway.” She tossed the rag onto the bedside table and started to stand, only to freeze when Trigon groaned and made to get up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gettin’ out of ‘ere,” every muscle and bone in his body protested as moved, and his exhaustion cut his goal short. The troll’s face twisted in pain as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I can’ just...lie here.”

“Wait, no. You’re in no shape to be going anywhere. ”

Nadia bristled when Trigon suddenly stood and took a wobbly step forward. He looked like he might faint again at any moment, and she reached forward to try and steady him. Much to her annoyance, he was still physically stronger than her, even in this state, and it made holding him back difficult.

“Khadgar!” She called out, “Trigon’s up!”

“Will you stop ya harping?” The troll ran his hands over his face and groaned, “Too loud.”

“Sorry, sorry...”

It took another moment of awkwardly trying to keep Trigon from stepping around her before Nadia was finally able to get him to sit down at the very least. She’d never been so grateful to see Khadgar when he opened the door and came in a few seconds later.

“Oh, my.” The Archmage tilted his head to the side as he examined the situation, “It would appear that you are awake.”

“Good fuckin’ observation.”

“Come now, there’s no reason for the attitude - “

“I be tired, have no idea what be goin’ on, and in pain,” he scowled at both mages, “dat be more den enough reason.”

“Fair enough,” Khadgar sighed, stepping closer to take a better look at the troll. “Goodness, you really are worse for wear.”

“I don’ have time for dis.” Trigon tried to stand for a second time, only to have Nadia interfere once again, “Enough already!”

“Tell you what,” Khadgar clapped his hands together and shot his apprentice a pointed look when he saw her brows knit into a scowl, “I’ll go find us a priest to get their, ah, professional opinion. Does that sound good to everyone?”

“...Fine,” he ground out through clenched teeth, and Khadgar turned on his heel and made his way out to carry out this new task. Out of the corner of his eye, Trigon saw Nadia reach to adjust one of the bandages on his arm, and he pulled back out of her reach even though every muscle in his body ached at the sudden movement, “Fo’ fucks sake, what did I just say!?”

“I need to change them out for fresh ones.” Nadia kept trying to get a hold of him, and what followed was a short lived dodging match between herself and the most hard-headed troll alive, “Stop fidgeting!”

“No.”

She huffed and tossed the fresh bandage strips in her hand back on the bedside table in defeat, “Have it your way then; get an infection for all I care.”

Trigon didn’t respond and just continued to scowl at her; she glared back, which amused him just slightly, before moving about to clean up the room. He scoffed and rested his elbows on his knees, watching her with mild interest as she flitted back and forth from one mess to another. Not that there was much to clean, however, and the troll realized immediately that the mage was just trying to make herself busy.

“Leave it,” he said after a moment, “and leave dis room. I want ta be alone.”

“What about - “

“Don’ make me say it again.”

Her features twisted up in a sneer and she placed her hands on her hips, “You almost died out there and you’re asking me to leave you alone? After you’ve just woken up for the first time in days, you’re first instinct is isolation?”

“Close the door on ya way out,” it took more effort than it should have, but Trigon managed to successfully get himself into a lounging position on the bed. He sighed as he stretched his legs out on the mattress, letting his head rest on the pillows lined up along the headboard. The troll could still feel Nadia staring at him with barely contained disapproval, and he scowled back at her, “Ju got a problem?”

“Yes. You.” With a roll of her eyes, she deposited herself into a nearby chair, “I’m not just going to leave; Khadgar asked me to watch you, amongst other things, and I’m not going to just ‘let you be’ until he tells me otherwise or you somehow miraculously get better within the next five minutes.”

“Ya know,” he began, glaring holes into her forehead as she smoothed out the folds of her skirt, “ya can be a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

“Likewise.”

This seemed to amuse him, because he let out a harsh laugh and smirked a little bit before turning to stare out the window in silence. They sat like that for a while longer, not speaking or looking at the other any longer, until Khadgar finally returned. There was a disgruntled looking gnome that trailed in behind him wearing the traditional garb of priests, except for the obnoxious, mechanical monocle on his face. Trigon saw both the gnome and Nadia’s features scrunch up when the two made eye contact.

“Well, well, well, if it ain’t Miss Ravenscroft. Again.” He tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully, “Strange. Khadgar stated that someone needed healing, but you don’t look like a demon chewed you up and then spit you back out this evening.”

“It’s not me who needs healing,” she huffed, and Trigon could see her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink. The mage gestured towards him with a roll of her eyes, “Mender Sparkcraft this is Trigon. Trigon, meet Mender Sparkcraft. He needs stitches and an herbal salve. Probably has a fever too, not that he’s let me check for sure.”

At this, she gave the assassin a pointed glare, which he returned with his own before giving Sparkcraft a once over. The gnome stared back just as curiously and adjusted his monocle with interest.

“Hm, you’re different from the others,” he muttered. “No matter; let’s see what we can do.”

He approached Trigon as his hands began to glow a soft white hue, and the troll sat patiently as the healer examined his wounds, turning from side to side or lifting one arm or another when asked. After a few minutes of quick examination, the gnome stepped back and began fiddling with his monocle again.

“Well, from what I can tell, you’re a little bit worse for wear.” He tilted his head to the side as he thought, “It’s interesting that you’re regeneration has not kicked in yet, after all you are a troll and enough time has passed for you to be back to your normal self by now.”

Khadgar glanced between Sparkcraft and Trigon in concern, “Well, what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that something is blocking your natural healing abilities, also meaning your friend here isn’t going anywhere for awhile, not until we can find out what it the cause for it or he heals over time. Like a normal person.” The gnome cracked his knuckles and turned to leave, “I’ll come back later this week for a blood sample and to check on your progress. And change those bandages please, you’ll get an infection otherwise.”

“That’s what I said,” Nadia gave Trigon a pointed look, which he returned easily and with a bit more contempt.

“Good. Then you can be the one to help me fix him up.”

Both trolls whipped their gazes to the gnome who looked completely oblivious to their gawking. “Wait, what?”

“You heard me; I can’t come every day, so someone’s going to have to pick up some of the slack. Besides, Nadia here knows more about first aid than the average mage, I’ve healed her enough times after all.”

“Sparkcraft,” the young apprentice began, wringing her fingers while another blush spread across her face, “I don’t think that I should...well, it’s not that...”

“It would really help, Nadia.” Khadgar gave her a pleading look, seemingly unaware of the sour look that was on Trigon’s face as a result of basically not being included in the conversation, “I would find someone, but as you know I’m very busy and it is very short notice.”

“But -”

“No buts!” Sparkcraft waved a hand nonchalantly, “You’ll be fine, end of discussion. And you,” he pointed a finger at Trigon, “are not officially on bed rest. And then after that, house arrest, got it.”

Trigon just scowled in response but didn’t seem to be about to argue the verdict. The priest gave one final nod before taking his leave, taking Khadgar with him as they began to discuss some other topic entirely. With a resigned sigh, the troll leaned back against the pillows on his bed again and ran a hand through his hair, not at all pleased with how sore his muscles were at what was supposed to be a simple motion.

Nadia fidgeted awkwardly in her seat for a moment longer before standing rigidly, trying not to make eye contact with him by glancing around the room nervously.

“What? Am I makin’ ya nervous, Nadia?”

The blush intensified and her nose scrunched up, “Whatever, can I get you anything. Like some tea or something for the headache.”

“No, I don’t be wantin’ any fuckin’ tea.”

“Look,” she placed her hands on her hips defiantly, and Trigon glanced at her curiously, “you’re stuck with me until further notice whether you like it or not, so you better start being nice to me, or at least don’t act like a nightmare. Because, apparently, I’m your nurse now for some reason. Your goddamned personal nurse.”

“Ooh,” a smirk made its way across his face, “look at ju cursin’.”

“Oh, shut up.” She turned on her heel and made for the door, “I’m getting you something to eat, and then we’ll see about those bandages.”

All she got in response was a scoff, and Nadia rolled her eyes again before slipping out the door with a huff. Trigon watched her leave and settled more into the bed after she was gone, trying to get as comfortable as he could with all the wrappings around almost every limb of his body.

Well, he thought while running his hands over his face, dis is gonna be interesting.

Finally finished Part 1!!! Tagging @airanke because I’ve been teasing her about this for like two weeks lol and now I’ve finally delivered. More to come soon, can’t wait to make these two get on each other’s nerves and make their crushes get bigger! :D

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beeandhearttattoos · 7 years

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Boy Next Door (Part 2)

A/N: It has been a long while since I’ve written fluff, so I was incredibly glad that you guys liked the first part! It was absolutely insane. I’m thinking a part 3 to end this fic, and I hope you’ll like that. Like the first one, please tell me what you think. I would appreciate it!

The one where Harry teases her a lot, and Y/N keeps getting smitten

One of the things that Y/N loved the most is her work. It wasn’t anything glamorous or whatever, but it made her gain more friends, co-workers and regular customers alike. She actually treated them like family already, and they treated her like theirs too. So when she’s gotten to work that morning with a smile on her face as she bobbed her head to the music playing, they were in for a treat.

“Someone’s chippy today,” Maria, a lovely thirty-year-old mom who works with her, pointed out as Y/N placed her things down.

She huffed, taking off her earphones and settling herself to get ready for work, “What are you talking about?”

“You’ve got that glow in you, sweetheart,” Maria teased.

She finally shrugged it off with a shake of a head and a chuckle as she wore her apron and started with her day. Mind you it wasn’t even the last time that anyone had noticed her being too cheerful that day, but she just brushed them off with a good, “I’ve just had a good night’s sleep is all.”

“So no more noises from your neighbor?” Alan, the cook, inquired.

Y/N kept herself busy by cleaning up the counter, “There still is, but it’s not unpleasant.”

The day went by pretty smoothly, a few bumps here and there, but it’s nothing that they can’t handle. And by the time it was already three and the place looked almost deserted, most of them were just having coffee by the bar, letting the day pass by as they wait for more customers to come around. It was when the door opened and Harry strides in, wearing a white button down tucked in his black skinny jeans.

“Hey, neighbor,” he smiled, placing down the stack of papers he’s been carrying around on the bar next to her.

She blinked a few times, digesting in what was in front of her, “Hey, you. What are you doing here?”

“Said you worked here, so I wanted to visit,” he started, eyeing the papers, “And to ask you if you’ve heard the songs already.”

“I-” she hesitated, contemplating whether she should immediately say that she did, or make herself look cool and say she had to go to work and will listen to it when she gets back home. Does she seem too eager when she says she’s already listened to it on her way to work and loved all three of them? Would he be flattered? Would he be creeped out? There were so many questions!

“So what can I get for you, darling?” Maria interfered before Y/N can even open her mouth again.

Harry smiled, “Coffee, please,” he said before turning back to his friend.

Y/N excused herself once she’s seen someone come in and had taken a seat on her section, happily greeting the customer and taking their order. On her way back to the counter, Maria walked over to her and whispered, “He’s the neighbor you’re talking about?”

She only nodded, bracing herself from the teasing that she’ll be receiving, “No wonder you were in such a good mood,” her co-worker winked and walked away.

More of these meet ups had constantly happened. Harry would usually wait up for her to finish her shift, and they’d go back home together and have dinner while watching a film either of them had chosen that night. At some nights, when he would suggest a horror film (basically just to tease Y/N because she liked to pretend that she’s a big girl and can handle the gore and the terrifying bits), he’d watch her curl up into a ball at the opposite end of the couch, with her hands over her face whenever it’s gotten too much. Sometimes, he’d also notice her flinch when something or someone jumps out on screen, and that just made him giggle a little bit.

And of course, Y/N enjoyed Harry’s company as well. She’s listened to him sing his songs, or watched him write the lyrics and create melodies. Maybe once or twice asking for her input on it, to which she gladly pitched in a few lines. She’s also been taught how to play the guitar. And mind you, it took a whole lot for her to concentrate while feeling his fingers move with hers, placing them through each string while going through different chords, explaining which frets she needed to go to, and how to strum correctly. She genuinely loved his passion for it all, and she loved how serious he looks while doing it. Even when he’s just grading papers, with his brows furrowed, lip tucked in his teeth and his hand fluidly moving through the paper as he writes down notes and grades.

So maybe one day when she was staying at his place (like the usual, they rarely hang out at hers), while Harry was holding his guitar and she was preparing them tea, that’s when he heard. A soft hum coming from her lips, making him stop his playing to listen; and the melody seemed so familiar to him. His eyes widened, blinking a few times as he spoke, “You’re humming my song,” his smile was slowly creeping up to his face.

Y/N didn’t realize it. It was just the first thing that came on her mind! She did hum or even sing while she’s at home alone, or around the people at work, but never with Harry. And now, she was doing that, with his song in mind! She started blushing, “It just came in my head.”

“Have I gotten myself a fan right here?” now he’s just full on smiling. He stood up, walking towards her and leaning against the counter, “You listened to them then.”

“Yeah, I did. A few times,” that was a lie, she’s been listening to his songs every single day as she goes to work and back home. They're the perfect amount of time for her walk, apparently. Or at least she’s trying to convince herself that that was the reason.

“Aw, you’re cute when you’re blushing,” he said and leaned in closer, “Would you like a selfie with me? Maybe an autograph?”

“Oh, shut up,” Y/N turned away from him, focusing back on their tea.

Okay, maybe she is a little smitten for Harry.

He never let it go. Every single time they were together, he’d say, “There’s my number one fan!” with a huge smile on his face and his arms stretched wide as if he’s waiting for her to hug him. It was tempting, but the thought of being that close to him made her blush even more, so she’ll just shake her head and laugh at him and go to his place and do what they always do.

It was how it all happened every time, except for this one day. Y/N was on her way home, the usual songs still playing and she’s still singing with it in her head when she saw it. It was that girl from the other floor, with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked gorgeous, really, Y/N thought when she first saw her long ago, and the other times she’s seen her. More like a model if anything. She was talking to Harry outside his door, giggling and touching his arm. Now, Y/N didn’t know what she felt, but it wasn’t the best. Warmth boiling up from her stomach to her throat and her heart started beating erratically it was quite concerning. She didn’t realize she was just there staring at them, but they never noticed. They were all too invested in their conversation to see her planted to where she was.

She was quick to recover the moment she realized it, but it was unavoidable that she will be seen once she walked towards her door, but she didn’t care. She didn't care that Harry had his full attention to this girl. She didn’t care that he was chuckling at whatever it is she’s saying. She didn’t care that he's not brushing her hand off his arm. She. Didn’t. Care.

So she went straight to her door without so much of a greeting to Harry, but he stopped her, “Oi, bunny,” he called out as she slipped in the key to her door, “We’re still on fo’ movies, yeah?” the girl was just eyeing her up and down, raising a brow at her.

Y/N felt twitching on her lip, forcing herself to keep a straight face, “Of course, love,” she replied, darting her eyes to the girl beside Harry and raising her brow in return, “I’ll be at your place in a while,” she finished, hitting the final nail as she flashed a smile on both of them and opened her door, swiftly walking in.

Harry beamed back, and the girl? Well, she’s already forgotten on Y/N’s book.

Their movie night went on quite smoothly. This time they’ve decided on watching a rom-com, both of them mouthing the words on some parts. Especially the confessions of love or the incredibly dramatic event that will turn the whole movie around. And no matter how many times both of them have seen any film, when someone cries, they cry too.

Dinner was quite nice as well, Harry insisted on cooking this time, preparing a pasta dish that was genuinely amazing and Y/N loved it. She also loved how he looked while he’s cooking, wearing these adorable pink with white polka dots apron that she gave him. Although no matter how much she’s tried to forget it, the slow burn of her jealousy still lingered. And as the time went on and the night was about to end, she couldn’t help it.

“So what were you guys talking about earlier?” she asked when they were seated on the couch.

He furrowed his brows, trying to recall who she was talking about, “Oh! Ashley? We just bumped into each other. She lives upstairs?”

“Yeah, I saw her a couple of times before. She’s really pretty,” her voice was faltering at the end of her sentence, thinking why is she even trying to have this conversation with him.

“Are you jealous, bunny?” Harry smiled, leaning in closer to her spot.

The pet name made her quite relieved that he isn’t mad or irritated about all this, “What? Me? Why would I be?”

“Don’t worry, you’re still number one in my book,” he pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her until she squeaked.

“Oh, piss off,” Y/N pushed him off, still feeling his warmth hold on to her body.

“You love me,” he continued to tease, a smirk plastered on her face.

“I do not,” she said to him, but it felt like she was also convincing herself about it.

Everything died down after that exchange. They went back to their usual routine with her lying on the couch as she reads papers that he’s written lyrics on and him seated on the floor with his guitar on his hands and a pencil tucked on his ear while he’s writing down melodies. With a few glasses of wine she’s had (and he had some too. Both of them feeling quite tipsy already), her mind started racing as she looked at him. She figured she could stay like this for hours with him and never get bored. Everything just seemed so effortless no matter what they do. Whether it be discussing lyrics, or changing melodies, or even talking random things that she had read days before. All of those seem so easy. And she loved how everything was so easy with him.

Time also flew by really quickly every time they were together. It was already almost two in the morning when she glanced at her phone. With a yawn escaping her lips, she began to stretch, hearing a few bones crack. Y/N pushed herself to sit on the couch to tell him she has to leave and that she’ll see him tomorrow.

“Well, this has been a fun date,” he wiggled his brows and ending it with a wink at her. God, he’s so drunk, she thought.

Her eyes widened, “What the hell do you mean? This isn’t a date!”

Harry slowly nodded, guiding her to the door with his hand on her lower back. She just shook her head and gave up, feeling the effects of the night creep up to her. With the thoughts of her bed coming to mind, her eyes started drooping, wishing she could just be there immediately. As he opened the door, she felt him squeeze at her side. He leaned in closer to her, so his lips were brushing over her ear and the smell of wine was still in his breath, “It is if you want it to be, love.”

Okay, maybe she wanted to, but he doesn’t have to know about that.

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RFA Reactions to Witchy MC

Disclaimer: They might all be a little OCC, theres some spoilers, some of them get fluffy and smutty. Mainly Sevens. Also don’t think anything I typed is the sole accurate representation of Witch craft. Pls, it’s just what I occasionally practice and I’m by no means the most informed.

If you like it pls let me kno am desperate for deh reveews uwuwuwuwwu and if you do let me know if you want the minor trio.

Lmao ok I’ll stop being garbage I’m sorry.

Yoosung

He didn’t know cause you never told him. You weren’t really scared of telling him, but there never seemed to be a time to mention it

He never noticed how many different pendants and gemstones you had, and if he did he just thought they were an ~*aesthetic*~ choice

You didn’t pay much mind to him not paying mind, and you didn’t try to avoid doing witchy things around him, you just tended to do them more when alone

So one day while Yoosung was at class you were feeling the ~vibes~ and decided to do some sachets of assorted herbs and stones for any number of purposes. You were planning a luck one, a happy feeling one, maybe even a love one for the bedroom.

You lost track of time and Yoosung came home to find you sitting at the kitchen table with a bunch of plant leaves, rocks, and tiny felt bags.

You just looked up and “Oh, uh, hey Babe”

Yoosung didn’t really know what he was looking at and just “Hey Babe……”

…….

“Whatchya doin?”

So you told him. You make sachets and charms and occasionally meditate and try to open your third eye and you believe in any number of things that are considered supernatural and-

Yoosung loves it immediately.

“Oh my god my babes a witch! You’re like, a real life mage! Oh my god so you cast spells and stuff???”

You chuckle “Well sometimes yeah but I’m not vanquishing monsters I’m usually just like, trying to make myself feel more creative”

He still loves it. He wants to learn things. Teach him the things.

He ends up sitting at the table with you and you tell him what all the different plants and stones are for. He gets super into it.

He joins you for witchy activities once a week now.

Whenever he cooks he gives you the leftovers and you put it out as an offering for any deity of your choosing.

You make him a jar stuffed with assorted things that are supposed to bring success and victory. He keeps it next to his computer and everytime he wins a tough battle he yells a thank you to you and kisses the jar.

Does not stop bragging to his online friends “My sweetheart is basically a mage. How cool??”

Jaehee

You knew Jaehee was sorta religious and you were scared to bring up the whole “Hey I participate in witchcraft thing”

You constantly ran the conversation over in your head “Hey Baehee, I uh, I’m a witch. Now contrary to popular belief, Witchcraft isn’t a religion! It’s just a practice...like...yoga. Kind of...So...cool?”

No not cool You couldn��t convince yourself to talk to her about it.

She’s really level headed...but you were so scared to ruin things with her.

So you just resolve to bottle it up and handle it another day and keep all your witchy shit packed up until you figure out what to do.

But one day you come home from shopping and find Jaehee holding a box of Tarot cards

Yours

Shit shit shit shit shit

She looks up and sees you ghosting in the doorway

“MC!”

“Please don’t break up with me” It just kinda fell out of your mouth

“What” She looks confused for a second “If anything I should ask you not to break up with me. I didn’t mean to go through your stuff, I was trying to clean the shelf and I was too short and I reached for a box and all your stuff fell out, and, I’m sorry it all just looked so interesting…”

Does she know? Baehee do you know? Speak to me.

You just stare at her for a second

“Are you mad?” She asks

“No…..are you?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“That I do, like, witch stuff?”

“Oh what? Not at all, I think it’s very interesting. I was at a coffee shop once and ended up meeting a wiccan actually. She and I talked for a bit. Are wiccan and witch the same thing?”

“Oh actually-” And the two of you fell into conversation, you explaining the ins and outs of everything, what's this and what's that, how to do this and how to do that. Baehee is fascinated. Fill her thirst for knowledge MC. Fill it.

From then on whenever she sees you doing stuff it’s a one sided game of 20 questions, but you don’t mind at all.

You start brewing her coffee every morning, stirring clockwise and pouring positive intentions and love into it.

Jaehee wants to know the science of witchcraft because she swears she can taste the love.

Zen

Zen found out rather quickly

He was running late to a rehearsal and he was going to take his bike, which you thought was wicked cool, but it also scared the shit out of you because this boy

Oiiiii

This boy sometimes forgets his helmet he’s in such a rush. And he fkn speeds.

You just got really nervous and called for him to wait.

“What is it MC? I’m sorry to leave so soon but the Director just called and they need me-”

“No I know just-” you were fishing around in the bag you usually carry around with you. “I just want to give you something”

“Is it a goodbye kiss?” He smirked and sauntered over to you, he took your shoulder in his hand and went to spin you around and kiss you, but as he spun you, you put a little bag in front of his face. He just stared at it for a second.

“MC...is this...pot? You want to smoke with me befo-”

You blushed so hard “No! It’s sage, and lavender, and theres a charm fo-” You shook your head as if to physically clear your thoughts. “It’s just...a little ‘Safe Travels’ bag. I know it seems silly but I’d feel better if you took it cause I kno-”

He cut you off with a really strong kiss and took the sachet out of your hand. When he pulled away he had a big smile on his face and he looked so happy. “I’ll always keep it with me then. Thank you, Love.” And he put it in his jacket pocket and zipped it up, gave it a pat, grabbed his helmet, and headed out the door. But not before winking at you. And blowing you a kiss. And telling you all men are beasts. And asking if you ate. And-

When he got home from practice that night you guys ended up talking about your whole witchery thing

You told him you like to do a lot of divination. Palm reading, tarot reading, tea leaf reading. Sometimes when you have someone to do it with Ouiji board

MC THAT IS TOO SCARY FOR YOU DON’T TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE THEY MIGHT BE BEASTS

Zen they’re dead pls

He really likes you reading his palm. Even though you say the same thing most of the time. You realize later he just likes you holding his hand. Goddammit Zen.

But he’s really supportive, it doesn’t hurt his ego feeds off of your readings telling him he’s going to do well.

“Do the tarot cards say I’m hot?” “Zen that’s not really-” “They think I’m ugly???” “...Oh look uh….Nine of Wands. That means uh...ur so hot. Yeah. You got it.”

“You know what card I think is better?” He smirks. “What card?” You ask

Like a fucking magician, without even looking he pulls a card out of the deck and says “The Lovers” AND IT’S THE FUCKING LOVERS CARD

HOW DID HE

WHAT

ZEN

ARE YOU?

Kiss.

Jumin

You know Jumin grew up going to church. You know he’s not suuuuper devout. But Catholic enough that you reallllly don’t want to tell him. You only wear subtle things, bracelets and stuff that could pass off as just decorative and not really “Hey I’m a Witch”y

All your stuff is in storage. The cards, the stones, the jars. Almost everything aside from a few pieces of jewelry and ‘decor’ pieces.

You’ve actually been feeling pretty down about it. Your energy is at an all time low if you’re not with Jumin because in your free time this is what you’d do. But you love Jumin so much you can’t risk losing him.

You resolve to meditate still. You don’t have to be a witch to meditate.

So you get into the habit of meditating quite often. While you feel happy you can focus on searching your soul and strengthening your mind, you still miss everything else.

But you don’t have time to miss everything when there comes a week where everything is just going wrong for Jumin. Work his hard, his Dad continues to stress him out with a new girlfriend, and V is being realllly elusive again to Jumin’s dismay.

Whenever he’s home he’s in his office or pacing around the room trying to find something to distract himself. When he snuggles with you, you can feeeeel the stress radiating off of him. Even Elizabeth isn’t calming him.

So you decide it’s time to do what you do best

Spiritual healing

One day while Jumin’s at work you go out and get a bunch of candles. Like a ton. Like you just made a small business owner a very happy person. You got mostly lavender and jasmine. Both are supposed to help promote feelings of caaaalmness.

You set them all around the bedroom because it was the place most closed off from technology, people, distractions in general. You also made some tea, set it with intentions to calm, and put it on the bedside table just as Jumin was walking in the door.

“Honey your home!” You walked into the living room. Jumin kissed you on the cheek “Hello Kitten, how was your day?” You totally ignored his question and just “I have something for you. I noticed you’ve been stressed lately.” “MC you shouldn’t ha-” “Shush and just come on” You took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

Once you were in there he just looked around in amazement. The room was completely dark except for the light of the candles flickering off the walls. The smell seemed to cradle the both of you in a really nice feeling.

You looked at Jumin and realized his suit was not going to be comfortable. Without saying a word you undid the top few buttons of his shirt and started untying his tie.

“Well Kitten, I have to say you certainly wanted to surprise me” He had the voice. Why does he have the voice?

He grabbed your waist and pulled you close, his sultry fucking voice in your ear “All these candles, we’re going to have fun tonight huh?”

WHAT? DADDY JUMIN NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT THE CANDLES ARE FOR.

Well I mean the idea certainly seemed to put him in a better mood so maybe you could just do that inste-

No MC! We are sticking to the plan but maybe later

You put your hands on your chest and slowly push him back “N-No Jumin that’s not why I did this”

What? Jumin Han does not compute. What are candles used for in the bedroom aside from really kinky-

You took a seat on the bed cross legged and gestured for him to sit across from you, which he did (even though he seemed a little confused and disappointed)

You handed him one of the tea cups as you took a long sip from yours. He copied your actions but kept his eyes on you. You put your cup down and so did he.

“I want us to meditate together” You said. He just kind of stared at you. “You’ve been really stressed out lately and I think this could be really good for you!”

He let out a long breath. You could tell instantly he was not feeling it. “MC I appreciate it but I don’t think sitting in the quiet is going to help me right now.”

No but pouring hot wax on me would?

“Please Jumin. I know it seems really silly to you know, but you’d be surprised how good you can feel after.” He pursed his lips. Time to pull out the big guns “Please? For me?”

He held his breath for a moment and sighed. Hook line and sinker.

“Alright. What do I do?”

Your face lit up and you let out a little squeal and clapped. You turned on some white noise that sounded like ocean, straightened your back, closed your eyes, and let out a deep breath.

“So first, your breathing-” And you began walking Jumin through the meditation process. You used your instructor voice, calm, slow, relaxing. You’d occasionally open your eyes to peek at Jumin and make sure he was actually doing what you were saying and not just pretending. To your pleasant surprise, he was. And he genuinely seemed to be doing better than before. His whole aura felt lighter, more organized.

After about an hour of sitting together, at least 20 mins of it were just silence, you start to bring him back to the real world.

“And open your eyes when you feel grounded”

He took a minute and opened them

You could see a hint of amazement in them

“Well...I actually do feel very….relaxed.” You clap, ecstatic. “MC, this is...strange. I’ve sat in the quiet before but it’s never felt so good...How did you do that?”

Meditation became a common thing for the two of you. So common Jumin renovated a room to be your personal meditation place. He said being in the bedroom with you and candles could be verrrry distracting sometimes. He had the room set up with very comfortable mats, a little table that would sit between the two of you with tea and whatever post meditation snack you chose, surround sound for your white noise or music, and basically anything you could ask for.

More and more you incorporated your craft into your own personal meditation, never wanting to force it onto Jumin, but when he’d question the gems surrounding you you didn’t hesitate to tell him. You felt meditation had brought you two even closer and you knew you could trust him. So you told him all about your witchy shenanigans.

“Kitten, you thought I wouldn’t accept it?”

“I was scared. So scared of losing you, just over some personal beliefs…”

“Kitten, even if I was to disagree, I could never leave you just because our spiritual beliefs don’t line up. I would respect that you have your practice and I have mine, simply because that seems like the adult thing to do, but also because I...I love you.”

You may have teared up a bit. Maybe. I dont know I’m a bitch with a kink for understanding and accepting partners ok leave me alone

Baeyoung/707/Luciel/Love of my Life

I feel like Seven would figure it out quick and wouldn’t even be phased

“Boy MC you sure like mason jars”

“Uh” O shit that was fast

“And gems, and plants, and pentagrams, and- oh. I get it. You’re a witch?!”

“Yeah…” Is...Is he cool with it

“Neat!!!”

707 witch fanboy confirmed

He starts talking about all the metaphysical health benefits of all your stuff

Seven I know it’s my stuff

Yeah but get this- Then he drops mad knowledge on you that you didn’t know.

“How did-” “Witchcraft always struck me as really cool, so I researched it in my free time a lot when I was younger….MC do you know what this means?” What does it mean Seven “We’re getting a cat” Seven I don’t need a ca- “No you need to have black cat to be a real witch” Seven I think you just wan- “And if our cat is all black it’ll look extra cute when she plays with Elly~” I don’t think Jumi-

You guys got the cat. His name is Yin. Jumin is really confused as to why Seven starts calling Elly ‘Yang’ but that’s for another time.

You never really address Seven’s feelings on witchcraft vs his upbringing. If he’s happy you’re happy.

He’s very happy. He loves watching you do witchy things. He usually sits there with a dopey smile on his face. He swears he’s so in love with you and everything you do and ugh, you’re his little Witchy Babe <3

He has at least 3 charms on him at any point in time that you made for him.

During hugs he loves taking long whiffs because you always smell good

You guys go stargazing a lot and look at constellations. He liked doing that even before he knew you were a witch but now that he knows you guys talk about the gods and myths they align with and astrological meaning and what not.

Seven keeps joking about how cool it’ll be when you guys get married on the moon because you’re gonna be a Space Witch.

Seven programs a little digital alter on the computers in the house. They’re so cute and thoughtful and interactive it’s so neat.

He also makes you the coolest witch blog the internet ever did see.

You always get random spells forwarded to you by him

Suddenly he goes on a ‘Bath Magic’ kick. Literally all day “Yule time bath” “Self love bath spell” “Protection from bad energy bath”. You’re at work so you just text him back “Whats your obsession with these lol?”

…

“I was hoping we could do them together ;)”

Ohgodohgodohgod don’t blush at work.

You get home that day and you hear running water upstairs. You know immediately. You go upstairs to find Seven waiting for you at the door of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a couple necklaces you had made for him, his glasses slightly fogged up from the steam of the bath he just drew

“My Love?”

Insta melted heart oh mah gawwwwwww

Red candles light the room and it smells amazing. What is that? Seven what did you mix holy shit. And then, of course, rose petals floating in the tub and littering the floor.

You two slide into the bath after Seven takes his sweet time stripping you down, kissing you here and there

The second you hit the water you feel relaxed. Hot baths are nice. Hot baths with a hot boy are double nice. Hot baths with a hot boy catering to your Witch vibes? Fkn fire.

“Saeyoung,” he knows you’re feeling good when you use his real name. “What is this for? I mean, roses? Red candles? I already love you, you goof ball.”

“I know. It’s...It’s a few things I guess. It started as a self love thing.” What. “I know you hate it when I’m hard on myself, so I try not to be but sometimes I just...can’t help it. So I looked up some self love charms and what not and I found a bath spell and figured it was worth a shot…” Your heart broke a little. You couldn’t take your eyes off the water. You thought he had been feeling better since saving his brother. You never noticed...oh god you felt so awful you could cry. You felt like you failed him.

You turned your head to him “Seven, I’m so sorr-”

“I’m not finished.” You looked at his face finally and a small smile played on his lips. “And I kept looking at bath stuff and there were couples ones too and I realized that whenever I’m sad. Whenever I feel unworthy...you’re there for me. You always make me feel loved and make me feel worthy. And that as long as you’re by my side...everything will be ok. So when I found a couples bath and realized it had a lot of the same ingredients as the lonely one I figured...why not do both?”

He pulled you close, mouth so close his breaths kept grazing your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. “And let’s face it… bathing together with rose petals and candles is pretty fucking hot”

fuCKIN CHILLS

“And I put sugar in the water” he ran his tongue across the back of your shoulder “It makes you taste pretty fkn good”

M e l t e d

Ok I’m done being a garbage can bye

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