#jjk elf au
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Ok im gonna drop this here for u to write it whenever u want,cause its been hunting me
Royalty au where gojo and reader are living happily,that is until someone poisons his queen when they're having dinner together.
She drinks the wine,and suddenly falls to the ground while throwing up blood and blood running from her eyes. Shoko manages to save her and geto holds gojo back so he doesnt do anything stupid. But when his queen wakes up she's really weak so shoko tells gojo about a flower that'll heal her up,so gojo leaves in order to search for it.
But when he's back,geto leads him to the flower garden the queen loves and he finds her among the flowers,a little better and seeing her not on deadbed has him running toward her,lifting her up and spinning while both of them laugh and kiss
Happy ending
Scribbles & Doodles—Lotus Tears
—Elven Emperor Gojo Satoru X Human Empress Reader
𑁍 Synopsis:
His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.
He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.
"For you, always, My Flower."
𑁍 Genre: historical fantasy, elves/faes, dark magic if you squint, interracial marriage
𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (4.3k)— poison, mad Satoru, elven traditions and cultures, fluff, angst, comfort, implication of major character death, mating bonds, talks of rebirth
𑁍 ✒️☕: Hi to the person who sent this ask. Pardon the very long wait, but I loved writing this one, I just need to say your ask is one of my fave ideas for elf Satoru so I tweaked some things, fantasy tropes are my favorite to write to escape canon~ Grey,
At night when you lay in their bed, your head atop his chest, he cannot sleep a wink for he has forever to spare and only a lifetime with you in his arms. For such a fragile flower, even a man who has grown bleak and untouched over the long passage of time, Satoru cannot help but stroke your head gently, scaring the pixies who would try to sneak in to soak with his mate's presence. He doesn't know if it's a good thing or bad that his mate is loved by the small faes. But one thing is for sure, he doesn't delight that they are trying to pry you awake from his arms. It's no secret he doesn't like sharing... especially when it's about you.
For a human to become the Empress of the High Courts is an unheard thing. Improbable would be the word. And you do not need to know what methods Satoru used to make this happen. Because you already knew that behind his delicate beauty, lies the prickly thorns that wield the absolute power over nature. There is a reason why he was able to rule undisputedly in the indifferent flow of nature over the passage of time.
When he married you, he knew he would uproot the earth and supplant it again and again to give whatever you desired. He is the supreme ruler and Emperor of the High Courts and would only sheath his indifference in the presence of his Empress. He has broken down the millennial walls covering his heart and found himself enthralled by the maiden who never feared the Dark Woods. She found beauty in the mystery of the borders, and he found solace in her presence. She has grown to be his beloved Flower.
Fortunately for you, even as a born human, you have adapted to the faes far quicker. Learning their language and making up for your lack of magic, you learned diplomacy. It was not easy to learn such an intricate affair, but fortune has smiled upon you, with Satoru, who has boundless knowledge of the matter to be your tutor.
"Is this adequate enough?" Satoru hopefully looked at you in the mirror and the craft he had finished for a satisfactory answer.
"Satoru, we are not going to any gathering, are we?" You chuckled as you sat in front of the golden mirror while Satoru stood behind, holding an ivory comb in his hand as he carefully brushed your silky tresses. Small flowers adorned your hair like trinkets as he wove them skillfully into a braid. At this point, your handmaidens have lost their job, with your mate attending to almost everything you need unless he is away for the court.
"At least let me do this before I leave for my duties." He brought the tip of your hair to his lips, kissing it as he stared at you, a longing look on his face. This prompt you to turn the chair and face the elven emperor.
His azure orbs stare as you reach to cup his cheeks with a slight understanding frown painting your brows. It doesn't help that you are wearing the other pair of purple robes. It made his belly warm, and his chest swelled with pride. You are pairing... He was the only one who could wear the purple robes since he was born, a lone star, but not anymore. And that was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
"Will you be back for dinner?" Your tone carried hope and joy into his day.
He doesn't understand why he has to part with you every day... He heaved a sigh hoping the day turns to dusk soon so he can hold you again to his heart's content.
"For you, always, My Flower." Satoru tilted your chin and pressed a kiss on your forehead. "I do not wish to leave." He grumbled and connected your forehead, staring right into your eyes.
Your soft chuckle fluttered through his ears as you reached to cup his cheeks and stare into his eyes. A sense of tranquility floated in your orbs bringing his heart into a puddle of cotton.
"I will wait for you at dinner, Satoru. So the earlier you finish the earlier we see each other. Alright?"
"Alright, as you wish." Satoru sighed and kissed the tip of your nose. "The things you make me do..."
He never thought he would one day sit under the shade of foliage with his Empress on his lap, reading through some parchments while he pilfered some wildflowers to braid her hair. Or to walk while gently pulling the reins of his equine, leading the elk through safe passages whilst you ride on the back. Things he never imagined and things he never thought he would do. But the second you came it all seemed natural for him to indulge you in every way possible.
You are like a brittle glass flower to him that he cannot help but wrap you in the most flawless silks and softest ermine furs. You evoke in him a firm sense of fierce protectiveness.
So imagine the horror and derangement inside him when you were still smiling and talking with him at the dinner table but suddenly blood flowed down your nose, followed by a series of coughs drawing blood from your throat as you dropped to the floor, desperately gasping for air.
If it wasn't for his friend Suguru, a Dragon Lord who he has grown with, who happened to visit the very same day only to pin him down in his rampage of killing the perpetrators hiding in the imperial kitchen staff, perhaps one-fourth of the castle must've already been slaughtered.
All he could see was red. The burning flames consuming the imperial castle and the wilting forest mirrored the despair in his heart. He couldn't hear that his people were wailing for him. All he could ever see was his mate dying each second from the potent poison coursing in her bloodstream.
"Don't touch her!"
He snarled with pure frenzy when Shoko tried to reach out to your unmoving body in his arms.
"Satoru, Shoko is only going to heal her. Your mate needs help." Suguru tried to reason with the livid, elven emperor cradling the unmoving body of his bleeding empress. "She would not do anything to her, only help her."
Suguru could see how unfocused and distraught the dark blue eyes of his friend were, so far from his usual calm and regal sense. Satoru's eyes were bloodshot red. Thankfully, he didn't move when Shoko reached out again to heal his mate.
A faint color of life returned to your face, but you were still as pale as alabaster, still unconscious. The fire consuming the woods slowly died down... A slight sense of sanity returned to Satoru, who held you close, ready to hide you from the world if not for Shoko's words.
"She's in moratorium state... I've only managed to stabilize her body and freeze the poison to stop it from spreading further. Right now, we need to find an antidote... Or else she will only have seven days to live. For now, let's take the Empress to a safe place." Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked back to the fire slowly dying down, leaving shared trees and ashes. "And fix the chaos you have ignited, Your Majesty, the Emperor."
There are, but severely few times he let his emotions overcome him. He could count it in his hand. But ever since that sight of your throwing up blood, Satoru experienced a myriad of emotions he thought he was never capable of.
Fear... Despair... Uselessness... and most of all heartbreak...
You don't know how many millions of times his soul has shattered in every second he held your cold hand whilst he channeled all healing spell he knows into your body as you sleep on the cradle of the sacred tree cushioned by wildflowers and vines dangling down the archaic branches of the colossal wood. It seems you're merely asleep, but it feels like it's been forever since he last saw your eyes. The reality is that day by day, you are losing your life while all he can do is sit here, rooted in place, too afraid that if he steps away, he might not see you again.
"Your Majesty..." Shoko came forward. The Emperor has been sitting here for three days straight beside his dying mate in silence holding her hand, unmoving, and would attack anyone who dares to step one foot closer to the lying Empress. The court matters have been neglected, with only the elders holding the court together in his absence. The woodlands are closely related to the essence of the Emperor. The depression of his heart manifested in the woods, which gradually lost the green leaves and were replaced by withered branches...
"I have found a possible cure for the Empress."
Shoko had never felt strong empathy, but she did feel a bit of ache for her friend when he raised his head at her, almost pleading with his bloodshot eyes.
"Speak."
"Do you remember the Sacred Tombs of Tvar?"
The sacred burial grounds of the late Empresses. It's deep-seated in the heart of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs, guarded by the mythical beasts his forefathers have created to protect the resting place of the late Imperial Rulers.
"What about it?" Satoru has only been there once when his Imperial Father has taken him to visit his late Mother. It's a mystical mountain filled with ancient elements, from the creatures to the plants, that can only be heard in folklore.
"For high faes like us, the poison the Empress has induced was nothing serious. But to humans, it is lethal." Shoko sighed. "The spell I cast was only a valve to keep the poison at bay until we can find an antidote. On the seventh day, when the sun rises, the spell will cease to exist, and the poison will corrode her bo—"
"Tell me, what should I do? Anything Shoko. I would kill if I had to." The bones on his knuckles protruded with his clenched fists. The Emperor cut her off. He would not hear her say such ominous words about his mate's life.
He would uproot the earth to find anything that can cure you. Anything.
"Killing might be going too far, but it's not impossible." Shoko took out from her robe a parchment containing a sketch of what seemed like a flower and handed it to her Emperor. She never slept over the three days in a desperate search for any cure. "There's a flower that can only be seen in the Sacred Tombs of Tvar that may be able to save the Empress. As we all know, only the direct descendant of the Imperial Family can enter the Mountain of Hanging Tombs."
The Mountain of Hanging Tombs is as ominous as the name implies. It's a mountain range covered with black mist and ferocious mythical animals and exotic plants. It's not that only the direct descendants of the Imperial Elven Bloodline can enter the mountains, but the lower beasts residing on the foot of the mountains refrain from attacking an imperial descendant since they are born from the first Emperor's blood as well. No ordinary fae can survive these mythical beasts, and could only result in death. Thus, it has become known not to venture deep into the mountains.
Satoru, however, wasted no time to cross the valleys leading to the burial grounds. He needs to find that flower.
Lotus Tears...
It is said that the flower can heal any illness. However, it's impossible to scour for the elusive flower, which roots deep only in the burial grounds of the Empresses and leave unscathed from the toxic plants and mythical animals on top of the Mountain of Hanging Tombs that will attack him at any given second.
"Why do you always put the flower on my left ear? I'm not yet married." You asked him during one of the days he stayed longer to watch over you as you searched for some wild, beautiful flowers in the woods.
Satoru stared at the magenta lilacs he conjured from his hands and tucked them into your left ear.
"You look beautiful in any shade of purple..." It matches the color of his robe.
You pursed your lips and huffed clearly not satisfied by his vague answer.
"You didn't answer my question, Satoru."
He chuckled at your angry face, bopping your nose, making you annoyed as you tried to punch him clumsily. The little girl still has the same pout even as she bloomed into a prim and proper lady. It was too adorable even to be called 'angry.' He jumps down the tree and walks up to you, bringing the tip of your hair to his lips for a soft parting salutation.
"Next time... I will tell you, My Precious Flower." With that, he took you to the borders of the human village and the dark woods, as your Mother was already looking for you. He watches you run into the light while slowly walking back into the shadows.
Maybe... He should have never forced this fate on you. You may have called on him in desperation to flee from the humans chasing after you, but he, being the one who knew better, should have returned you to your realm rather than letting his selfishness devour him and claim you as his mate. If he had done so, then you wouldn't have met this predicament.
You wouldn't have been lying in your blood, cold like a corpse...
"Where is she?" Satoru's heart felt like it was dying when he saw that your body was gone from the bed of the sacred tree. "Where is my mate?! Shoko!"
Did he lose you? Did he come too late?
He stared at the blue lotus he so carefully dug out of the perilous mountain despite the throbbing pain on his shoulders after a chimera managed to bite him before he could slay it.
No, you cannot leave him like this... Oxygen left his lungs, and his feet staggered, unable to support the weight of heaven, crushing his soul. His vision is going black, not like this. He barely got to dote on you. Barely got to drown you with the love he has secretly hidden all these years. No, no, no. Satoru's throat ran dry. He wants to scream as if the tearing of his heart wasn't enough to shout his despair.
The forest closely linked to his essence slowly wilted as if joining their Emperor in his mourning. The leaves slowly dried up. The flowers closed, and the vines started shrinking to twigs. His sorrow is mirrored by nature.
His mind went black, his heart slowly crumbled in every passing second that his eyes could not see you. Why did the gods despise him to tear apart the only joy he has ever touched for what seems like an eternity?
"Satoru!" Suguru found him in haste after the forest slowly grew darker and darker.
Who knew that his apathetic friend could have this vast amount of emotions to turn the lush evergreen forest into a barren land? Suguru wasted no time to drag what seemed to be a lifeless Satoru into a maze-like garden.
Shoko was there. She immediately snatched the mystical lotus from the Emperor. Satoru could care. All things pale in comparison to his mate... All things. He dropped to his knees, holding onto your hand.
"Y-Y/n?" Satoru's throat was parched as he saw your sleeping body, with the wilting grass around, as if you were truly taken away into the underworld... This was your favorite garden... All flowers in here, he has grown with his own hands. Not it seems like he has planted those flowers only to send you off to the afterlife. "No, you can't do this to me, My Flower... I would lose my mind." He muttered like a madman, bringing your cold hands to rub against his cheeks, desperately searching for any signs of warmth but finding nothing...
Suguru tried to pry him away from your frail body, but his malevolence met those who tried to separate you from him until the Dragon Lord had no choice but to use all means to knock Satoru out...
The last thing he saw was your sleeping face as he desperately begged his eyes not to close... He needs to see you, to be beside you... to hold you...
"Satoru...?" You were both sitting under the shade of a magnolia tree with his head on your lap, eyes closed from the glaring sun, meanwhile, you intertwined his lustrous hair into a loose braid, tucking little flowers in your masterpiece.
"Hmm?" It was one of the days when he had enough time to traverse the hills with you and meet other fae tribes so you may have time away from the Imperial Courts.
"Promise me that if the memories we have together start to hurt... you will forget me."
His eyes opened in a split second, and he looked back with furrowed brows only to meet your small smile.
"That is nonsense. I would never wish to forget you. You are my mate." Satoru sat straight and took your hand in his. "What led you to this ominous thought, My Flower? Do not think of such things, we are bonded for eternity."
You gently shake your head.
"You're an elf... I'm a human. Our life span runs differently. Some day... You will have to remember me longer than you have held me..." The bitterness of your eyes was quickly concealed as you closed them. "That's simply the order of nature..."
Satoru was tongue-tied... He cannot face that reality yet... Not yet... If ever the Lady of Light is listening to him, he prays that the sun and moon slow down... Forever never seems to be enough...
Forever will never be enough...
"Satoru...?"
He wishes never to wake up. If you're not in the world he opens his eyes to, he may as well live in this fantasy. He has lived such a long time in solitude. So even if it's just a fragment of imagination or make-believe, he would choose that sweet lie rather than face the cold reality you're gone...
"Satoru..."
Your voice... It's sweeter than the sirens and softer than the small faes singing with the birds in early dawn...
A soft touch brushed off the fringes on his temples, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. Unable to bear the brightness, his eyes opened and looked up to the blue sky...
Slowly, his blurry eyes met your worried ones as you tucked your hair behind your ear while staring at him with his head laying on your lap.
"You're finally awake... Thank goodness!" You sighed and smiled. "Welcome home, Satoru..."
Your hair... It's not the same color as it was... It shone a bright silver like his under the sunlight, which only the imperial descendants can inherit... But he knew it was you... His soul tells him so.
"Y-Y/n?" He reaches out to touch your cheeks that have grown prominent... more elf-like... "This isn't a dream?"
Your sweet chuckle filled his ears as your warm palms held his and pressed it to your cheeks, kissing his wrist.
"I must've worried you so... I'm sorry, but I'm fine now... because of you."
You're really warm... So warm, you melted the millennial thorny wall he built around his heart. Your palms are so dainty compared to him, but they have always been able to soothe him more than anything else.
"You... You look like me..." Satoru slowly sat up as he took in your features. "My Flower... you look like a fae..." Satoru is a bit confused about the sudden transformation. You look just as you are, but the silver hair, pointy ears, and sharper features...
"It must've been because of the flower's healing attributes," Shoko explained, taking a step forward to assess the changes on you, who indeed looks like an elf now.
"Explain, Shoko." Satoru looked at the woman as he was adamant about answers.
"The flowers had healing attributes; it's just a speculation, but aside from healing, we all know that lotus also signifies rebirth. The flower may have deemed it necessary to change the human blood running in the Empress's veins into elven blood for her to heal from the poison fully... As for the silver hair, I can only think that since the Lotus Tears came from the sacred buriel grounds of the late Empresses, it must have absorbed most of their remaining energy and passed it on to the Empress through the flower's healing attributes..."
"Does that mean my Mate is now an elf?" Satoru cannot believe how these events have turned out for you and him. He took your hand and studied your features... You are still you, but indeed, there swirls a more mystical air around you, and only a faint scent of human blood is left lingering in you.
"The Empress is not yet fully an elf at the moment, but I am sure before the fortnight ends, her transformation will be complete, and she will truly be a full-fledged fae, like us." Shoko nodded.
You stared at Satoru... The once wilting forest which you woke up to slowly regained life.
For a man so stoic, he is an open book... You can't help but chuckle as the smaller faes slowly creep out of their homes and rejoice at the blossoming life enveloping the woods again. Shoko and Suguru have left, leaving you and your mate some privacy in the garden.
"I..." Satoru cannot confess enough what he had done out of rage and sorrow when he thought you were gone.
"I know..." You shake your head telling him to speak no more as you took him in your arms... This time, you could feel him ever closer, hear his thoughts louder, and see him clearer. Everything he has done and he has said, you knew and felt in each passing second... But no words were uttered, as you can feel the remorse coursing in his being. What he needs the most is your embrace...
Nature can renew itself as long as it is given care and time...
The trees are once again full of luscious foliage, the grass is back to its evergreen hue, and the different faes have returned to their homes and gone through their duties as usual. Satoru is somehow a bit busier with the court matters, while you, the Empress, needed a little more recuperation before you come back to your court duties.
"Your Majesty... We always knew you smelled sweet even before you became like us."
The smaller sprites sat on your finger as they flapped around you, more drawn than ever. It seems that your new form has made you more captivating to their instincts, just like how they are drawn to the presence of their Emperor.
"Really? Though, I know you just want more sugary treats." You played with their cheeks until they perked up and bowed to someone. "See you tomorrow, Your Majesty!"
You didn't have to guess who made the little sprites flee in haste.
You turned around, and sure enough, you were swept off your feet as a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. His sweet sandalwood scent filled your senses, soothing your racing heart.
"I missed you, My Flower... What did my mate get for me?" Satoru looked at the basket you're holding, filled with several flowers from the garden he built for you.
"It's nothing much... It's too loose to be called a crown." You showed him the crown you clumsily made with some lilacs. But Satoru guided your hand to put it on his head, indulging you with anything. You have now fully turned into an elf. Bright silver hair, lucid eyes, and the sweet scent of jasmine and orchid around you with the purple robes that only the Imperial Rulers can wear. Anyone who sees you will immediately recognize you as an Imperial Fae and their Empress.
"I would take anything you offer me, Y/n." Satoru softly kissed her forehead... his lips slowly kissed his way down your nose until he found your lips. "Can I ask for a kiss?"
"What if I say my kisses are not offered?" You raised a brow.
Satoru merely shrugged it off with a smirk.
"I'm pretty sure you can make exceptions for your husband, no?" Satoru chuckled. "Can I have my kiss now?"
Your sweet smile and soft giggle drowned in as he captured your lips for a gentle but passionate kiss.
If the lotus has tears, he will shed it only and only for you...
—GreyCaelum
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Jjk food for thought:
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^that has some spoilers but like…predictable ones considering what the stakes are.
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I’m having many thoughts for jjk and a lot of them are involving Gojo offering to kill people for Yuji
#the elf talks#jjk#like a no curse au where Gojo is some flavor of organized crime boss and really just keeps offering murder at all turns#or better yet Sukuna (Yuji’s twin) is a rival crime boss and he and Gojo are having a turf war except the turf is poor Yuji#hmmm many thoughts
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👉🏽👈🏽 spare any jjk faerie au headcanons you have cooked up for a desperate lass?
of course because man do i have some thoughts as a lover of faeries. i could probably go on about this for hours
gojou satoru | elf
a prince hailing from a seelie court
his very birth shook faerieland as foretold by the stars red, blue and purple stars that soared through the sky the night of his birth and his eyes are ones that can see mana and the shape of the soul among other things
presents himself as a revel-loving fool he simply enjoys games, but he is a lot more observant and calculating than he lets on
in his youth he often toted on and on about the stupidity of love, likening it to more of a curse and an ailment that turned the sane into fools so outside of the obligation of having heirs, he doesn't desire love in the slightest
until he meets falls in love at first sight with you, a banshee who saved his life when you coincidentally happened to be passing by after he found himself in a bloody situation
causes the entire court to go into an uproar when he immediately announces his intentions to make you his queen never mind the fact you haven't even accepted his proposal yet
his mother doesn't like you in the slightest. she gave birth to one whose very birth has shaken the earth and if her son is going to marry anyone it is going to be someone more fitting of that position
satoru ignores all that in favor of doing his best to woo you now that you're stuck living in his palace until a revel thrown in your honor passes
yes he knows this very much so makes him a hypocrite but he doesn't want anyone else
asks you all sorts of question about being a banshee. how your cries work, if there are different wails for different situations, how long you've been heralding death
at least you know the man is nothing if not passionate. it's hard resisting his charms as he asks you gently each time to marry him. you think you just might say yes when you feel the ghost of his lips against yours
getou suguru | phouka
if he isn't being an advisor to seelie prince satoru, suguru is a human-hating phouka who is, unfortunately, stuck living with one
unlike humans, the folk are creatures who keep their word so when you are able to best him in something for a favor he's inclined to keep his promise
and yes, he promises that he won't harm you or your loved ones after your deal has come to a close. yes, this includes things you personally consider harmful ranging from murder to physical attacks
for a human, you're quite clever in looking out for any loopholes. you apparently weren't lying when you said you were a faerie enthusiast
but that's the extent of suguru's praise when he learns why you were so adamant to find a faerie to help with your problems ー
apparently you took a botany elective thinking it would be an easy A only to now be just barely passing the class
yes, that's right. you want a member of the folk, a phouka, to be a glorified tutor until the end of the semester just to make sure you don't get a failing grade. apparently, suguru gave you far too much credit
still, you end up growing on him overtime with your sense of humor and you're way of looking at things. he hates to put it so simply but he supposes you aren't like other humans he has come across
(suguru later nearly destroys your textbook because he himself grows frustrated with your class. the human sciences are just as confusing to him as it is you. but your grade has technically improved since he began helping you so it's not entirely a loss is it?)
nanami kento | elf-kobold hybrid
an elf-kobold hybrid with horns that gently curve atop his head akin to an imperial demon
a record keeper often has work writing down events as they take place as well as organizing historical texts as he sees fit. it's a tiring and thankless job but it is something his family has been doing for generations and he sees no reason to break tradition now
the one saving grace he has are naps he enjoys taking between late afternoon and dusk, religiously, by a lake close to the palace
you're a swan maiden who calls the lake home and his quiet company. it's winter in the human realm and rather than fly south with your flock, you decided to spend the season in faerie and decided that particular lake would be home
you're a playful, impish thing who enjoys presenting nanami with riddles as he grows tired and you watch over him to keep him safe while he sleeps. a deal you've both made in favor of him bringing you delicious sweets from the palace
it's quite the favorable deal for you both
of course, inevitably you two get to talking and find yourselves having more and more in-depth conversations as the week goes by
what would nanami do if he decided to break family tradition?
where have you traveled in the human realm?
as a swan maiden, you seldom ever take off your cloak of feathers. there's no reason to ask, nanami knows the rules that swan maiden and selkies follow. should your cloak or coat be taken, you're forced to follow their will
as such, nanami never refers to your coat in the slightest. he never even asks about it
it's a great sign of trust among your kind to ever be vulnerable with your cloak. something nanami learns first hand when he wakes up one particular evening and finds that you have covered him with your cloak to make sure he stays warm
fushiguro toji | boggart
a lord in an unseelie court of faerie, who works in service to the high king as his sword
had a mortal wife who died centuries ago and together they had a half-human son
his son lives among humans presently and while they don't readily talk to one another, toji often has his men sent to the human realm to watch over his son and give him reports on his wellbeing
doesn't imagine himself ever loving someone he did his wife again until running across you a human who stumbled into the wrong mound
allows you to stay in his fief until it is otherwise safe for you to return home
you say you're a dancer so you dance for him and keep him entertained as a sort of thanks for not promptly killing you when you trespassed on his territory
the tension between you both is palpable to many. his staff who are forced to wait on your hand and foot as his guest and to the gentry you see at unseelie revels
the ones that gossip about how it isn't strange for toji to take human lovers
and yet despite that, no matter how close you get, toji keeps a distance between you both that. he fell in love with a human once, still remembers the sting of watching his beloved wife grow old and wither away in front of his very eyes
it's a pain he doesn't want to revisit ever again
okkotsu yuuta | human
unlike most stories of selkies and their evil human spouses, you're marriage with yuuta is quite the happy one in the seaside town you call home
yours was an accidental love story where he accidentally caught you in his net, only to release you
the next day, you brought piles of fresh fish and crabs and shrimp by his beachside home as thanks, much to his confusion as to where the catch came from
you usually followed his boat when he goes to fish and he learns how to recognize you, often laughing sheepishly when he saw you, warning you not to get too close so you don't end up in the net again
it isn't until a stormy night when yuuta fell overboard that you did anything drastic such as save his life, taking him to the shore and giving him cpr
you stayed with him all night until the storm passed keeping him warm
when yuuta woke up to seeing a beautiful, naked person by his side, he was understandably surprised. even more so when you transformed into a seal right in front of him. that was his introduction to the folk, to magic
now he's surrounded by you and your ocean-filled magic everyday in your little cottage by the sea
you come and go as you please, sometimes for weeks sometimes even for months at a time depending on the time of year
but you always come back and yuuta is happy to see you every time
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"it really depends on the situation, but i would think about something they really desire or need for their hobbies or passions. I would also think about giving them something i made with my own hands, i think it's really intimate and actually more thoughtful than any other gift i could think of." - @jjkwritingss
(note: non-cursed speech user!Toge, streamer/YouTuber!Toge; part of a normal!Jujutsu Kaisen AU which includes this fic, inspired by @/MjYeta’s JJK Normal Job AU art series on X/Twitter)
POV: you give your boyfriend Toge a Christmas present that you’ve worked on the whole week (in secret) this Christmas Eve 🥰
Some cute onigiri boy for baby elf Fra (coz she has been nice this Christmas), from your dear Secret Santa 🎅🏻♥️ hope you and Toge have a lovey-dovey Christmas Eve date *headpats* was gonna do him and Yuuta in one art but _(:3 」∠)_ anyways—
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Saved Misc Fics 2
SFW
Elf Fic by nessahaha
The Type of Boyfriend/Husband
Paper Ring
I Could...
Guard Dog
Cold And Goofy Boyfriends While Cuddling
Can't Sleep Without You
Sleepy Dragon Hybrid
Older Woman, Younger man
Breaking Up With Atsumu
Zhongli's wedding ring
Dragon!Boyfriend
JJK
Being Made From Yuji and Megumi's (Big Booty) Dreams
Post Shibuya Nanami HCs
Elf On The Shelf-Toddler Yuji, Older Brother Sukuna
Seeing Ex!Geto After Years
Childhood Friends With Yuji
Being Sukuna's Pregnant Wife
Box Of Letters-Nanami (angst)
Crush-Inumaki
His Love Language (Even Though He Doesn't Love You)-Sukuna
Sukuna-Yuji Brothers AU
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Yuta HCs (suggestive)
Yuta Loves Your Thighs (Suggestive)
Boyfriend!Yuta
One Piece
Arm Wrestling On The Moby Dick (No Romance)
Teaching Whitebeard Slang Part 1
Teaching Whitebeard Slang Part 2
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-Part 1, Part 2
Red Hair Pirates Learning You Have Prophetic Dreams
-Part 1, Part 2
WBP Using Ace And Marco To Stay Warm
Never Again-Law
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How The Monkey D. Family Reproduces
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Teaming Up With Shanks To Pull A Prank On Rayleigh
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Dildo sized tentacles
Golden Retriever Boys
Texts With Your Crush
Rest Their Heads On Your Shoulder While They Fuck You (short)
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Did He Go Too Hard
Tied Up
You Got This
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He's Big
Offers To Wash Your Back (Short)
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Boys Who Like To Breed You
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Unnamed
Like Watching You Bounce
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Breeding Kink
Make A Boy Cum So Hard He Can't Handle It
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You Give Him Head
How They Eat You Out
So Sensitive
Strong!Submissive!Men
Jealous Men
Trapping His Cum In You
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Pathetic For You-Geto
Change Of Heart-Geto
Dad's Best Friend!Geto
Sending You A Video-Geto
Nanami Imagine
Sending You A Video-Nanami
Muffling His Moans-Nanami
Accidentally Edging Himself-Inumaki
Nudes-Yuta
Obsessed-Yuta
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Chew Toy-Dog Hybrid Yuta
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Here in the Neverafter…
A Faery Court AU! & JJK story
Pairing: royal!megumi x f!reader
Word Count: 8.6k
Warnings: 🔞—smut scenes are included in this work
Rating: FMF (fushiguro Megumi fluff)
Neverafter, much like Neverland, is a forest filled with wounderous creatures like fae, fauna, elves, goblins, and even…sorcerers. Time moves slowly here, a half day spent in the forest adds three hours to the material plane. It is sealed away by invisible spells and only those with the blood borne can travel freely between realms until they turn eighteen years of age; afterwards their memories of being in the forest will fade almost immediately once crossing the threshold to return to the villages of mortals and men.
Like tales of old, your story of intrigue, mystery, and love is detailed with the ornate words of
Once Upon a Time:
There was a fair young lady born within the walls of a village. Her parents were charming and full of joy for their first born was graced with hair as light as the silver of the stars and eyes the deepest shade of the midnight sapphire skies. A neighbor had come over to grace the family with a blessing of the fey around their meadow of wildflowers in the easternmost field outside of the communal farm lands. It was a week since your birth as the party for a name-sake day would be held as is customary for this part of the kingdom.
“Glad tidings to the Mino-family,” the neighbor said. Their arms draped in long haori fabrics made from the threads of love and life.
“Keisuke-san?” your father is perplexed, yet your mother, whose breast you still are suckling on, bows in reverence. “Yer a fae?”
“Hai, that I am,” the neighbor smiles as your mother allows the person to come forth. “You had invited me and my kin, so a blessing we shall bestow upon the fruits of your union.”
An infant you coos as your mother tucks her breast away.
“Gentle kid will you be, kind hearted and true to your virtues,” Keisuke says, the swaddle blanket shimmers as you stare with large infantile eyes with a smile. “May you find love and friends early in your adult mortal life.”
Your mother thanks Keisuke as your father answers the door once more for one final late court member’s arrival. A dark crowlike raven man crosses the threshold of your parents’ home. He was the local elven raced butcher who had assisted in making sure your mother had enough meat while you grew in her womb; his mistress was known as the empress of corruption in the court of fey–his gift was a sword and bow.
“Both noble weapons for a young tactician from this humble human village to take up when the time calls for it,” the elf begins. Keisuke acknowledges his gifts, though perplexed more so than your father who is excited to teach you the tricks of raising your own cattle, yet hunting is a skill you will need when you first leave home for celebrations (in case of emergencies).
“Ah, and my lady sends her regards as she is too busy cursing a princess’ family for not inviting her to the royal christening,” the elf continues. “However, when the girl should marry, her lover will be a fair ruler, that is my lady’s gift–a love pure, true, and fated in the heavens.”
Your parents stare at their two neighbors who bestow gifts of virtues on you, which if any other mortals would have realized the lesson the fable would have told. Of course aside from your eternal living godfathers, your parents and grandparents were in attendance as well. Your beauty is natural as another kind fairy of lost things, a white haired raven familiar, Karasu, waits outside for an adult to invite her inside. Your grandmother greets the tailor with an auspicious missing-canine smile. (over the years, you are thankful for your parents observing and believing of the fey court in your small village), Karasu shakes her shoulders. Her mole by her lips is more pronounced as your mother presents the sleeping babe to her.
“My, my,” she peers into the blanket to see the softened babe asleep. “What a gorgeous little human. You did well, YLN-sama…Ah!” With a snap of her fingers, Karasu pinches the cloth and your small humble rag-dress.
“Do we have a name yet?” she inquires.
“Makoto…Mako,” your father looks at his wife with a proud smile. “Right?”
“Mm,” your grandparents and mother concur.
“Well, I, Karasu, of the fey aviary court, bestow the gift of everlasting beauty upon your daughter. May our gifts protect and guide her until the end of her days.”
Together the magics they are familiar with cause your family home to become aglow with mystic light and even bioluminous fauna.
Nineteen years later, you are grown. You have been sent with your father on an outing to the now better-developed city center. The village over the years, more so in the past decade, had been absorbed by the kingdom of the southern isles in the outcomes of a near civil war.
Regardless, your outing to the town square has your father giving you some extra pocket money to buy a small pastry. Your mother may have been a bit more forgiving, your gather your father will give you anything so long as you wish. Their neighbors, who stop by every year on the eve of your birthday, has also filled your head with a little more fascinating stories filled with myths of witches and perhaps in your mind’s eye you’d love to be considered a champion of the enchanted forests from which they were born. Even Karasu, who with your parents’ blessings, had gone out with you to the forest to enjoy your first stag hunting trip solo. You were seventeen.
Alas, that was two years ago, so flash forward, you are now in front of the library and cafe with a wide smile. Your friend, a newer mature face since childhood, has his back toward the glass door. You fix your hair behind your ears, straighten your posture and as you smooth out the wrinkles in the sleeve of your own form flattering haori, you inhale deeply. Upon your exhale, you reach to open the door. It chimes in the wind as you gracefully glide across the floor as your skirt swishes quietly grazing the floor where your flat shoes creep up toward the left of your most trusted companion–young Megumi had, in the earliest years of his life, had been kidnapped by a mercenary hired by the crown. His features seemed familiar of the aging queen who rules the south. She was too old to bear children safely, yet Megumi was raised as a royal though he was received in loving arms at the ripe age of two on the palace doors. The mercenary for hire had made an unworldly deal with a sorcerer of darkness and in that time, an infant of the crown was maimed in a carriage accident.
Megumi, lovely babe he was, had enchanted blood in his veins. He was borne of fae and magical parents, yet to survive in the human world, his mercenary and now most respected teacher was loyal to the Yaga family whose eldest daughter was between realms, fast asleep for the proximity of the years Megumi has been alive. His powers of shadows and darkness manifest as young as six, yet now, thirteen years later, he finds his acquaintanceship with you quite endearing. You are fearless, outspoken in times of injustice in a town shaming a half-ling, your voice, hoarse with outrage, roars for the townspeople to stop the throwing of rotting food to your sweet bosom buddy, Junpei, cursed with body shifting blood, you free him from the contraption. The townspeople, Megumi included, curious with instantaneous disgust as you help Junpei stand make way for you to pass. From then on, Megumi tries to escape the sight of the mercenaries Gojo and Nanami as his personal guard, Itadori heads to training grounds, to hang out in the village furthest away from the castle. He could have done without Yaga’s intimidating presence nor his masterclass of magic and trickery. The unfortunate truth was discovered by him on a whim in the hall of records when trying to cure his sister, it was a druken Gojo who spills the truth when he went to check on the ‘sleeping’ prince’s room. Regardless, as you steady Junpei to lean against you, you stare through Megumi with a stern look, hobbling away into the flower field. That day forward, the young prince learns to classify his emotions as love, purity of such a thing is questioned by Nanami who begin to notice his changed behavior as another suitor is sent away at the door where megumi begins to research the history of the awful curses and faes of darkness. He doesn’t know how close you are to the fae and elven witches of old, it’s not like he needed to know blessings of luck and good fortune that rest in your semi-enchanted features. Your natural brightness as you befriend him one day at Karasu’s tailor shop cements Megumi’s needs to know you more intimately.
“Ya should really try the blueberry tart,” you say when you announce your presence. The baker’s assistant, Nobara, nods while she asks you which tea you prefer this afternoon. “Friendship brew please with another cup for my dearest Megumi-chan.”
You smile and when you’re about to drop some silver coin, Megumi has a minute pouch in his hands he places on the counter.
“I got it, go find a seat,” Megumi whispers to you, ensuring you do not see how harsh the sun dyes his cheeks. The baker’s assistant as you walk away, starts to look from you to him back to you again. Then, she takes an opportunity to tease the strapping young man who comes to wear the same shades of plush blue as your eyes. You sit in the solarium as Megumi is heard stoically saying, “not a word to YLN-san.”
You want to pry as he sits across from you after pulling out a chair in the solarium, yet you don’t. Maybe it’s because you’d confirm his heart wants you two to be as one, so you save the question for another date. An innocent snack date commences as two friends subtly flirt back and forth. Your father, with satchels filled of fruit and vegetables in his hands, passes the cafe with a twinge of a smirk on their face. He leaves his child behind with a sweet thought of the young man coming over to formerly ask for your hand; its been far too long since your dear friend from girlhood, Junpei, had he himself disappeared into the forest all those years ago. You had retrieved a note with your name on it the eve after Junpei’s immediate disappearance made you stay up late at night, crying of joy for learning that he was alive and well with shifters who took him in.
Of course, loneliness had taken its toll on you when none other than Megumi had accidentally ripped your daily garb as he begrudgingly perused the village. It was his first outing after losing Itadori Yuuji in the crowd of travelers. So many horses and carriages for hire blocked the young knight’s line of sight, yet Megumi jogs between families yelling a triumphant, “Four hours! Be here and we can return home, Itadori.”
In such a time, your dress was torn by a quite rude nobleman who seemed to have steady your off balance figure back to a straightened one in a smooth fluid motion. Not very many people had used archaic words of love until Megumi laid hands on your silken hair and the way you’re chest to chest with him as your hands gripped his tunic; your developed chest breathes rapidly out of shock of this bold stranger, yet when you refocus, you’re dangerously closer, almost a hair’s breadth from being nose to nose with the young man, whose breath is uneven. Megumi introduces himself as you clear your throat when you push him off of you–”I’ll pay for the skirt’s repair lady…”
“You better,” you sound bitterly annoyed then. Of course, you both were on the cusp of turning sixteen then. Now, with you both about to be twenty years young, you sit across from each other as the afternoon drolls on. You fill his head with stories about your time with your three godparents in the realms of the Neverafter; there was wonder and terror as the faeries begin to ring in the summer breezes. You’re quite an honorary distinguished guest as you are considered a rare bloom this festive season. As you explain, Megumi is enthralled by your tale of how you become the child chosen to represent the magical realm to the mortals. It was a longshot, as one might have guessed, but Megumi had begun to feed you gaps in his childhood as you peruse the book of names seeking some peace for the noble lod.
“Our tea is almost done,” he says as you pour the last bit of the warm liquid in his cup.
“So it seems,” the tart is now only pastry crumbs. Leaning back in your chair, you seem to relax your shoulders. Megumi’s eyes are dilating in wanton lust as the long rose gold chain with rare gemstone flowers he had sent Nanami to the pearl jeweler fashion a necklace for your previous nineteenth year, decorates your decolletage. The pendant disappears in between the valley of your breasts.
“Oh my gods,” he mumbles to himself. “I want to make you mine.”
You arch your brows at him, sort of cheekily amused by his thoughts being said aloud.
“Bold of you to assume I would refuse, Fushiguro Megumi,” you reply. The blood drains from his flustered face and it rushes southward. You stifle a yawn before you rise out of your seat. You gave him his original name now, it was the only hint the young prince would have when he returns to his home, a bit embarrassed by how his body reacts to your womanly form. Your silhouette, after you press a parting kiss atop his head when you part, livens his heart a bit. Megumi had enough ammunition to grill his adoptive guardians as to why they took him away from his birth family. Gojo steps into the court one day to ease the blow of the pride jewel of the fabled lost fae prince. Familiar hounds had been summoned from shadows.
“It is a tale of a prince and the pauper,” Megumi’s mother-figure says. “Our daughter, your sister is ill with an affliction caused by an aunt of yours. Malediction causes her to sleep for a century, boy, so we did what any selfish humans would do: take a bewitched child of the forest and raise him once we made sure his loose duke father had his mother unbeknownst killed after birthing you.”
“Lies! We are nothing more than strangers thanks to you,” Megumi is equally appalled and disgusted. His brow furrows in woeful melancholy as Gojo suggests pause and a breath as he adds his side of responsibility in causing the lad grief. “What made you even think of taking me of all people?”
“...we needed royal blood boy to take our place when we leave the realm of the living,” the old king strokes his beard.
The dogs bark and whine, confused why their master looked a bit more…feral.
“I need to leave. Do not send anyone after me,” Megumi exhales as his voice returns to a less volatile state. “Itadori! Ready my horse.”
“Yes, your grace.”
Megumi bows, excusing himself from the court, mentioning he will return with a level head when he feels ready or has come with a lover seeking marriage blessing. Gojo moves aside as he watches the young royal, whom he and Nanami helped raise on the training grounds, when Yaga nods, defeated for this day was when the old king loses his once treasured son.
Only in Megumi’s mind and body wishes to know and see is you–the first and only human at this point he trusts. Your kinfolk are by extension the ones he knew he could rest comfortably with for a while. Imagine your surprise when as the moon rises, you are still awake, reading a new copy of Master Herr Dosselmeyer’s copy of a nutcracker tale. You had come home with a flustered appearance just before supper explaining to both Karasu and your mother what your father had gossiped about earlier. Keisuke and his contemporary as well seemed to have sent shockwaves to your father’s heart when they confirmed how a noble youth may have crossed paths with his only daughter. Karasu and your mother giggles over tea, sharing knowing womanly looks when your torn dress was mended by a stranger. However, that is neither here nor there when a horse whinnies not too far from your family cottage. Your parents are already fast asleep when you pause your reading. Instinctively, you grab your saber by the door when a firm deft knock raps at your door.
Ever so quietly, you can barely hear Megumi’s voice sounding so forlorn and to you…he seemed a bit shaken and lost. You open the door, inviting him inside. He greets you with a hug, surprisingly different from the first trip and catch embrace he did at the town transit center, there is a desperation in the way he clutches your dressing gown. There is an underbust vest with a whalebone you wear that his slender fingers desperately hold on to. He’s so distraught to you, even as you maneuver your arms to comfort him, passing a hand over the back of his softened hair. His breathing slows as he listens to your voice reminding him to breathe slowly, in time with you.
“Megumi,” you nudge him away from your shoulder for a moment. “I’m going to make you some warmed milk, ok? You can sleep here and we can figure this all out in the morning.”
Morning comes, you left a note for your parents to explain why Megumi had left a dog of his with them for a little bit. You explain in curt detail where you had gone and when you return, you may be a bit older.
‘No, not eloping,’ you pen. ‘On a quest to return Megumi back to the fae court.’
“Honey! Get Keisuke and the butcher!” Your mother runs out the door, in the distance she sees your riding cloak flutter in the horizon by the border of the faery forest.
“What?! Wh—” he reads the letter and grips hours wife’s shoulders.
“Our daughter challenges the trials of love,” he presses a kiss on your mothers trembling brow. “Remember it wasn’t long before you gave up wings for a mortal man before,” she relaxes as she awaits her child’s safe return. “I suppose you’re right dear. She is more capable than we give her credit for.”
The guard dog whines before your father gives him a head pat.
“Your master will return, believe in him and her.”
Meanwhile you’re seated behind Megumi; a bow and quiver strapped to your back. The horse is a night-mare smoked gray agile in galloping has your arms around Megumi’s natural waist as you gasp, before regaining your breathing. Horse riding is something you haven’t done recently, but you do it for festival competitions, but when your old crush-friend shows up distraught at your doorstep, you do what you think is right.
Hours go by as the sun rises higher in the sky, you calmly pull the reins to slow the horse to a gentle trot.
“Megumi, calm yourself.”
Leaning back into your figure, a defeated sigh escapes his lips.
“We could get lost,” you for warn.
“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” he shrugs with a lip jutting out.
You chuckle, poking his cheek.
“I know, but we’re in mystical lands now,” your voice reaches a vibrato that pulls him to a dreamlike rest. You hum a lullaby your mother sang when you learned of your parent’s connection to the lands you traverse with.
It’s a few miles later, a curious rabbit in a petticoat bows to you. He seems to be later off a coronation of a young miss, but he offers you a sweet flower crown to the beautiful boy making in your arms. The reins now held by you in one hand and with the flower crown resting upon Megumi‘s head. You smile at the regality it gives him.
Next, upon your travels after you wave off the rabbit down the mushroom kingdom signage, you see a rather tall pearly-ivy skinned woman; sharp features and wide neutral smile waves to the mare. You pause for a moment to converse the fae queen of dark magic.
“Godmother,” your voice is sickeningly poise and rigid as you bow your head.
“Daring child,” she has a predictive orb for her eyes only. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Love? Hmm…” you glance down at the askewd crown and the sleeping prince. His striking features bring a warmth to where he lays exhausted from the night’s antics when the truth he spills last night. “I suppose so, godmother. Who else would leave their home to return their friends to where they’re original families originated?”
Your voice lowers to a whisper, while you raise a free hand to caress his jaw.
“Love, my dear,” your godmother sees the vision of your life with the man here sleeping. “Can be a curse if it proves capricious, but with what you feel for His Highness it’s written in the stars.”
You nod, mouthing a thank you. The lady-like fae entity ruffles your hair.
“Come this way again little bird, I’ll give you a just reward for returning the princeling home.”
You agree out of obligation to the butcher’s mistress. However, as the afternoon continues, Megumi wakes as you guide his steed toward a well traversed path. Groaning, he sits up, half turning to you.
“Where-where are we?” His voice is groggy with fatigue.
“Deeper in the woods where I spent my youth,” you provide comfort he needs to hear. “I learned a lot about my mom’s realm.”
Another hour or so of riding along the path, you find yourself nodding off as you transfer the reins back to Megumi. Megumi doesn’t question the flowers on his head, he just presumed you paused to pick a few to strewn across his dome. You doze off comfortably like a child against his shoulder, humming a short lived, “wake me up when you want to break for camp. Grandfather’s home is a few minutes west…”
Megumi heeds your words until he does see the tailor in their fae creature form flutter about on the lawn of a posh mansion. Ostrich carriages waiting for use line the driveway. Here, your grandfather waves to signal Megumi to come forth. Elvish features and gaunt healthy elderly skin adorn the man, who for lack of better words seems to have passed on the silverly essence of your hair to you.
“Welcome to our family chateau,” your grandfather’s voice wakes you. “You must be that princeling the birds have been speaking about since my granddaughter here bright you into our threshold.”
By this point, the night-mare had been dismounted and you along with Megumi sit across a tired old man. You hold his hand firmly before you recount the night before.
“Fushiguro’s boy? Well that changes things,” your grandfather suddenly seems more lively than before.
“You know my father? Yaga tells me my mother is dead,” your eyes dart between the man to your right and your grandfather who hums.
“She was as pretty as she was wicked smart,” your grandfather muses. “She and i were classmates once in the school of magic and thievery…”
And so the afternoon and evening spent here in your grandparents’ abode appeased the prince who learned the stories of his mother’s love, though ill fated, and of his father who gave him to Gojo to help teach the boy to be a man of his word.
“Exorcisms done by a clan member as talented as the man of shadows is a hefty price,” your grandfather explains. “But Toji was the best in your father’s class dear. The mortals are a twisted group, turning to us for answers i. The realm of sorcery. Your fathers were once close friends, yet in a time of great divide, some darkness seemed to slip into the material mortal plane, Toji fell through the realm cracks sealing his fate and memory here amongst those that survive. The curses, as they are known in our tongue, are the very ones that keep you safe—the mare, the shadow dogs—you being entrusted with care under Gojo’s tutelage and King Yaga’s advice to your single father, Megumi-kun, was ironclad. A deal written in gold ink with all the six eyes Gojo’s technique can create, it cannot bend nor break. Only in unnatural death can you return here fully prepared to walk the line between cursed mortal and immortal.”
Your grandmother returns from the gardens with Karasu’s cousin. You move to greet her as you explain your sudden visit to which the instantaneous reply was as follows:
“Stay as long as you need. We have the records in the library if you wish to see them, Highness.”
“Mm,” Megumi nods before exuding himself from the parlor where you were seated to greet the lady of the house.
“My my, I can see why our dear grandchild loves you,” the woman smiles. “Believe it or not, Mako is a part of this world too.”
You nod when Megumi quirks a brow at you.
“Mother gave up her wings to stay with my father in the material plane.”
Megumi mumbles, “I see.”
“…don’t look so forlorn,” you continue. “I’ll be by your side whichever realm you choose to reside in.”
You smile wide as your grandmother begins to introduce and instruct the staff at the chateau to prepare the guest rooms on the second floor.
“AND MAKE SURE THEY ARE ADJOINING ONES AT THAT!”
You blush furiously as you declare you’ll wash up first seeing as the early dusk is upon you. You had been snacking along the way here after you had dug into your bag to find the sandwiches you packed for Megumi and you enjoyed earlier in the day. Yet here you are, delightfully soaking in a rose water infused bath. The maids wait to scrub you clean all except for one who manages to rub lemon citrus oil over your hair.
“The rogue with you is quite handsome miss,” seems to be the general consensus as they try and dress you for supper.
Megumi on the other hand removed his coat and is delightful to find loose tunics that fit him. The initials on some of the patched cloaks and other shirts have a script of the previous owner—his father stayed here free of charge—it makes sense the old man and crazy bird woman would have you in separate, yet adjoined rooms because lords above, when you open the door to his side of the room, you see a half dressed Megumi next to the bedpost. You don’t make a sound, instead you very, unconsciously, stare at his broadened features, a few scars here and there from rampant training on the grounds of the castle run deep up and down his shoulder blades.
“Perhaps you should say something,” Megumi teases you; he heard the door open right before slowly pulling the shirt overhead.
You say something smart only to suddenly be met with Megumi’s bold lips reaching yours in mere moments. His hands steady your neck as he tilts your face higher and in one movement, his lips part the instant you gasp out of surprise; his left hand slides past your ear and firmly holds a your hair as long you let him; your arms hold the side of his shirt the more you let him guide your back to a wall. You’re about to return his kiss when he reminds you to breathe, nose brushing against your jaw, his lips soft and captivating press against the juncture where your ear and neck meet.
You tilt your head to one side, a hand of yours slips under the tunic and grazes his cool skin. There does your fingertips surpass his abdominals feeling the defined bones of his hips were when he growls a low, “patience morning star,” you know where the coarse hairline leads. You meekly agree with him to continue wherever you left off, his sweet mouth a bit kiss swollen by you nipping his mouth shut when a butler announces dinner is served.
Megumi affirms his thanks while placing a finger to your lips; you automatically pursed said lips of yours, almost gently nibbling on it.
“What happened later?” Megumi caress your face with a haphazard curled finger.
You brush past him, shaking your head, “if you and I expect to keep each other’s bed warm, we’re going to need good food at some point.”
You bow most graciously, humming a tune as you comb a hand through your hair. Megumi follows you out sooner than later, almost bumping into an end table with a tethering vase. He catches up to you, a bit annoyed you left him wanting more of your touch; he compliments your attire as the dining hall is set for four guests. Your grandparents had arrived and taken their place first prior to inviting you both to join them. Over the course of the meal, you mention you might stay a week or so waiting to see what the apparent friend-lover-prince wishes to do.
“Visit my mother’s home. Perhaps explore the fae realms and see elven towns before departing,” your hear Megumi quietly speak in thoughtful sentences. You agree it seemed a bit short of a list until you recall a festival happening then:
“The night parade happens this week, perhaps we should outrun the trickster court? I hear lord Geto will be making an appearance.”
Your grandfather looks uneasy while your grandmother silently looks at him with a bereft smile.
“What a wonderful plan. Take some to rest and relax all you wish. Don’t worry about your parents. We’ll send word in the morning of your safe arrival.”
Dessert and coffees were brought to the table almost immediately after the sixth course (it was a prefix welcoming dinner comprised of smaller traditional fae plates). When dinner was over, your grandfather and grandmother bid both of you goodnight. They mention something about planning for the parade with masks and whatnot.
Megumi rises up from his seat first before extending a hand to you. The moonlight spills from the rather large stained glass windows of the dining hall as you take his hand suggesting a walk in not much smaller when compared to the rest, eastern garden.
There, you wander side by side, a hand never leaving yours alone, conversing about everything, then nothing again.
In between the garden doors and labyrinth style path, Megumi presses short kisses along your temple before you subtly take the hint. You wonder if loving him, body and soul, is the right thing to do. You heard about how dangerous time suspends in the never after realms, and though you’re both in your prime, you can’t help but ask if this is your fate—sweetly caring for a fae with sweeter demon dogs who try as he might to be intimidating, is quite reserved in movements. Even now, when you’re escorted back to his room, with a soft nudge from him, you twist the ornate knob.
Lazily languid and painfully slow kisses pick up the night’s activities. You’re young enough to understand where this leads, old enough to make sure your partner is satisfied in more ways than one. Megumi silently raises you in his arms, once you give him the ok to proceed. He’s stronger than you realize as your skirt bunches around behind your knees.
“What?” Megumi’s breath tickles your exposed collarbone. His lips trace a love line there before you bury your head against his shoulder for a moment. Your hands card through his hair as he feels your teeth graze his pulse point. His hands stiffen as you sink your teeth leaving a lover's bite there. His breathing changes as a groan and curse leaves his mouth.
An exasperated, “careful there,” warns you to keep soothing the ache as you adjust your posture to sit comfortably in his arms. You’re hovering slightly above him, agreeing to be careful as he says. You sheepishly lie as you bite into him a little more aggressively than before and for what it’s worth, his hands clutch the underbust you wear almost tearing the threads apart in an unwarranted yet eager lust. His lips when they find yours, violently kiss you hurriedly; his heart unwavering beyond repair as your hands remove his tunic from his body—it is tossed to the ground as words of “can’t get ‘nough,” and “cut this off me~hah~now,” (in reference to your underbust vest). Megumi practically rips off the piece, freeing you a little more.
Softly sucking on his tongue, you nearly bump foreheads to signal where the ottoman or couch was. Instead, taking a minute to appreciate the wet spot in between your legs, your lovers hand disappears under the side where your leg is most exposed. Rough, yet sturdy, fingers glide higher. High enough to make your breath stutter as his eyes remain open to watching how you react with pinched brows, sighing his name as he lets you roll your hips a second time, this time his hand cups your sex and you chew your bottom lip. An embarrassing whimper of a command makes him wish to sit down with his hands so willingly ready to give in to a desire mostly dreamed of. You feel your essence nearly coating the fabric of your undergarments where a warm hand waits to play with you, yet in your reviere of being teased with, do you notice how Megumi bends to sit with your knees touching the plush mattress of his bed.
You’re straddling the man as he tells you to breathe slow and deep as his fingers, curious and true, slip into your sex with ease. “Come hither” motions and annoyingly wonderful noises has you rutting into his hand the more you ride his hand as they say. You open your eyes just a crack to see how amused the dog beneath your body is and he has sunken flustered cheeks. Megumi says nothing as the tension builds and you silently scream into his collarbone as he makes you fall apart, nails scratching his shoulder as you cry from the way he has obliterated your virtuous need to be fucked thoroughly by a hand.
“Shh,” he whispers. His glossy hand presses against your abdomen. “You did me proud. You’re gorgeous like this, you know that?”
You meekly nod, catching your breath. In that subtle movement, you feel something else protrude beneath you. He wants to continue, or at least his body does, so you tell him when you’re mentally ready to move on, to lay on his back.
“My turn to make you writhe beneath me,” Megumi chuckles at that, the belt and sliding off of fabrics is heard as you take in his beautifully sculpted nude form. You’re no better, removing an outer skirt to reveal the nightly sleepwear and corset work to keep you upright in your sleep, the figure of your body is one to behold—at least the Venus statues abroad were true to form in terms of thickness. You see how defined and constricted the royal is and as you are given the go-ahead to pleasure both him and you, you begin to let your hands become familiar with this terrain. Scars from the past and bruises from training earlier that week are kissed and traced over delicately with affection; Megumi reaches up to steady you by your throat before reiterating a silent, “I trust you,” as you raise your skirt a little higher when you align yourself with his member, slightly raised and leaking to one side.
At first contact, you see him devour your contorted face, “it’s just the t-ip for now, have t’get used to it first,” is all you say the last word having you half-sheath his length in you. His other hand steadies your shoulders until he realizes you’re a bit closer to his thighs now than earlier. Gods you’re warmer and gummier than he thought; when reading books on science and sex, Megumi knew the mechanics of love making thanks to Gojo being a ladies man, yet when it came to you—seeing you, heading your advice to move with your hips rather than against, he picks himself up off the mattress to hold you flush against him. You’re driving him mad. And as he shakes with vitality to find his high, he decides to look you in the eyes so you remember what you do to him. He breaks, almost begging you to climax with him, but alas you too, it seems will wake with the need to fall even further together.
Sheets ruined still basking in post coital bliss, you caress his face. He has this wicked smile as do you; his cheek is regaining color and though you’re still loosely conjoined still, you mention he should remove himself from you.
“Already?” he feins annoyance.
“I’m sure the maids outside my door are waiting to hear about how well you fucked me,” You smirk. He pinches the fat of your bottom, before removing himself from your core, you turn over on your back with a satisfied smile on your face.
Megumi, though, loosely drapes himself with a sheet as you settle beneath the sheets. The soiled ones are not as ruined as you think, yet Megumi returns with a sort of bath towel. The night’s activities with him had worn you out, so much so that you’re already asleep when he calls your name. Caring afterward can be done in the morning, Megumi thinks. For now, he settles beside you, sort of lifting you up and resting your head against his exposed chest; an arm of his shields you from the worries of the dawn.
It takes ten days of staying at your grandparents' chateau before Megumi makes a choice. Of course, coitus happened but only that night, but the morning thereafter and the following night, etc., yet you asked Megumi in the quiet setting sun what his plans are now that he knows his parents, true parents. You sit atop the ottoman in your room this day, Megumi sits across you, holding a biscuit cookie while contemplating his answer:
“… I think I’ll stay here,” you almost drop your saucer, you reflexive movement causes you to catch it in your hand.
“I-I see,” you aren’t angry. No, your shoulders sort of slump. Megumi asks if you’re ok and you try not to look at him directly, afraid of what offensive thing you could say to him.
“Of course ‘m not. You’re choosing to stay here,” your voice wavers like you’re about to break into tears at any moment and for someone who has yet to experience love pure and true, Megumi doesn’t understand how uneasy you’re making him right now.
“We can still be together; it’s not like I’m going to stray from you,” he tries to soothe the ache with words, yet it makes you brush away an embarrassed tear.
This time you look at him and with glass eyes, Megumi truly understands what it means when someone says, ‘’my soul cries.” So, he moves to kneel in front of you to calm you, holding your hands as you explain that by choosing to remain here in this realm, he cannot explicitly return to the material mortal plain.
“But you can,” he is hopeful when he says this.
“Megumi, dear sweet prince of the people,” you lean down to rest your forehead against his. “It’s not that simple. I came with you to provide answers for your questions about your true lineage. You received your answers, yet this visit would be my last until I depart from the land of living,” you go on to explain that mortals don’t do well in the forest. Even if your maternal parent was to hail from here. There are stipulations to fae magic and the courts that comprised the forest of magical entities such as pixies, elves, goblins, etc.
“Sorcerers?” He adds.
You hum. “So I have to leave. I cannot return unless invited back by a caregiver whether it be you or otherwise.”
Your life is in the village; your parents, other friends, even young Itadori and Nobara have become lovely acquaintances too. “I can’t stay because I’m not from here. I smell of mortal plane-ness. I have no claim here.”
Megumi reiterates why he wants to stay; it’s because he is born here does his magic with shadows truly shine.
“I-I know,” you smile, backing away a smidge to press a kiss on his temple. “But when I depart for home tomorrow, I won’t have my memories of my time here with you. That’s all the more tragic, no?”
At this Megumi stands abruptly. He begins pacing and you, you sit there sighing because though you don’t have any claim to the lands here, the magic surrounding the barrier separating the worlds via the entrance borders of the forests instills a memory block motif. You’ll only be able to recall someone helping you out of the forest, not the passionate nights spent with him; the discoveries you help him find about his parents in the records of your grandfather’s library study; the flower crown now wilted on the end table there by the door.
None of the shared intimate moments in the garden, just a warm light as you stare at the forest fills you with confusion and heart break most foul.
“Will I forget you too?” Megumi, pauses his pacing as you rise off the ottoman to face him. You hold his shoulders steady when you shake your head. “Unfortunately the curse works only on the mortal, you’re the sorcerer that belongs here, ‘m not.”
Silence, for the stunning effect it has washed over you both. A sudden reality that you are to leave at dawn and he chooses to stay here to not only hone his craft, visit relatives here while he sets up his abode (according to the deed his mother had left him), forces the following words to be said out of the frowning features of a prince who wished to keep you close to him.
“What do we do?”
“…you let me go.”
“And if I don’t want to?”
“Come find me in the village. Tell me all about your adventures, no matter how much older I become.”
“…time moves differently here…”
You both say that together, bitter sweet laughter escaping your ears.
And so, a year transpired. Megumi leaves the forest in search of someone near and dear to him. It’s not that long of a ride to head to the village where you grew up—he received help from Karasu and your godmother to locate where you are now. He’s ever the more regal in the black and moss green attire when he passes the café that sort of sealed his love for you. Only does he take a deep breath as you’re in the queue for a rose tea and a pastry with a large looking dog—his hound—at your side.
Megumi is behind you and as miss Nobara quirks her brow at the man behind you, she warns you: “mako-chan the man behind you is quite handsome.”
“Nobara, stop it,” you whisper back.
It is then when your acquaintance in the case realizes your don’t recall who he is—your time in the forest had wiped your most recent memories of him. Nobara just nods over your shoulder, encouraging you to play nice and make small talk.
You turn slightly, curious to see who your friend is talking about and for whatever reason you have to look, you feel your heart nervously waver.
“You really are handsome,” you smile effortlessly and kind. The hound at your side barks before nudging his original owner’s hand for a good scratch begins the ears.
“So, mister,” you tilt your head to one side. “Are you just going to stand there and admire a pretty lady like me or are you going to tell me about your adventures in the forest?”
Megumi, as you stand there not remembering who he of or what he means to you, decides capturing your heart all over again will be more worth the trials of the heart. He introduces himself as the prince to these lands, yet being a child of certain shadowy sorcerers, he spent a good time in the forest you lead him to.
“I-I did that?” you are perplexed as you walk to a table. Though Megumi reassured you with a nod, he speaks like he knows the most intimate parts of you: your godmother who is as tall as a building guided you to put grandparents chateau; he explains hope he initiated making hoops intentions known right before and after supper. The details make you blush and flustered as you nervously ring the tea cup to your lips.
“You chose to stay?” your lips are downturned a bit heartbroken about the circumstances of your strained relationship.
Megumi offers a hand to you.
“All the more reason why I sought you out here,” he holds your hands gently caressing the skin of the back of your palm. “I’m stronger now, I can preserve your memories… if you’ll have me?”
His small hopeful smile seeks the tall tale to you; you don’t make a of it, but your head starts to ache just a tad—you ride a night-mare in the forest, a person whom you thought was the butcher passed out infringe of you was not indeed the butcher, but the very young man in front of you.
“Suppose I believe you,” you lace your fingers with his. “Will you make me fall in love again?”
“Mmhm.”
You such as you close your eyes and retract your hand. “Very well then Your Highness. Make an honest woman out of the love you claim you have for me.”
Time pushes forward; your love life had some enchantment filled with ups and downs, yet upon a true coronation for this realm, Megumi finds you asleep in his old bedchamber. Your hair is a bit shorter, the navy silk of your sleep attire consisting of a good old tunic keeps up warm this season. Tonight would be the last time your back will be made of mortal skin. Megumi has been over your house countless times trying to think of a small secure loophole to ensure you’ll always remember your time with him. Your father sighs as he tells your lover of the contracting spell—“when a fae gives up their wings for love boy, it is clipped with the harshest of broadswords.”
Megumi is horrified, yet he doesn’t let it bubble to the surface of his stormy eyes.
“Is there a way to…?”
“Yes, but for that I suggest you let me talk to my wife before you do something wreckless as well.”
That was early this afternoon, yet as you sit in your slumber, you call out his name. He tells you he’s right beside you, scooping you into his arms before he feels the warmth of your body spread. At first he breathed deeply before you make yourself comfortable in his embrace. You kiss him drowsily nodding that there will be time for that too as his hands slip up and under where your breasts lie. Cold fingers and his mouth entertains the back of your neck and between the shoulder blades makes you wake up a bit more.
State duties were always less fun than sorcerer training, but when megumi takes you to the palace to be more familiar with the likes of Gojo, Nanami, and Itadiri, you soak up your incredible fortune. Here, your grandparents’ guardian mirror to their library as a pocket universe within this study causes you to always make a list of spell books for your love to return.
Over the course of your courtship, your memories are returned little by little until one day your parents and immortal kin are asked to celebrate a proposal. The chateau in the woods of the divine Neverafter has a stronger memory preservation spell: a gift from the aging fae. As the announcement commences of your upcoming union seeing as your reality of being unnaturally beautiful forced time to stop for Megumi; an unconscious prank by his personal guards three. It is then your god mother and your own parents nod. You’re confused and elated by all this.
The faerie of shadow and dark makes a short speech about summarizing the trials your love had been through: “when you truly make the conscious decision to leave him a princeling where he belongs, love takes sight, dear one.” Her staff sends ripples of burgundy and deep violet patterns, you are invited into the circle as Megumi presses a confident kiss to your lips.
“Our gift to thee little gem,” your mother hugs as your father looks on proudly. As you watch her back away, you feel the festering slow growth of a cocoon. It is a powerful lightning opal case, but as wings as dark and as translucent as a giant moth’s protrude from the space between your shoulder blades, the cocoon shatters. Your wings outstretch to dry a while, a powerful test flutter makes your parents cry of joy. The wings bestowed upon you were a just reward from the patron of lost things being returned—the wings close on your thought, tucked behind your exposed back like a shawl.
Megumi holds your hands then as the pain of them growing out burns a bit. Yet when the pain subsides when you peer into his sapphire orbs bright eyed and full of joyous tears. He picks you up by the waist hearing you laugh before your wings suspends you in midair; you calm down giggling saying how his love makes you want to be wings.
“I’ll take you far beyond the stars,” you promise him as he leans down to lose himself in your love.
“For all of time and space,” he replies as you bow swearing unyielding fealty to the crown he wears.
Turning to your mystical family members and your mortal parents, you thank them profusely, promising to never forget who they were.
Amongst the shadows of your godmother’s gown, there were her pixies in waiting, shimmering with their moonlit wings outside of your residence as they depart.
Megumi stealthily walks toward you and hugs your waist, pressing a tender kiss by your ear. You turn around, holding his hands to your waist still, smiling up as you tilt your head to one side.
“Care to remind me how much you love me?” You enjoy watching his surprised expression because as he drags you to the bedchambers in the eastern hall practically yelling to Gojo, “don’t you dare interrupt us under any circumstances!”
“Care to remind me how much you love me?” You enjoy watching his surprised expression bc as he drags you to the bedchambers in the eastern hall practically yelling to Gojo, “don’t you dare interrupt us under any circumstances!”
Gojo just laughs as Nanami frowns a bit before asking Itadori if he wanted to go hang out at the pub.
Fin
#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue#sora after hours#sora scrbbles 2023#🔞—nsfw megumi#faery court au x 🎋jjk🎋#sora things: 🎋jjk🎋
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Masterpost [Jan 2022]
Jan 2022
Luke Skywalker Mistaken to Be Anakin Skywalker’s Biological Father
Boyfriend Gojo Cheats for Desserts
Star Wars Would See Jinwoo Clearing Gates (AKA Planets) As Genocide
Sung Jinwoo Needs a Snake Summon for Reasons, every fandom needs a snake au
Aizen (Bleach) Raises Xanxus (Khr)
Krell (Star Wars) And Harry Potter Cursed Ideas
sung jinwoo was a idol before he awakened the second time
sung jinwoo x jjk crossover where jinwoo adopts megumi
gaara of tatooine au
Single Parent! Endeavor Can Asexually Reproduce
Tsuna (Khr) Is a Fish
Enji X Rei X Toji (JJK) threesome
beru adopting (stealing) megumi follow up
Obi-wan Time Travels and Gets a Promotion
Shadow Summons During the Holiday Season
CULTIVATORS MEET JEDI (Scum Villain Meets Star Wars)
Kakashi X Aizawa in mha with kakashi being a catboy
Beru the Ant (Solo Leveling) And Aunt Beru (Star Wars)
ONE PUNCH MAN SAITAMA X GOJO
Gotham Thinks Batman Is a Asian Twink Named Sung Jinwoo
Star Wars Porn Industry
Sung Jinwoo Accidentally Steals the Star Wars Clone Army
SVSSS Omegaverse With Shen Jiu X Shen Yuan
JINWOO ’S CAFE AU
Toushirou (bleach) X Gojo (jjk)
Obi-wan X Sheev Palpatine With Time Travel
Sung Jinwoo (Solo Leveling) X CC-1010 Fox (Star Wars Clone Wars)
SHEN JIU (SVSSS) X ENDEAVOR (BNHA)
Musical Chairs Ghoul Style
SOlo Leveling but Jinwoo Is a Cat
The Jedi Order would LOVE Poison Ivy n SITH!OBI-WAN X JASTER MEREEL
Poison Ivy in Star Wars
Shen Yuan the PIWD Xianxia Vlogger post and follow up
SINGLE PARENT! JINWOO WITH BABY ASHBORN, single parent au
Fix It Where Anakin Is the Crazy Tooka Lady (General)
Fumikage Tokoyami’s Father Is Sung Jinwoo
shen jiu's fellow streetrat becomes a general au
OROCHIMARU IN STAR WARS
AIZEN X KENPACHI FIX IT AU
Yoda Is a Free House Elf (Star Wars X Harry Potter Crossover)
THE SUGAR DADDY STAR WARS AU
UKITAKE X ALL MIGHT
Sung Jinwoo Vacations in SVSSSIdeas, Ideas 10-12, 13-15, 16-19, 20-23
Tsuna is actually a parrot, not a child like iemitsu incorrectly believes
SUNG JINWOO CAN ALSO REVIVE PLANTSBeru (Solo Leveling) x Tianlang-jun (SVSSS) AU
If aizawa transmigrated as shen qingqiu…
IF BNHA WAS THE FUTURE OF THE TWILIGHT WORLD.
JINWOO (SOLO LEVELING) AND GETOU (JJK)
Antares X Bakugou pairing where Bakugou cooks the most fucking delicious spicy food that single-handily convinces Antares to not destroy the Earth
Liu qingge x shen jiu au - in which lqg gets married to sj by the liu family unknowingly
Anakin and sensory deprivation mediation?
Sung Jinwoo is a cat au: Original post
JINWOO’S ROOMBA SHADOW SUMMON
REBORN PIDW CAST BUT SHEN JIU IS LUO BINGHE'S MOTHER BECAUSE SHEN JIU X TIANLANG JUN
OBIWAN RAISES LEIA AND LUKE ON STEWJON
“HEATING PAD” DABI GETTING THE LADIES
Twice’s quirk is far too powerful in bnha
Shen jiu and his army of shadow summon bodyguards
KING BRADLEY (FMA) X KATSUKI BAKUGOU (SON OF KIMBLEE)
Sung Jinwoo, the Last Line of Defense Against… Luo Binghe?(SOLO LEVELING X SVSSS)
SUNG JINWOO’S ARRANGED MARRIAGE
Mace windu x jinwoo (solo leveling)
Shen Yuan xZhuzhi Lang
Jedi and Sith have encountered Rulers and Monarchs and both mistake them to be manifestation of the Force/Dark side of the Force
The names of hero!Touya’s hero moves
Combine the Chancellor Antares AU with Arranged Marriage AU to get.... this
Combining arranged marriage au with cat au to get Monarch of Destruction coming to earth to marry a cat
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Hi, dear guest!
🖋️ My name is Teya. I’m 22 y.o. amateur artist, ficwriter and TW game trilogy enjoyer
ꕥ Fandoms: Black Clover (99%), Bungou Stray Dogs, Chainsaw Man, Bleach, JJK, Kuroko no Basket, HQ, the Witcher trilogy (CDPR)
ꕥ My beloved Black Clover triad are Yuno, Asta and Zenon, and most of my art & fic works are devoted to them! Asta/Yuno, Yuno/Zenon and Zenon/Allen are my main ship triad
ꕥ elf-Yuno is the cutest creature ever 💕
ꕥ Other beloved characters & ships (Black Clover): Charmy (Yuno x Charmy), Zogratis siblings (Vanica x Noelle), Sylph x Liebe, William x Patry, Golden Dawn, elven tribe
ꕥ Occasionally, I enjoy fictional incest (eg. Langris/Finral, zogratiscest) and age gap (Yuno/Zenon). All my posts are followed with ship tags, so if you feel uncomfortable with any ships, it’d be quite easy to filter them
ꕥ I don’t like astelle & yunosa ships (Black Clover), Ichigo x Orihime (Bleach). The only possible content about them here is friendly-type, but generally, I prefer not to mention them at all. For any toxic jerks attacking my fics and art with something “being canon” - learn about tolerance & preferences, or my block-list is ready
ꕥ “Time Is God” AU is my main current ao3 work, referred to canonical events until chapter 308 (Yuno doesn’t get star magic and Asta enters the battle). It’s divided into few books according to the main characters:
❄️ “Book of Zenon: Life on a Boundary” - story of Zenon Zogratis, Allen Fiarain and Ciel Grinberryal; extended Zogratis siblings & dwarf content. Already in progress
🍀 “Book of Yuno: Memory of Wind” - story of Yuno happening sync to Asta’s canonical path: extended Hage arc, entering Golden Dawn, sync-Underwater Temple mission arc
🕓 “Time is God” - the main story since chapter 308
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Master Lust... I mean List
EVERYTHING IS 18+
I'll try to keep this master list updated as I go....
I'm OT7, so eventually I'll have something for everyone. I'm just getting started so give me a break. 😉
I'll post/update/add whenever I feel like it.
Please don't repost, steal, copy, ect to other sites without my permission. Mkay, thanks!
My block button is strong, don't tempt me.
If you'd like to show your support you can buy me a coffee here! 😉
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Genres: Legend:
Smut 🍆 Completed 💫
Fluff ☁️ In Progress ✏️
Angst 😅 Asks/Recs 💡
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💜💜 OT7 STUFFS 💜💜
× The Housekeeper: Teaser Series 🍆 -
| Head Canons 💫 | - What initially got me started down this track 😂
| one | | two | | three | four ✏️ |
× The Winter Getaway 🍆 😅 ☁️ 💫
| one | | two | |three | | four | | five - final|💫
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Stuck in my head 🍆💫- KTH x reader, the one where y'all get it on to a song that's on the radio.
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Dreaming With Him in Mind 😅💫 -Featuring PJM x A Dream by El DeBarge (Mary J. version)
The Clinic 🍆- Dr.!Jimin x reader featuring intern!JK x reader
Captivated by Song 😅💫 -Featuring Suga x Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack (Fugees version)
The Naughty Shop 🍆💫- Elf!JHS and Elf!reader finally discover what's inside the mysterious shop. A Christmas au.
Open Door - The one where Hobi invites you over
The Clinic🍆 - intern!JK x reader featuring Dr.!Jimin x reader
Coming Soon
Coming Soon
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Asks:
Just One Kiss- KTH
Stranded - KTH
Eye Candy - KNJ
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Poems:
Anticipation - PJM
Horny - MYG
I'm Wet - KNJ
Do Me - JHS
I Want U - JJK
Temptation - KTH
Steamy - KSJ
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So.. I was wondering... Does anyone crave the idea of an Elf King Satoru utterly whipped for a village maiden who ran away from home and welcomes her to the woods, with him making her his only Queen?
A lil spin off from this fic
Please someone tell me I'm not the only one obsessing over a pretty Elf King Satoru, showering his beloved all the exotic flowers from the forest, dressing her in silk, taking her in walks over the garden he built solely for her, letting her sit on the back of his equine as he walks holding the reigns in their stroll, letting her braid his long ethereal hair, and making flower crowns for him AHHHHHHHH 😭 ok I'm shutting up 🥲 I'm so down for this trope I don't even know why
#[grey talks: ✒️☕]#does anyone want an elf gojo?#me: TWO ARMS RAISED#jjk elf au#elf gojo#gojo satoru imagines#gojo satoru fanfic
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Brittle Leaf | jjk
Pairing: elf!Jeongguk x Princess!reader, fantasy!au
Word Count: 2,010
Genre: magic/fluff/soft
Warning(s): none other than I did not edit; Rated: pg
Summary: When you are distraught over your future of becoming queen, an elf shows up to give you the magic of adventure, making all of your dreams come true. credit to @suhdays for creating such a beautiful cover!
Elf ears hide beneath the blanket of dark strands bundled into an Archer’s hat shifting through the tall grass until he nears a slight opening. Every day he comes here. Always around the same time when the sun is at its brightest, and the singing birds melodize the atmosphere with songs of exuberance, and the woodland creatures dance along the open paths. Searching the clearing, he finds you in the same spot, wearing a chiffon dress, next to the Giant Tree of Dreams dawning a rose crown, anxiously speaking of frustrations without taking a breath.
Fascination spills over his expression each time he sees you, yet he remains unseen in hopes of one day gaining the courage to approach you. He knows who you are, and he knows one day you will be coronated to rule the kingdom, but with the stresses pouring from your tongue, he has gathered that it is not a duty you wish to fulfill.
“I do not understand why it is my responsibility to rule a kingdom that I know nothing about! I want to create a bakery or a flower garden or-or-or an undergarment facility!” Silence follows from your response as you awkwardly shake your head in evident desperation. “I just do not want to be a Queen! I want to be free!” You speak to the tree as if it can hear you, and the myth of its powers have not been heard of in centuries. The mere beauty of the tree is what draws individuals to visit it, but you always pick a time of the day where you assume you are alone. “I mean really, who wants to listen to a woman like me? I have no desires to create rules or force people to do as they are told. I want to create lemon cakes or roses or lace dresses. Why must I be succumbed to- Ah!” Gasping, your head spins to where the towering grass sways in the light breeze for you heard an unexpected rustle. You do scare easily as your servants have learned to wear bells around their wrists when entering your designated areas of the castle, and your father has never understood your skittish nature nor have you. Eyes sweeping the scenery for any clues, you swallow roughly in preparation to continue your rampage.
“Hello Princess.”
“Oh!” The one syllable scream reverberates into the cloudless sky, jolting to face a timid man who bows at your presence. Furrowing your eyebrows, mouth still horrendously ajar, you observe the gentle way he poises himself upright, a hat gripped within his fingers. “I- Since you seem to know who I am kind sir; may I ask who you are?” Sparse leaves flutter from the tree, nestling onto the ground surrounding the pair of you though it goes unnoticed. Magic zaps through the roots of the tree in response to the moment unfolding for it has not felt an encounter so delicate in what seems like an eternity.
“I am Jeongguk, Madam,” he speaks softly as if to calm you and your pounding heart, “I generally do not make an appearance to humans, but I could not help but notice how distraught you are.”
“Distraught? Me? Distraught is an understatement.” You scoff incredulously to appear tough, but the way his umber eyes greet your soul, you almost feel at ease. Almost. You feel an urge to step closer to him in genuine curiosity, a strong feeling to connect with him, and fear uptakes for you have never felt so enchanted by anyone before. “You say humans as if you are not one. If not human, what are you?”
“I am an elf, Madam,” he replies peacefully, thumbs pressing tightly into the rim of his hat, “I watch over the creatures of the forest. It is my duty to ensure their safety as well as the nature they reside in.”
“You? You are an elf?” Mesmerized by his beauty, you are elated to hear that elves still exist in your world for you have heard of their golden souls but have yet to encounter one. “I thought they had gone extinct! You are responsible for the liveliness of this world. You are what makes this place special.”
A smirk quirks shyly at the corner of his lips at your words, “And you are what makes this kingdom special. That is why you are meant to be queen.”
Doubt clouds your countenance because deep down, you know you are fearful of being a ruler, and you feel as though you need more time to adjust to your hobbies before latching down to be what is expected of you. “I don’t know,” you murmur, sadness etched in your voice. “I hardly think I am ready.”
“What is it you dream of?”
His question sparks you by surprise, and despite him already having some ideas of what you long for, he waits patiently as your eyes flit in concentration, “Adventure.” You reply, finalizing your thoughts with the one simple answer that collects all definitions into one. “I want to bake a pie, grow a sunflower, run through the mountains, design a magnificent dress….” The words die on your lips with the other dream you have always wished for but never have been given the chance, and unbeknownst to you, the Giant Tree of Dreams has heard your every word for the first time since you have stumbled upon it. “And,” you whisper, “I dream to fall in love.”
Love is a mystery to you, especially the thought of meeting a prince that promises to make all your dreams come true. It has never happened- even attending the annual ball, you lounged through the crowd anticipating the sudden lock of a gentleman’s eyes, but alas, it never came. What has ignited your frustrations to be ranted to the massive tree, is the orders your father gives you that makes you dread the day you are crowned Queen. You have not even had the slightest taste of adventuring in the unknown, and it would be nice if your father would let you experience a life before being forever adorned.
Jeongguk is quiet, taking your dreams in when he catches purple sparkles glimmering sporadically along the tree trunk which widens his eyes. He has heard of the myths growing up, he was taught of the old tales by his parents, and one remedy for reviving the tree was the quest of two individuals, who are destined to be together, meet in the one place where both of you are standing. So, it is true, his mind whirls in a cycle of mixed emotions because he never thought the universe would unify an elf with a human especially a human of royal descent. I knew it was you.
“Sir, Jeongguk?” You voice after what feels like an hour of silence, “Are you alright?”
Returning his gaze to you, he nods, “Follow me,” and he offers his hand while confusion enters your expression.
“Wha- Where are we going?”
“Exactly where we are meant to go.”
When he takes your hand, he runs- nearly tripping you in the process, but with the energy booming across your heart, you know this soul before you is about to make everything worthwhile. Magic. You have never felt something so surreal, something so flawless the moment he clutched your hand; running through the fields, he brought you to a bustling town where elves are seen left to right. The tips of their ears exposed through their hair, and their attire coinciding with the country view. When smells of scrumptious delights waft along your nostrils, your immediately turn to him, “Is there- is there a bakery here?” The way he smiles down at you. The way his eyes bring happiness. Your heart leaps in reaction.
“The finest around,”
Giddily, he leads you into a bakery where oversized tarts, cakes, puddings, and breads welcome you among the workers, and you are pleasantly surprised when Jeongguk swoons the women to show you how to bake your most favorite lemony treats. Flour and sugar dust the entire kitchen, Jeongguk flicking some ingredients at you teasingly while you swipe icing across his cheek. The next endeavor brings on a dress shop, where a dainty elf named Hoseok bows at your arrival, sunshine gleaming off his skin while he shows you the latest designs.
“I have always wanted to design my own dress, but I do not think I will ever compare to the masterpieces you have sewn.” You say in awe, fingers gliding along the fabrics of the most majestic gowns to have ever blessed your vision. “Oh, Sir Hoseok, I must have them all!”
His chuckle brings warmth to you and Jeongguk’s soul as he bows in flattery, “Why thank you, my fair lady. Whatever you wish, I will design.”
“Construct what you feel will make the most beautiful queen in all the land,” you wink wholeheartedly though inwardly any dress he construes will make any woman the most beautiful in all the land.
“As you wish,” he bows one more time before you and Jeongguk exit the dress shop you have seen in your slumbers. It was then, after hours of excitement, you wonder where Jeongguk will lead you next. Fondly gazing at him, you wonder how someone so genuine could make a woman, you assume he has never seen before, so happy to the point that she is flying. And you wonder why he is doing everything in his power to make your dreams, no matter how small, come to life in the most serene way.
You are not even aware of the countless rows of numerous flowers decorating an entire field, even standing as tall as trees, bending over to make a colorful path, because your eyes have yet to leave him. Farther into the lush the pair of you venture, laughter serenading the world as the sun shines brighter, and you hope it never ends. If this is what it is like to find a future of love, you hope Jeongguk will always stay. Grasping his forearms, you plop into the fallen petals while he gapes above you, carefully steadying your rolling frames while his nose scrunches with the widest smile you have ever seen. His indescribable beauty. How did he know to find you?
“How are you real?” You whisper, head spinning with so many questions, yet so little time before you must return to the castle. It will not be long until your father notices your absence, yet you could care less. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I did not know where,” his tender stare leaves you breathless, “I just happened to hear your voice one day while I was checking the grounds. I could not take my eyes off you, and for months, I always came to listen to your heart for I felt that you needed someone who heard your wishes.”
“You have known me for months?” Widen eyes show your honest realization, “But why did you not introduce yourself sooner?”
Sorrow heavies his lids, but only for a moment, “Because I no longer wanted you to doubt your worth for ruling the kingdom… And I wanted to give you an adventure of other depths of the world so you will know who else would bow to your glory. We only want to serve you, my Queen.”
There are no words that form. Rendered speechless, your fingertips move to trace his face that is now lowering a few centimeters from yours, his breath warming your lips, deepening the desire tingling along your skin. “Kiss me,” so quietly for only his ears to hear, completing your final wish, he leans in, capturing your kiss as effortless and soft as a delicate flower petal. Fingertips smooth into his hair while he kisses you- tethering every doubt, mending every sadness, completing every mystery you wished to know.
This is not the end of your future with this beautiful being.
For he has plenty adventures, he is destined to show you.
#btswritingcafe#kafenetwork#btswriterscollective#heartsforbts#bangtanshadowfamily#bangtanhq#jeongguk x reader#jeongguk x you#jeongguk blurb#jeon jeongguk#jeon jungkook#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook blurb#jungkook fic#bts fic#bts jungkook#bts jeon jungkook#bts jeongguk#bts jeon jeongguk
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quarantine-induced boredom fic rec masterlist
during these rough n scary times, i believe that we all need to step back from reality for a little bit, n these amazing stories help do just that. everyone be safe, wash your hands, and practice social distancing when possible!
title: utopic desire
author: @flowerwrites06
plot: vampire!jk, angst/smut; tangled in the messy layers of an elitist system, Jeongguk finds himself getting far too interested in the so called “runt” of their society.
one shot, two shot, series
title: heartfelt
author: @angelguk
plot: angst/slowburn; best friends!au
one shot, two shot, series
title: my beauty, my blood
author: @7cypher
plot: mafia!au, single parent!oc; with Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. however, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.
one shot, two shot, series
title: drown for you
author: @callistojjk
plot: merman!jjk; there was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. all you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it is used to hold something dangerous.
one shot, two shot, series (IN PROGRESS)
title: cruel intentions
author: @jeonqukie
plot: angst, smut, light fluff; all is well in your overtly simplistic life. you managed to maintain decent grades in university all the while progressing through your relationship with your long-time boyfriend and accompanying your best friend in her exhausting personal life. but as the saying goes, when there are up, there will surely be downs. while you’ve maintained this upward pattern, you are defeated when one afternoon inevitably brings you to a downward spiral. all good things must come to an end. who knew you would be sharing the name sentiment with someone you barely knew.
one shot, two shot, series (IN PROGRESS)
title: an abundance of mondays
author: @diortae
plot: college!au, childhood friends to lovers!au, “why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.
one shot, two shot, series
title: hard to get
author: @namfine
plot: fuckboi!jk, college!au; jeongguk is known as the fuckboy of your college campus. all he has to do is bat his eyelashes, and he’s in someone’s bed, but you’re the first person who’s ever rejected him, and he’s not sure how to fell about that.
one shot, two shot, series
title: chocolate milk
author: @vantaenims
plot: childhood friends!au; you never planned to catch some feelings for jeongguk but you didn’t know that he’s the mastermind of all these fickle thoughts. it’s all thanks to psychology and human behavior.
one shot, two shot, series
title: falling into you
author: @kookingtae
plot: college!au, slow burn, nerd!jk; jeongguk’s innocence is like a breath of fresh air in your wild life, and though you know you’re toxic for him, you just can’t seem to stay away.
one shot, two shot, series (IN PROGRESS)
title: pop goes the cherry
author: @1oserjk
plot: angst, childhood friends!au; jeongguk comes back home to find you visiting as well, all grown up - in more ways than one.
one shot, two shot, series
title: you’ve got that
author: @mikrksmos
plot: angst, fluff, established relationship; after making a life-changing decision for your career, you’re unsure of how exactly to bring it up to your boyfriend after your relationship and communication has not really been in sync.
Namjoon is ready to take this relationship to the next stage, and he is sure that what he needs to ask you will be the solution to all the problems you have been having. both know this next move is the right idea, but are unaware of how parallel those ideas really are.
one shot, two shot, series
title: gentleman
author: @ironicarmy
plot: smut, fluff; Kim Namjoon, superstar frontman and intimidating rapper, always goes haywire at the mere presence of his girlfriend, a sweet girl who has him wrapped around her little finger. tired of restraining himself, he goes all out to ensure that as of tonight, he’ll be her one and only.
one shot, two shot, series
title: warmth
author: @jincherie
plot: demigod!joonie, roomate!au; even Cupid’s son needs a break every now and then, but Namjoon’s trip to the human world brings about more realisations than he intended.
one shot, two shot, series
title: BROTIÐ HJARTA
author: @abangtanfangirl
plot: elf!joonie, fantasy!au; when a magical storm threatens to wipe out your home, you venture into the forest in search of someone – anyone – to help end it. but when an Elf takes you in after getting injured, you learn that those who live in the forest, are not the monsters your town has made them out to be, but victims.
one shot, two shot, series
title: atmosphere
author: @kimtaehyunq
plot: Namjoon and you have been dating for a few years now, fully aware of the worries a relationship with a celebrity would be like. one night you spoke up, showing a bit of jealously after him coming back home from a promotional trip across seas. you didn’t mean to slip up, you didn’t want to taint the air with insecurities, but you lost your composure. don’t worry, you guys figure it out.
one shot, two shot, series
title: venom
author: @sunkoos
plot: venom!au, smut; “my, my, don’t you smell divine, little one,” a black appendage wraps itself around your waist, bringing you flush against Taehyung’s chest. “tell me,” the human counterpart whispers against the shell of your ear, lip just barely tracing the flesh, but enough to have every hair on your body stand. “won’t you let me have a taste?”
one shot, two shot, series
title: apartment 512
author: @moononthejoon
plot: fluff, smut, college!au, neighbors!au; after finally finding a decent place to live, you couldn’t believe that you landed next to the loudest neighbor in existence.
one shot, two shot, series
title: night terrors
author: @honeymoonjin
plot: smut; riddled with insomnia, you’d just about do anything to get a good night’s rest. enter sandman.
one shot, two shot, series
title: sehebon
author: @httpjeon
plot: angst, alien!au , fluff, smut; you find yourself on izo huen, home to the sehebon. luckily for you, you’ve arrived at an interesting time.
one shot, two shot, series
title: golden lotus
author: @flowerwrites06
plot: gods!au, angst, fluff, smut; trust is fickle and delicate. it is hard to build and easy to break. taehyung’s choice to ignore this leads to a devastating loss and a struggle for revival.
one shot, two shot, series (COMPLETE)
#bts fic recs#bts jjk#bts taehyung#bts namjoon#jungkook imagine#jungkook smut#jungkook angst#taehyung imagine#taehyung smut#taehyung angst#namjoon imagine#namjoon smut#namjoon angst#namjoon fic rec#taehyung fic rec#jungkook fic rec#jungkook fanfiction#taehyung fanfiction#namjoon fanfiction
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✨M A S T E R L I S T✨
Every fic I’ve written, finally organized by Series.
Updated: March 2, 2022
BTS FICS
YOONGI
SAMUSIL - (Series, Ongoing)
summary: It was always known that you were the family disappointment. So naturally, you fled. With a looming school debt, alcoholic tendencies, and no luck whatsoever in keeping a job for more than a month, you were at your wits end until you finally cave into working at Bang-Lenzo. You’ve only ever heard horrors of the place and its manager. But maybe, just maybe, that office would become your safe haven.
tags: office!au, yoongi x reader, strangers to lovers, future angst? fluff? The Office US inspo,
Prologue
Chap -- 1
QUEST OF OMISSION - (Series, Paused)
summary: The war between kingdoms was starting and being Freywind’s highest ranking Captain, you would always be there to defend your people from the treachery of Woodwind. There’s just one problem: their best killer, The Silence, and his insufferable ability to make your heart race with both loathing and yearning. And now, on the verge of death after an ambush gone wrong, you both have no choice but to keep each other alive.
tags: knight!yoongi au, yoongi x reader, enemies to lovers, future angst? fluff? drabble series
Chap -- 1
Chap -- 2
Chap -- 3
Chap -- 4
Maps
JUNGKOOK
YOUR NAME HERE:___ - (One Shot)
summary: Studying the Fae always seemed like a great idea, and it was– You just didn’t count on that particular being to be so… Captivating. His face definitely helped his trickster ways. Maybe that’s how you fell for the oldest trick of all: “Give me your name”.
tags: fantasy au, fae!jjk x elf!reader (named), fluff, one shot, strangers to lovers
cw: very subtle smut if you can even call it that
One Shot
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A Fairy Tale’s End [Chapter 3]
Pairing: ot7 x reader; jjk x reader; myg x reader; jhs x reader
Word Count: 18,825
Rating: pg-15
Warning: reader is a little ball of stress and a rambling mess, war is discussed, very brief mentions of slavery, some mentions of discrimination, violence, kidnapping
Genre: some angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, e2l, fantasy!au, elf!seokjin, fae!yoongi, dragon!hoseok, wizard!namjoon, vampire!jimin, kitsune!taehyung, mermaid!jungkook
Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.
AN: Here we are with the third chapter… they really do keep getting longer ashjkdasd I’m sorry ;;; I just end up writing and rewriting and adding so much ;-; also, if anyone has questions about the story please do tell me lol my friend said the whole series had so much confusing stuff XDDD
As always, thank you so so much to not only @mindays and @btsxdoll for reading this over and editing it, but also for @dee-ehn who made the banner!!! I’m so grateful, because if not for them I swear this chapter would never have been finished or posted T^T
(Also the banner is fucking gorgeous and if like me you end up staring at it hard sAME)
masterpost // previous chapter
Taglist: @btsxdoll, @mspjm, @barbikatherine, @xxqueenwxtchxx, @catsandstrawberries, @bangtan-bestofme, @bubbletae7, @butaes, @serious-addiction
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The morning after that felt, in a way, different.
Oh, at first glance, everything was the same. Nothing much had changed- you were still you, stuck in a world unfamiliar, given a quest that you still didn't think you could do.
But you could try. And... it wasn't as if you were alone. You had Jungkook, and you had Yoongi too, didn't you?
The thought brought a smile on your face- and for once, you began the day feeling... excited? You paused as you saw yourself in the mirror, sporting a shy, sort of half smile, one that eventually grew into a grin.
... Okay, so maybe not much had changed, but the things that did- well, it was very, very important to you.
You opened the door giddily, wondering where the others (Jungkook and Yoongi) were-
-and immediately let out a squeak as you met Seokjin's eyes, the man himself only raising an eyebrow at your reaction to his presence.
“Um.”
You couldn’t help but stare, your thoughts whirring for something to say. Even in the early morning, Seokjin looked composed and regal as ever. Was being calm and collected something like his default persona?
You resisted the urge to turn tail and flee, the automatic reaction you had towards Seokjin who you really weren't on the best terms with ever since the beginning. Still, your words from yesterday filtered into your mind- and you steeled yourself, gently toeing the water.
Try, you promised to try.
"Um- uh, good morning?" You winced at the lilted end to your sentence. "Good morning, Seokjin." There that was better.
Seokjin's lips quirked into a slight smile for a moment. "Good morning, Y/N. Have you packed your stuff yet?" He asked.
Wait, what?
At your blank look, he sighed and elaborated. "We explored the rest of the ruins yesterday. Since we already got the clue we needed, the next plan of action should be to head off to Crossroads, isn't it?"
"Oh." You grimaced at the obvious oversight, readying yourself for a scolding. "Um- sorry, I'll, uh, I'll go get ready now. I'll only take a few minutes," I hope, "um- are- that, is everyone else all ready to go...?"
He only shook his head, observing you for a moment. "You just woke up," he stated, rather than asked. You hesitantly nodded. "... The others should be waiting downstairs. We can spare some time, but don't take too long."
You internally sighed in relief. "I will- um, thanks. I'll- I'll go now."
The moment he was well out of your sight, you released the tight grip you had on your clothes, the nerves leaving your body. You robotically stepped back into your room, your movements stiff- and then you reached your bed. With that, you immediately dropped to your knees, covering your face with your hands as you held yourself in a fetal position.
You internally screamed. Why did I do that for fuck’s sake what the fuck even Y/N you dumbass we just made progress last night and now-
You cut your thoughts off and let yourself fall forward, groaning as your face met the somewhat soft mattress. Why am I like this...
To the side, when you opened your eyes the few items that you brought along stared back at you. For a few moments, you sulked, feeling the embarrassment of the previous situation wash over you- and then you rolled over for one last scream into the blanket before determinedly getting back up. There was no use regretting anymore over what happened- it was done and over and nothing would happen if you kept moping, right? So!
You nodded to yourself, turning back to your items and checking them over, packing it all neatly into your bag.
“I fucked up, but- then again, it doesn’t seem like he’s too bothered?” You grimaced as you talked to yourself. “... I hope he’s not secretly tallying me up or something. I don’t really want to go back to how it was before... I might just go crazy if I have to put up with that again.”
“Huh. Let’s hope that doesn’t happen then, you’re one of the few people I can tolerate being around after all.”
“Yoongi!” You cried out, the item you were holding falling from your hand in your surprise. You pursed your lips, trying not to pout- then shot a glare at Yoongi who stood by the doorway, who was looking at you with amusement. “Can you not do that, please?”
“I just wanted to talk to you,” he said, though you could see the edges of his lips turn into a smirk.
“Yeah, well-” you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried not to show how upset you actually were. “You know, a little bit of warning would have been appreciated,” you finally said, sighing, before his presence registered into your mind. You scrunched up your nose.
“Um… did you need something?”
“I initially came to wake you up, but I guess it’s unnecessary now,” he shrugged.
“Oh,” you mumbled. “T-Thanks.”
WIth that, you turned to continue your task. For a few moments there was silence- then the space beside you dipped low, and you could catch hints of Yoongi’s hair at the edges of your vision.
“Don’t mind him,” Yoongi eventually said, his voice much closer than before. You huffed, realizing what he meant.
“... Yeah, well, how can I not? He practically radiates authority and disapproval. Not that, I mean, not that’s a bad thing, but-” You sighed, giving up on your task for the meantime as you turned to face him. “Just… Seokjin really makes me nervous. For a good reason too, I mean- he just wants the quest to go smoothly, and I haven’t exactly been a good, well, leader? But, um, yeah, back to my point, he makes me nervous just by being in the same room.”
Yoongi sat nearby on your bed- the feel of him close helping you calm down as you finished your word vomit. You scrunched up your nose. “... Actually, how are the two of you even friends? I-I mean, you’re calm and nice and he’s, well. He’s very… intense.”
Yoongi cracked a smile at your words before he became serious. “Seokjin… He isn’t usually so strict,” he admitted. “The only time I’ve seen him act like this was during the Great War.”
“The Great War?” You drew your knees up to your chest, laying your head on your knees as you stared at Yoongi, curious. “I… remember hearing the people talk about how you two fought together with the hero.”
It could have been just a trick of the light then, but for a moment, you swore you saw Yoongi freeze, the remains of something dark and empty passing as soon as it came.
When he answered your question then, it was with a mild tone of voice.
“Yes. The Great War… it was a turbulent period of time. But before that, you know… Seokjin was actually known for being goofy and playful.” He chuckled at the shocked look on your face, before continuing. “This quest… it just means a lot to him. Elves were one of the first to fall under the loss of magic… It may seem like it, but he doesn’t hate you, if you’re thinking that. It’s just that he’s hard on you because he wants this to succeed.”
“...I guessed all that with how he’s been to me since we met,” you sighed, your voice quieter than before. “Although he really was a jerk at first, but, I mean, he does have a point, and we ended up talking it out for the better, so,” you shrugged wryly. “Well. Though hearing that, I guess- his initial reaction to me makes sense. I mean, it’s not like I’m not qualified to be on this quest in any way, right?”
“You were chosen for a reason, Y/N. You’ll see eventually,” Yoongi’s tone contained hints of amusement and you rolled your eyes discreetly.
“Fat chance of that happening,” you muttered as you looked over what was left.
Thud.
You frowned as the two of you heard heavy footsteps, ones that you immediately recognized to be Jungkook’s (the only one other than you who walked so noisily, then again he wasn’t used to using legs so…)
“Y/N?”
You looked behind, where Jungkook hovered by the doorway.
“What’s up, Jungkook?”
“Everyone is downstairs, save for you and Yoongi, so I thought I could look for you and see if you needed help... Seokjin also asked me to check up on you while I was heading here,“ he admitted.
You winced, realizing you’d taken so much longer than you intended, what with your talk with Yoongi. “I’ll be down in a few minutes. You guys can go ahead.”
“Alright then. I’ll keep him distracted while you finish up,” Yoongi teased as he got up. You could barely hear his footsteps, light, before the noise faded away.
You turned back to pack the last of your items.
It was hard, deciding which ones to take and which ones to leave. There only remained a small pile of items on the bed by now, including several freebies given to you by the townspeople- you had to admit, even if you didn’t believe in it, everyone else seemed to all but worship the ‘savior’.
One of the items included two small dream catchers- pretty little things that you had to wonder how it was made, considering its design and its size. You put one inside, deciding to bring it along (the craftsmanship was beautiful, after all), before frowning. Where had the other gone to...?
You were surprised when you looked to the side to see Jungkook fiddling with the other piece, curiosity and intrigue visible on his face.
His fingers held each piece gently as he examined it closely- and then you remembered his words from before.
“This is my first time going on land.”
You paused in your packing. “You can have that, if you want.”
Jungkook flushed as he looked up at you, eyes wide, an apologetic look forming before your words sank in. “Huh?”
You fiddled with the bag, cheeks reddening, eyes darting to the side, even as you repeated your words. “The trinket, I mean. You can have it. You keep looking at it, so…”
“Oh… really?” He slowly grinned, relaxing.
“You can think of it as a reminder of today,” you mumbled. “Or, I mean, like… um, something to cement our friendship?”
“... I think I would like that,” he hummed, instantly putting in his pocket. “I’ll keep it safe, I promise.”
Your lips quirked into a smile at the earnest look in his eyes. “Really? I’ll trust you then.”
“The three of you seem much closer now.”
You almost jumped at the new voice, warily looking back over your shoulder.
Jimin casually leaned against the doorway, a nonchalant smile on his face as always, his face unreadable except for the slight thrum of amusement in his eyes. You wondered when he’d gotten there- and how much he’d heard. Beside you, Jungkook tensed up- and you instinctively moved closer to him in the hopes of calming him down, a small detail that didn’t miss Jimin’s eyes.
“Quite surprising, considering yesterday’s events,” he added. “You seem to have made up? Though I’m surprised you’re as relaxed with Yoongi as you are with him.” Near the end of the sentence, Jimin nodded his head at Jungkook, who remained quiet, lips pursed.
“... Yoongi helped me in talking to Jungkook,” you eventually said, your guard up as well.
“So you mean to say, Yoongi’s wise counsel was a huge help, then.” Jimin’s smile widened.
“Yoongi is dependable, isn’t he? Isn’t it a relief that he’s travelling with us? The saviour certainly seems to appreciate him. Not to mention how close she is now with Jungkook,” he remarked, eyes darting to the side for a moment. You glanced there for a moment- but Jungkook said everyone was downstairs already. You frowned at him in confusion- what was he getting at?
Just as you were thinking how to get out of the situation, Jungkook cut in.
“Was that all you wanted to say, Jimin?” His voice was blunt as his eyes narrowed at Jimin. “If so, we’d like to go back to packing up. We are, after all, leaving soon.”
Jimin chuckled. “No need to be so hostile, I was just making an observation.” He cocked his head- the smile remaining on his face before he started to close the door. “Well, I’ll be going downstairs then. We’ll be waiting for you two.”
As the door closed shut, you released a sigh of relief at his departure “Well, that was weird,” you joked, before smiling at Jungkook. “Thanks for the help back there.” He offered you a shy smile.
“It’s no problem. I’ll carry your bag for you- consider it as thanks for the gift.”
You chuckled. “You just want to show off.”
“Well, when you say it like that…”
»»————- ♔ ————-««
The next two weeks of journey, contrary to your fears turned out to be, well, not that bad.
To start with, your departure from the town of Rivermouth was met with tearful farewells from the villagers- who, although you were glad for their support you were equally glad to leave, unable to bear their ever present eyes.
The second time the eight of you were on the road turned out to be leagues better than the first- for one, you’d come to a sort of mutual agreement with Seokjin. And while it didn’t mean that you and he were friends, or anything like that, he at least stopped criticizing you for your mistakes, though there were times you’d hear him sigh and you’d internally wince.
You decided to meet him halfway too. It was a given that you were, truthfully speaking, the weakest link in the group. After all, you didn’t have the supernatural abilities the others were born with, nor did you have the training that they had. Hell, you didn’t think you could match up with any of the villagers even, considering what you were used to was so far away from what the people here were used to.
But that didn’t mean you’d stay helpless and useless.
Resolved to make the most out of it, you began to soak up every relevant information you could grasp from him, or from Yoongi, or (reluctantly, admittedly) from Namjoon. Maybe you wouldn’t ever need to know how vampires fed, or how kitsune made deals, but it was better than doing nothing.
Speaking of vampires, the day you left the town, you’d been surprised then, for Jimin to talk to you as you set camp.
“Good evening, Lady Y/N,” he almost purred your name as he strolled up to you, an easy smile on his face as always. You stiffened, almost dropping what you were holding then- before reluctantly steeling yourself to actually talk with him instead of at.
“G-Good evening- I mean, hi, Jimin.” For a moment you remained in place, thinking of what to say, wondering why he’d even approached you in the first place, but-
“I sincerely apologize for what happened in the town,” Jimin surprised you by taking the initiative then. You gaped at him, before hastily replying.
“Oh, uh, I mean, it’s okay! I-I mean? That, um,” you stammered, searching for the right words to express what you wanted to say. “It’s… okay. It wasn’t just your fault, I mean, Jungkook himself admitted that he should’ve acted better… although, um, I mean, w-why are you telling me this instead of Jungkook…?”
“I tried,” he sighed, looking at you with remorseful eyes. “But I’m not sure my intention came across for what it was. Although, I don’t blame him, after all, I share a huge part in the reason why the commotion happened.”
You shook your head. “No, I’m sure he did understand! I-I mean, if you’re sincere then the feelings should come across? Or, I mean. S-Something like that.”
You fidgeted with your fingers. “Actually, I should be the one apol-”
“I assure you, there’s no need for that.” Jimin’s tone remained nonchalant as he cut you off, at the same time taking over the pile of firewood from your arms. “After all, I’m aware that as vampires we carry a reputation not so favorable.”
You floundered, even as you could’ve sighed in relief as the heavy weight left your arms.. “Um- still. I mean, I’ll…” try to understand you? “... be better?” Even you winced at your words. “After all, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you’re actually bad, r-right?”
You could have sworn his eyes flashed for a moment then, but it was gone all too soon and you were left wondering if you had imagined it. “Of course,” he nodded, a relieved smile appearing on his face. “Thank you, Lady Y/N.”
… Honestly, you still didn’t understand him and you would have preferred for him to keep his space, hopefully distance, but at least- well, at least you made up? Sort of?
There was Taehyung too, who, while when you’d left you’d been on a one-sided cold war with, you’d finally made up.
“Taehyung!” You could have knocked yourself on the head for how loud your voice was, but then again, could you have been blamed? You didn’t want to prolong it any longer- as much as Taehyung acted like an ass the first round of your travels, hell even from the start, having him determinedly keep quiet as he was most certainly pissed off made you nervous as hell. It was so much more easier dealing with him when he was pranking you- you knew how to deal with that, at least, but people getting angry with you and confrontation… not really something you ever got used to dealing with.
“... Yes?” You didn’t let the guarded look on his face deter you, though it made you all the more nervous.
“Um. Can I… can I tell you something f-for a moment? It’ll just be quick I promise!” The last sentence fell from your lips in a rushed manner, you didn’t want to- well, if you had your way you wouldn’t even be having this talk in person. Preferably over the phone. Or email. At least that way you could think over your words and hide if needed. But it wasn’t as if you had that option now, did you?
“... Alright, I’m listening.” You heaved a small sigh of relief at his words, and so did he, although his sigh was more a disinterested one. You reviewed your words over in your head for a moment- before you spoke it all out.
“I’m sorry for what happened at the store!” If you had looked up then, you would’ve seen him raise an eyebrow in surprise. You’d evidently caught him off-guard with your apology. “I didn’t mean to imply that I agreed with the man, that you were stealing in any way. I was focused on stopping the fight that I didn’t stop to think that maybe I should’ve let him have it for just accusing you without proof, not when it was so obvious that you didn’t at all! Please forgive me!”
There. Short, sweet, simple. You could feel your legs tremble as silence trailed after your small speech slash yell; a part of you just wanted it to be done and over with. Still, your gaze remained locked on the ground, and the silence was deafening- in all honesty, it was probably only around a few seconds or so, but it felt way, way longer than that- and you gave in to your fight or flight instinct.
“Um,” you started, legs already moving. “That was all I wanted to say thank you andgoodluckIneedtogohelpcookbye!”
You didn’t look back at him as you left, too embarrassed.
And, well, if you found a little bit of unknown help instead of pranks the next time around, well. You were only too happy to accept.
Moving on, Namjoon and Hoseok remained the same as ever. Hoseok was still distant, polite, quiet. You had trouble reading him, he was so closed off to everyone. But at the same time- for some reason, you wanted to actually see what was underneath. Hoseok had been more of a mystery than the others, what with his quiet and unassuming demeanor so far.
Well, actually on that- you tried talking to Hoseok too, on the way. If only to thank him at least for what happened before. But…
“Hoseok- um, can I-?”
You looked around in surprise as you saw no one, though you could’ve sworn you saw Hoseok headed this way earlier. So what…?
Oh well. You could try again, right…?
And another time-
“H-Hoseok! Um, please-!?”
You squeaked as you almost tripped over yourself, for some inexplicable reason and what even just happened; when you looked up again, the man in question was gone.
For some reason, whenever you tried to talk to him, something would go wrong and you had to abandon your plan. Still… you wanted to hold hope and continue anyway.
Namjoon- well. It would be a lie if you said anything big had happened with your relationship with him. Although there was that brief moment at the inn, it was mainly centered around the quest- it did nothing to solve the root of the reason why you felt uncomfortable around him. So, sad to say, you were stuck where you were with him from the start- trying to somehow avoid him at all times, without making it obvious.
You grimaced at your thought, though you couldn’t deny it. What was worse was that whenever you tried to muster up the courage to correct his view of you, he would say something that would remind you of his hero worship, and you’d lose your courage. It wasn’t as if the others corrected him too, really...
You shook your head. A lot had changed for the better, at least that you could be happy about.
The biggest change in fact that made you happy yet was the new, easy friendship you fell into with Yoongi and Jungkook.
Ever since your arrival, and the start of the quest- you’d found it hard to relax even a single moment. After all, you were stranded in another world- one where nothing made sense to you, from how magic seemed to be real, or how the people interacted with you. It made you miss your old life terribly. At least, then, you knew what to expect. It may have been dull, and boring- but you never had to deal with so much trouble. These days it seemed as if your heart would stop beating from how much it was overworking.
However, with both men, for once you felt some semblance of peace.
Yoongi, contrary to what you expected wasn’t closed off, nor was he stand-offish- rather, it was in his nature (you giggled at that) to be quiet and calm, something that was your saving grace. Wise, mature and yet at the same time a fucking troll with how he always seemed to have schaudenfraude for your clumsy ass while helping you.
“Ah!”
You almost yelled as you tripped over a root- the twigs and sticks you collected so far in your hands all falling to the forest floor.
You would have, too- if it was for the hand that caught you. Dark eyes met yours, before Yoongi raised an eyebrow. Somehow, even if he hadn’t said anything you could still almost hear what he was thinking.
“I’m- uh, just not that used to trekking in the forest,” you huffed. “You literally live in it. Don’t judge.”
“Whatever you say, Y/N,” he smothered a laugh.
Still, for all that Yoongi seemed to have a witty remark for almost everything, and a complaint for every time he had to go out of his way to help you, you noticed that he was always there to lend a hand, even when in doing so he had to go through so much more trouble than necessary.
“The rain is going to fall soon,” Yoongi commented. You yourself noticed the grey clouds in the sky- still, you continued your task anyway. “We should head back. It’s a hassle travelling when it’s raining, and this one is going to be a rainstorm, I can feel it.”
“Not until I find this herb,” you insisted, a stubborn frown on your face. For all that Namjoon had come prepared, his stock of medicinal herbs was running a little low- so you volunteered to replenish it while the others set up camp, Yoongi accompanying you for both safety and as a guide. You didn’t think much of it at first. It was just picking herbs after all, right?
Wrong.
An hour later still found you searching through the grass for chamomile, your brows furrowed. Still, not even Yoongi’s warning could make you stop- even if you got wet, you would just change your clothes or something.
So invested were you in your task that you didn’t notice your surroundings, nor the time. When you finished, you whirled around to excitedly tell Yoongi- only to gape in surprise.
Around you, rain was pouring down, hard- but not where you were. Just… Just around.
When you looked up, you saw trees clustered around you, close, shielding you from the rain. Huge, and in any other situation they would have been imposing, but as it was, because of the trees even the sound of rain was slightly muffled, creating a semblance of peace within the area you were in.
On one of the branches, you saw Yoongi frowning at the sky- his hands gently swaying as the trees obeyed his whims. It wasn’t hard to realize what he was doing.
Even when the rain stopped and you two returned to the campsite, not a single part of you was wet from the rain.
Jungkook, compared to Yoongi, was cheerful while shy. After your talk at the pub, and at that night in the kitchen, it seemed that he trusted you enough to let down his guard- becoming more relaxed and open as he told you about his adventures back home. Often he’d needle you about what your daily life was like, though you found it hard to answer. After all, the daily life you knew was drastically different from the one people had in here.
That wasn’t all he asked about, though. Jungkook had the curiosity of a cat and the energy of a puppy. Once he started getting interested about a subject he could keep asking about it for hours- only to surprise you when he would, in some sort of challenge to himself, attempt to learn all about it, proudly showing off his efforts to you after (which most of the time was a success). Talented and eager to learn, indeed- you could now understand why, despite being young even for his race, he was sent on the quest.
“Jungkook.” If your tone was laced with amusement, well. He’d just have to deal with it.
On the ground before you, remained the mangled remains of a pheasant, a gaping hole in its body from the spear that pierced it.
Jungkook remained silent, but the look on his face told you everything you needed to know.
“I‘m pretty sure I told you spears won’t work the same way here on land that it would under the sea, right?” You continued.
He pressed his lips, eventually forming a pout.
You smirked, for once feeling the urge to tease him playfully. “... Really… you’re used to having your way, aren't you?”
It was obvious that you caught Jungkook off guard with your sudden teasing, and he sighed (in a rather dramatic way that had you biting back laughter).
“Perhaps just a little…" he said, and you wouldn’t have been able to stop yourself from laughing then at how flushed his cheeks suddenly were, if it weren't for the look in his eyes that said he’d retaliate for any teasing done. “I’ll get it right next time, though. I know I will,” he muttered.
You could barely stop yourself from shaking your head. When you spoke, exasperation laced your voice. “You don't have to be the best at everything, you know. Do you see everything as a competition?”
It was then that he huffed before facing you with a playful grin. "You say that as though it's my fault I'm gifted at whatever I do. And as to your second question... hmmm, I don't know- tell me, do I?”
You scrunched up your nose at him, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Yes, yes, really… what’s even there to compete about?”
He only shrugged. “Well… when you say it like that, I suppose it isn’t so much as a need to compete, rather than a want to learn. I may not get a chance like this after this all ends, after all.”
His gaze lowered- and the words you were about to say were stuck in your throat.
You scrambled your mind for a safer subject, instead. “If you really want to learn how to hunt on land, I mean… you could ask Seokjin, couldn’t you?”
“... Huh?” He looked back up at you, surprised. You continued speaking, almost stammering over your words.
“I-I mean! As an elf, he has to know a lot about the forest, and, I mean, he’s always carrying that bow! And, um, yeah, he’s old-” you winced and immediately backtracked, “-wise! He’s very wise!”
You cleared your throat as silence fell upon the two of you, the familiar rush of red flooding your cheeks. “So. Um. Yeah. You know. An option. If you want one.”
You kept your gaze firmly on the ground, away from him, resisting the urge to groan.
But then you heard Jungkook put the pheasant in his bag, and in a tone far too nonchalant for what he was thinking, he asked you, "… Y/N, which do you prefer? Hare, or deer?”
You blinked back at him, the sudden question surprising you. “I… I guess- deer? Um, why?”
He smirked. “Oh, no reason at all, I assure you,” he cheerfully replied.
You couldn’t help smiling as you remembered the smug, but mostly proud expression on his face a few days after, as he presented a dead buck to you. It’d taken him hours to be able to do it as well as he intended, even with (and this part still had you reeling because honestly how, what even?) Seokjin’s help.
Even more than that, when he shed away the ‘I am the best and you should pay attention to me’ show, you had to admit that Jungkook had this youthful, innocent charm around him, different from the one Jimin or Taehyung had- being able to melt even the hardest and coldest of people.
“I thought you didn’t know archery?” You looked at him curiously. “I’m no expert but this doesn’t seem like something a beginner could’ve done.”
He beamed at you. “I asked Seokjin for help!”
You stared at him in surprise. “You what?”
“I asked Seokjin for help,” he repeated, giggling at the dumbfounded look on your face. “Seokjin is a tough teacher, but he’s very thorough. Much better than my mentors back home,” he added.
You glanced up- meeting Seokjin’s eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you, before deliberately ignoring your gaze when he saw you were just gaping at him. Your eye twitched- and then you looked back at Jungkook, staring at him for a moment before your gaze became mock serious.
“You, are seriously dangerous,” you proclaimed, resisting the urge to smush his cheeks when he scrunched up his nose at you. “Seriously. No one is safe from you.”
He only laughed then.
That night, and the next few ones, you all had plenty of food- although by the end of it you had to discreetly plead Jungkook to stop hunting, lest the presence of wildlife become too thin in the forest.
In a much better atmosphere than before, the journey to your next destination happened in a blink of the eye, and soon enough you were at the city of Crossroads.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
“So this is Crossroads...” you heard Jungkook say in awe. Two weeks of being on the road with him- two weeks of being in close quarters with him almost every second of the day and Jungkook being a naturally open person had you being able to read him better and better. Even as you looked at him now, you could see the way his eyes flitted from almost every part of the city to another, his attention everywhere as he tried to take everything in. It was undeniably adorable.
“Countless books mention that the city of Crossroads is the capital of history,” Namjoon commented behind you. You looked at him to see him reading a book- before he snapped it shut and smiled. “It will be difficult, but for now there are a few inns we can rest at nearby, before we start looking for Alexander’s journal.”
“Still,” you mumbled as you looked at the copy of the map in your hands. “The city is really big, huh… I hope we find it in time…”
“You know, as nocturnal races we could start the search by ourselves,” Jimin suddenly spoke up. “As you’re so worried. After all, it’d be best to have this done as soon as possible, right?”
“Liars. You only want to slip away and do whatever you like,” Jungkook immediately accused them, frowning, before he turned to you. “We should go to the inn first, right?”
You almost wilted under their combined gazes, from Taehyung and Jimin who seemed to find amusement in your reaction to Jungkook’s who seemed to be asking for your support. Your eyes darted to Yoongi who only looked back at you calmly in return, as if to say that he was waiting for your reply too- Namjoon, who looked as if he wanted to intervene but held himself back.
You couldn’t see Seokjin in the back- but you could catch a glimpse of his back- as he crowded around Hoseok, who seemed uncomfortable. No help from anyone, it seemed.
You fiddled with the strap of your bag as you tried to answer as calmly as you could. “Inn first. We’ve had a long trek getting here, so, um, we should probably get some rest first,” you said, before faltering. “I mean, as much as the quest is important, it shouldn’t affect it too much to rest for one night, right? And, um, the shops are closing, so... “
“Sounds good to me,” Yoongi nodded, smoothly continuing your words as he turned to Namjoon. “Where should we head to, then? How recent is that map of yours?”
Namjoon hesitated, before answering. “It should still be accurate, it was made just a few months ago.”
“Well then, let’s go?”
»»————- ♔ ————-««
Upon arriving at the inn, it was easy to get rooms, just as Namjoon had said- there were as many libraries as there were inns in the city, and fortunately the one you chose, upon learning who you and your companions were, were offered free service all the way. You still didn’t quite trust nor believe it, but you wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth anymore.
Dinner then on had been a peaceful affair too, as both Seokjin and Hoseok stayed in their rooms the moment they were given them- basically locking themselves up inside. Yoongi too had opted to join them, citing that the crowds were too noisy and technically, he didn’t need human food to survive, so…
Jimin and Taehyung parted away from your table the moment you entered the bar connected to the inn, for what, you weren’t quite sure. Still, it wasn’t exactly unexpected anyway.
Thus it was only the three of you- you, Jungkook, and Namjoon. Dinner was somewhat peaceful then- or, at least, as much as it was with Jungkook being his curious self. He didn’t ask much while eating, but afterwards he kept asking you about so many things he’d seen as you entered Crossroads, ones that you were, while tired, all too happy to indulge him with.
Of course, in accordance to your luck someone spilt soup on you as the three of you got up to leave- the perpetrator, a drunk man who, after drinking some water and talking to, turned out to be quite decent. Still, dealing with your wet clothes was much easier and something you preferred rather than talking to the man who was half-intoxicated, you just decided to go on ahead to your room.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
“Although I expected it to be big, I didn’t think it’d be this big.”
Currently, you and Namjoon sat in what seemed to be the lobby of the guild, La Salutem. Situated near the middle of the city, it stood proudly and was obviously a center of operations, what with how many people passed through the doors.
Seokjin’s first suggestion in searching for the journal was to visit the guild, saying that if there was any place other than the kingdom of Quies that held Alexander’s old stuff, then it would be in the very guild he founded. Thus found you hours later, sitting in the lobby with the two men. While Jungkook originally wanted to go with you, he’d been told to stay at the inn with the explanation that as Seokjin had to go, someone had to stay behind and mediate if something happened with the others, and Yoongi might need help. With that, Jungkook reluctantly agreed.
Seokjin had gone ahead to talk with the guildmaster. While initially you prepared yourself for another uncomfortable one-on-one talk with a member of the ‘All Hail the Savior Y/N’ club, both men had, thankfully enough, picked up on your unspoken feelings about it. Though you still had to come along to the guild just in case- Seokjin would talk to the guildmaster himself.
You were still left with Namjoon- but, well. You were getting better at the whole ‘not looking like I’m freaking out over everything 24/7’ attitude, and it was getting easier to treat his more subtle (now) hero worship as nothing, so…
“Crossroads has a long history intertwined with not only the war, but the guild. This city holds one of the first guildhalls established, which must have been when it was but a small town- explaining how it remains in the very center of the city, as if Crossroads was built around it,” Namjoon explained, his words delving into a sort of rant near the end, though he soon stopped and grinned. “Though I admit, I find myself fascinated as well.”
“‘La Salutem’, huh?” You mumbled as you looked around. “That means…”
“- ‘safety’,” Namjoon added. “‘Protection’, ‘health’, ‘security’. All things that La Salutem strives to embody, as a symbol of peace and prosperity for all that supported so many not only during, but after the war.”
“For all, huh…”
Your eyes trailed over the banners that decorated the walls- and your conversation with Jungkook last night easily came to mind.
“Hey, Jungkook… um, can you… do you know what the war was about?”
“I don’t really know much about it,” Jungkook frowned as he nibbled on a piece of sushi. The inn you were staying at allowed you free reign of their facilities, and guess what- Jungkook actually knew how to make sushi, the food in question actually a specialty of his people. Was there anything he couldn’t do? “I was born after it ended, and even before that, mermaids stayed out of the entire war.”
“That’s okay,” you reassured him. “Just- um, tell me what you know, please? When I asked before in the kingdom, no one could answer me, so… and, well, um, I’m not sure if it’s something Yoongi would be okay with me asking.”
“Oh.” He scrunched up his nose, deep in thought, before answering.
“No one knows how it started, if I remember correctly,” he started. “But... one day, they say dragons began to grow more greedy and blood thirsty. They started conquering towns and cities, even those from other species, looting and robbing them too, and then using the captured towns as their slaves, their own to use. It was… a pretty dark time. There were many more dragons then- enough that they had a capital too. Their power, the fact that no one expected them to suddenly attack others, and not to mention their numbers helped them. Each race kept to themselves then, and yet all the same it plunged everyone in distress, ready to bow down and acquiesce to the rule of the tyrants- but then there was a prophecy about the downfall of the dragons, and the arrival of a hero.”
“It was the only reason they still had hope. It was a good thing, too, as the dragons had taken over what had to be a fair amount of cities then- and a few kingdoms too, when he came. The Hero, Alexander. They say he arrived as the sky blazed bright. People didn’t believe him at first, when he declared that he was the chosen one, but…”
“Just when a city was about to be besieged by the dragons, he came up with a plan to defeat them. It was ingenious- and no one thought he’d succeed, because his plan seemed too ridiculous to work- but it did. And after that, he began to come up with other contributions to the war, the first and greatest of which was to unite the races to defeat the dragons.”
You released a shaky exhale at his words, at the story he was telling you. It was obvious to see the parallels between you and this ‘Hero’, and the way that the people treated you suddenly made a whole lot more sense.
“The humans and the mages were the greatest partners in the war, then- humans with their inventions and mages with their spells and enchantments. The elves, as much as they disdained getting involved with anything outside of their forests were persuaded to join, by the Hero of course- and so were the fae. I can remember my teacher telling me about Seokjin and Yoongi too, actually, how they fought in the war as well. Together they defeated the dragons and ushered in an era of peace.”
“... What about the other races, then?” You questioned. “What about the- yokai? The vampires? Surely they had to be involved in some way too.”
“That…” Jungkook paused, a furrow in his eyebrow as he tried to remember. “I think… I think I can recall people saying that yokai joined the war, but that most of them sided with the dragons. And as for vampires… They mostly acted as mercenaries in the war, fighting for whichever side offered them more money.”
It offered so much more insight to the way each race reacted to another than the book you read before could. Or, at least, that was how you saw it- piecing in what you could read between the lines as each race interacted with each other.
When the war ended, what exactly happened? To the victors went the spoils, after all. It was easy to imagine it now- the sins of the fathers being passed down to their children, the discrimination that followed those who lost, the whole race branded as evil, as wild, as dangerous.
Humans and mages led the winning side, and so they were given the biggest credit, flourishing and thriving on the shares given to them as they took over what the losing side had. Lands, cities, treasures of all shapes and sizes taken not just as payment, but also as deterrent.
For elves, the fae, both entered the war mostly just to protect themselves, and they succeeded- though, of course, the greater the risk taken, the greater the rewards reaped. They lost less than mages and humans, but in return they had little to show for after the war. They only kept autonomy over what they originally had- the lands and the forest that they lived in.
Mermaids- having stayed out of the war, the most neutral of all races as they refused to join in any way at all, remained almost completely clueless and out of touch with the developments that happened after the war then, as they isolated themselves.
Then the vampires, who, in a sense acted neutral- favoring no side but that of coins and money. The yokai who were divided, some joining humans, but most of them joining the other side… not to mention the dragons themselves.
You could easily see how the effects of the war lingered on from what happened then until now. You hadn’t seen even a hint of the last three races anywhere since you began your journey. While at first you chalked it up to each of the races not liking interaction with the others, now that you knew more about the war, it was easier to pick up on the general subtle hatred of the populace against the three.
It was obvious even now, inside the guild. You could hear certain words about vampires and yokai being spoken with disdain, apathy at best and hatred at worst, though more often than not disgust was in there too.
“I wonder if this is why they didn’t want to come with us…” You sighed, eyeing the recruitment posters, and the mission board- both of which further proved your suspicions. The recruitment posters, as long as they were, only held spiel about humans and mages, though a few minor lines were dedicated to elves and fae. And the mission board- you could see several job posters that called for a mediator between them and a ‘troublesome person’.
Well. Though. It wasn’t really much of a surprise, was it? Nothing was perfect- and even this, as much as the guild, as much as ‘La Salutem’ seemed to represent the harmony between races, well. You discreetly slid down into your seat with a sigh.
Then you jerked back up at the sight of Seokjin coming down the stairs.
“It’s not in here,” he announced as he arrived to you both, a furrow in his eyebrows the only sign of his frustration. “We talked about it, but it seems that the item in question wasn’t given to the guild.”
“B-But there has to be a clue, he mentioned in the recording he wanted it to be known,” you muttered, deep in thought as well.
“It might be with one of the books he kept preserved then donated to the city’s libraries,” Seokjin didn’t quite sigh so much as the words left his mouth in a weary undertone and a light scowl. To the side, you noticed Namjoon closing his mouth, his face twisting before he looked away. Well, no surprise he’s not enthusiastic about it either. Who would?
You tried your best not to groan, you really did. “... The city? The whole city?”
He sighed, evidently dreading what was coming himself. “Yes. And… it seems we have no choice but to search manually.”
… Fucking hell damnit.
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When you all returned to the inn, to your relief it didn’t take much before the boys were all assembled again, even as your nerves rolled in your stomach- a common thing that happened every time you held a meeting in regards to the quest.
“Alexander’s journals,” Namjoon spoke up first among you, his notes and a copy of the city’s map laid down on the floor in between all of you. “The guild already spoke to us that they don’t have the journal, but that it should still be here in the city… Although Crossroads is quite large, and there are many libraries around…”
“We should split up then to have an easier time searching,” Yoongi suggested as he looked at the map. “It’d be a more efficient way to cover ground, too.”
His eyes flickered to you. “... How should we divide the teams, Y/N?”
You stiffened as everyone’s attention fell on you, except for Seokjin who seemed more content examining the notes.
“M-Me?” You stammered. Jimin’s lips curled into an amused smile.
“Well, yes. You are our leader, after all.”
You bit the inside of your cheek at that. Jimin’s words technically, were true, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. It didn’t quite help that Yoongi and Jungkook supported your ‘leadership’, as much as you first considered them trustworthy.
Actually, on second thought, Jungkook was understandable. Yoongi was the insane one for still holding you to your alleged position when he knew how unfitted you were. Even if he thought you had potential.
You sighed as you looked over the men in the room one more time.
If you had to pair them up, then it would have to… Well, it would have to be by who got along with who, right? Although you definitely couldn’t put Jimin or Taehyung together- you weren’t sure they’d actually get anything done, no matter how Taehyung seemed to actually put in effort, and how Jimin apologized before. No, you had to break them up- but with who? You racked your brain for an answer- recollections of the many times Jungkook and Jimin almost got into a fight flitting in your mind, as well as the way Seokjin seemed to hold everyone at an arms’ length. Then again, so did everyone else to each other, now that you think about it. Jungkook was the exception- after the events in Rivermouth, he seemed to open up a bit more, becoming closer with both Yoongi and Seokjin. Still…
“Namjoon and Jungkook,” you slowly started. Namjoon’s shoulders slumped minisculely, and Jungkook looked disappointed for a moment- but then the next moment they seemed the same again, making you wonder if you had just been seeing things for a moment. Ah well.
“Seokjin and Taehyung,” you continued. Now your decision was met with raised eyebrows- mainly from both Jimin and Taehyung.
“Lastly, Yoongi and Jimin.”
Yoongi only held your gaze for a moment, as if to ask you if you were sure- then he looked away, catching Jimin’s eyes, who frowned, though it soon changed into a smile.
“I have every faith in our leader’s words,” he almost purred. “If she says we’re to do this together, then together we will do this task.”
You had to smother the laughter that built in you at the momentary twitch of the eyebrow you noticed from Yoongi, though he curtly nodded afterwards all the same.
“That said,” you added, “If anyone, um, if anyone has anything they want to say or add, about the teams, we’ll, um, we can discuss it.” You inwardly cheered yourself at how you managed to stop yourself from turning your sentence into a question.
A moment of silence fell in the room as each person looked at the others. Still, it seemed that they’d accepted your suggestions. You looked at Taehyung last, as you hadn’t heard anything from him as you mentioned the pairings, but he only looked nonchalant.
“You won’t hear a word from me,” Taehyung remarked, before a small smile alighted his lips. “Though I hope you don’t regret it,” he snickered. You scrunched up your nose at him before rolling your eyes.
“You’ll be with Hoseok, then.”
You looked at Seokjin, surprised at his sudden words- for a moment you’d forgotten about Hoseok, who remained quiet all throughout the meeting. Meeting Hoseok’s eyes, you flushed, embarrassed at how you were reminded of his presence only because of Seokjin.
“Um, yes. Those are the teams,” you cleared your throat.
Your eyes darted over to Yoongi- who, to your relief read the plea for help as it was and continued the meeting. “Now, as for which pairs will be covering which parts of the city…”
»»————- ♔ ————-««
And that was that. Surprisingly enough, as much trouble as there had been deciding which ones would pair up with which to search the city, the rest of the meeting turned out well- Seokjin and Yoongi leading it, planning out what to do.
… Okay, you had to admit, there was a moment after the meeting, when you came down for your nightly talk sessions with Yoongi and Jungkook, that you found yourself faced with a sudden, unexpected little problem.
When you stepped into the kitchen, it was to the usual sight. Tea on the table (brewed by Yoongi, of course), snacks (also prepared by Yoongi, who knew he was such a housewife? You didn’t even think it possible, the image of gentle, domestic Yoongi cooking so far from what you first saw him as, but here you were), an amused Yoongi- you paused, why was he amused? Did something happen?
Then you looked at your other companion and had a double take.
Jungkook sat on the other side of the table from where Yoongi was, body hunched and head slightly turned away from you- and it didn’t take you more than two steps closer to see the frown that practically defined his current mood.
You warily stepped around him, choosing to gingerly take a seat beside Yoongi instead, confused. If you knew why Jungkook was sporting a scowl you might have made some attempt to talk to him, but as it was, you didn’t have a single clue why. If you talked to him now- you had a feeling you’d do more harm than good. Instead, you looked over at Yoongi, who looked a step away from snickering. You could see the smirk that lingered on his face, though he covered it behind the cup of tea he held.
‘What happened,’ you mouthed to him. He raised an eyebrow at you, as if to say ‘you don’t know?’. You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a quick look at Jungkook who seemed fully immersed into the glaring contest he was holding with his tea, before turning back to Yoongi.
‘Would I be asking if I did?’
“Neither of you are subtle at all,” Jungkook finally broke the silence in the kitchen with a grumble, gaze finally leaving his tea, but still, to your confusion, not to you. “I’ll have you know I’m neither blind nor deaf.”
“Well,” you started. “Um, you seemed a little, um, preoccupied?” You fidgeted with your hands, worry and concern bubbling over. “Jungkook, um- I mean, you don’t have to say anything, if you don’t want to, I mean, but just- are you okay?”
“... Don’t concern yourself over me,” he muttered. “This is nothing.”
You paused, feeling a trickle of apprehension flow through you. “But... um. You… seem like you’re in a bad mood.”
“... You said we’d tour around the next town we stopped at, he’s probably upset over that.” Yoongi generously offered, something close to laughter evident in his voice. As if on cue, Jungkook scoffed loudly.
“I’m not upset.”
“Oh.”
You immediately had to hide the grin on your face with your hands, then, or even show a hint that you were feeling anything close to amusement, but eventually the amusement faded and you felt bad that he was, well, disappointed.
“I… I chose those teams for a reason,” you explained, hoping that it’d lessen his frustration. “I-I mean, if I had my way, I’d want to be with you, you know,” you admitted. “But, um, I made the decision based on who could work with each other best while, um, while taking the others into account. So… please, I mean, I’m sorry… I didn’t want to make you feel like I’d forgotten about it or something.”
You looked down, your hands fidgeting with each other, awaiting his response-
- and to your surprise, Jungkook only deflated, the scowl turning into a pout. Glaring eyes became downcast, fingers loosening from the tight grip they had on the cup. For a moment or two he seemed to be torn, before he released a long sigh.
When he spoke, it was still with the pout on his face and you had to physically stop yourself from cooing, finding him and his reaction way. Too. Adorable. “No, I understand. If it happened that you and I were on the same team I would be too tempted to do nothing but what I wanted. Which, admittedly, has nothing to do with the quest.”
“That doesn’t mean I have to like it though. I was looking forward to going around the city with you,” he mumbled, before pausing, a flush covering his face. “Both. You b-both.”
You ducked your head, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you at his words. Still, it was hard to keep the red out of your cheeks, the giddy smile on your face too wide.
The shit-eating grin on Yoongi’s face was what made you finally compose yourself though, already dreading the teasing comments you’d certainly be hearing in the future.
“Really? But, I mean, it’s not like we’ll be separated the whole time,” you finally said, your voice light and giggly. “I’ll still see you in the evenings.”
“I know,” he- did Jungkook just roll his eyes at you? You had to stifle your laughter then. “I told you, this is nothing. I’ll get over it.”
With that said, he turned away, but not before you could spot the pout that, if possible, became bigger..
“... maybe we can have a few hours the day we leave to have a little walk around?” You suggested, smile faltering afterwards as you corrected yourself. “The three of us, of course. I’d, um, I’d love to do that with you guys.”
You heard Yoongi let out a small half-laughter at your words- you were so, so tempted to kick him then. As it was, you glared at him instead.
Still, you could hear him snicker as he nodded his head, adding, “Of course, you could also take notes of places you really want to visit together along the way.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled- and this time it was you who had to avert their gaze as he looked back at you two. “So, I-I mean. Um- we can spare some time, m-maybe after the day’s search? And- well, I-I guess not,” you amended your words, wincing at your habit of speaking before you thought about it, descending into a rambling mess now, not noticing Jungkook’s brooding turning into something softer. “Well, I was going to say that we could walk around and take a look at s-some of the shops, but, I mean, on second thought if it’s night time they’re probably gonna be closed and we need to have energy so if we spend most of it wandering around we-”
A huff of laughter, and then- you stilled as fingers gently tucked a loose hair back, Jungkook’s focus on you then making your thoughts just stop.
“Um-” you choked out. “I-I-I-w-what?”
“I told you, I’d get over it. I’m not a child.”
“But if you insist, I wouldn’t be declining. Though… you should wear the hairpin more often,” he finally said, a hint of smugness visible in his eyes. “If you’re only walking around, it wouldn’t be hard to keep it from falling, now would it?”
“I-” you stammered, “I m-mean, I, I guess so.”
He grinned. “Then, as a symbol of our friendship, and as a reminder of your words,” he grinned. “Tomorrow, before you head out with Hoseok, wear it- please,” he added at the end, though it didn’t erase the self-satisfied look on his face.
“Uh.”
All traces of whatever bad mood he’d been in before was absent then as he finally leaned back, and, with a hum, drained his cup dry of tea in a single swoop.
“Well, I hate to admit it, but I’m feeling quite tired,” he cheerfully announced. “I’m going to retire to my bed now- goodnight, Y/N, Yoongi.”
Even as he left, you could only gaze after him, mouth still slight open at his sudden actions.
What even…
It was only when Yoongi finally burst into loud chuckles that you were released out of your stupor.
“Pfft!”
“... Yoongi!” You cried out, red covering your whole face as you gave in and finally smacked him on the shoulder. “Stop laughing!”
“‘Stop laughing’, she says,” he cracked up even further. “Did any of you even notice at all- no, of course not,” he grinned, before it turned into a smirk. “But you know, if you’d seen-"
“I’m not listening,” you half-yelled half-shrieked, letting your head fall to the table as you covered your ears and shut your eyes. “La la la la la, I’m not listening!”
You stubbornly kept it up, determined to wait it out and spare yourself the teasing- although you couldn’t deny, that, well, a part of you was enjoying this. In some way. As much as you were embarrassed, in the moment, it felt like- well. It felt like the two of you were like closer friends, ones you’d see in so many places, teasing each other even if it made the other person angry beyond hell.
… although this wasn’t quite a normal friendship based on normal things.
And that was that.
Still, even with all the preparations, there was still a part of you that worried whether you would succeed in finding the elusive journal. The city was huge, after all, and a bustling port- it wasn’t hard to think that maybe the book had already been taken. Then again, Namjoon said he was certain, and considering his track record, you took him at his word.
So even as the fourth day rolled in, you decided to keep your spirits up.
In a way, you had to admit that there was something nice about going around the city with Hoseok. Make no mistake, the people at Crossroads, upon learning about your status treated you the same way the villagers at Rivermouth did- with reverence and awe. Wherever you went, you could feel eyes trailing after your every move- something that, while it used to unnerve you greatly, faded a little with every day that you had to endure it. At least, to the point where you could dismiss it as part of the background, somewhat. It helped that there were so many travellers and visitors in the city, who were there only for a short time and thus didn’t know who you were, ironically granting you more peace of mind in a crowd than there was without.
It was the first time since you arrived that you were able to talk to Hoseok one on one, too. That you were able to study him.
Hoseok was… an enigma, in a different way from the others. Sweet, polite and kind- but then you’d notice the moment someone got too close to him, he would back away and reject their touch, one particular time even flinching away when someone hugged him, mistaking him for someone else. It reminded you of the time you met him, though now you knew better.
Spending time with him was preferable compared to everyone but Yoongi and Jungkook.
“Y/N, do you- uh, do you mind if we try that today?”
You looked over his shoulder at the stall he was pointing at, noting the delicious smell of food that wafted from it. Another thing that helped you relax around him- you soon found out that Hoseok, much like Jungkook, held a very short history of interaction with humans. On your second day, after a few cautious suggestions from you, you both decided to satiate your curiosities and take your time examining each part of the city as you went from library to library- which included sampling each of the dishes and snacks you would pass by.
You wouldn’t admit it so easily out loud, but… Hoseok had a certain pull that you couldn’t help but get dragged into. At first, the atmosphere between the two of you was tense, all the way; he put nearly a few feet of distance at most, a foot at least between the two of you at all times, he remained quiet unless spoken to, and even then his words were short. It was almost as if you were with a ghost, but…
“Hoseok!” You stood firm in your ground then, although the way your heart beat ever so fast, so nervously, easily gave you away. “Can you listen to me for a moment?”
“Uhm.” If the wide eyed stare wasn’t enough, the way he quickly averted his eyes gave away how close he was to bolting. At this point, even you could tell that he was avoiding you- in a weird, sort of way. Actually, it was probably easier for you to notice that he was avoiding you, because the subtle way he’d leave the area whenever you arrived, staying as quiet as possible unless spoken to, his words short and faint, well, you had firsthand experience with all of that.
“I just wanted to tell you something, please,” you lowered your voice, aiming for something soft and easy on the ears. To your endless relief then, he slowly, hesitantly, but all the same he nodded his head.
“Hoseok… do you, um,” you paused for a moment, trying to gather the courage. “It’s okay to, um, to talk to me? I mean-” you flushed. “I just, did I do anything to make you feel uncomfortable? We’re working together on this quest, and, just, um, I don’t want you to feel like you have to- um, like you have to keep so far away from me at all times.”
“I also… I mean, I also want to hear about what you think,” you mumbled out the last parts of your small speech, gaze trained on the ground as you nervously awaited his reply. Then you cringed. “No, sorry, um, you don’t have to if you don’t want to and I’m sorry for being pushy-”
“No!” Your head snapped up in surprise as you met his panicked eyes, and the two of you stared at each other, both shocked and nervous.
“Are you sure-”
“I should be-”
The two of you stopped again as you spoke at the same time, a deeper flush covering both of your cheeks. Though, you couldn’t help but giggle a little at the situation. Hoseok’s shoulders slumped forward, and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
“I...I’ll try,” you eventually heard him mumble. You grinned at him; Hoseok averted his gaze yet again, but you could still see the small tug at his lips.
“That’s all I ask for.”
True to his word, you had an easier time communicating with Hoseok then. What was a few feet of distance eventually reduced to walking side by side, and when you talked you didn’t seem like someone just talking to herself like a crazy person- well. You hoped you didn’t.
It always helped that Hoseok had a nice voice that you liked hearing.
“Sure,” you smiled. “I’ll just wait here, then.”
Currently the two of you had just about explored most parts of the city, at least the part assigned to the two of you. While you weren’t sure, you hoped at least that one pair would make progress in the search- but until then, you had to keep looking.
“Where do we go now, though…” You muttered to yourself as you examined the map in your hands.
“Miss Y/N?”
You glanced up at the voice. A familiar face greeted your eyes- your smile became a little strained as you recognized the person speaking to you. “Hello. You’re- uh, the one from the inn a few days ago, right? Abby?”
He chuckled at you. “‘Abby’... That’s really what they told you, huh? Then again, it is a nickname of mine… yes, I am. Glad to know I’m not that forgettable.”
“I don’t think I could forget someone who spilled soup on me... no offense meant, though,” you mumbled, cheeks reddening at the last part. He only laughed in response.
“Yes, well, I can get wild when drunk… I apologize for that. Enough about me, though. I didn’t expect to see you again.”
“We’re-” You paused, thinking over your words. “We’re staying here for a while. Crossroads is pretty famous. There’s a lot to see and visit.”
He seemed pleased at that, a grin appearing on his face. “It is, isn’t it? Not only is it a central focus of trade, it has a long history too,” he boasted. “It’s one of the best cities in the kingdom.”
You smiled a little more genuinely at the sparkle in his eyes as he talked about the city.
“Which places have you already visited? Wait- actually, where’s your guide? I want to ask him if there are spots you haven’t visited yet,” he suddenly said.
Guides? … You hadn’t seen any, and you didn’t think there would be any…
“We’re just- um, we’re just actually walking around by ourselves,” you admitted. “I mean, if we had a guide, we’d probably have to set like- a time limit for every place, right? I like to, um, take my time.”
“You like to immerse in the city?” You hesitantly nodded. “You’ll miss out on a lot if you go just by yourselves, though…”
“Oh, I know! Maybe I can help. Why don’t I be your guide?” He suggested, grinning at you. “I never did get to formally ask for your forgiveness, for the other night.”
You fell silent..
“Ah, sorry,” he said, seeing your face turn somewhat wary. “Too sudden?”
You flushed. “Oh no, just…”
While the quest wasn’t really a secret, the finer details of it was. You weren’t sure if it was okay to bring in a stranger’s help.
“I’m- um, I’m not sure right now... we kind of already have plans for today,” you cautiously answered. It was best to discuss this first with Yoongi and the others, right? “How about tomorrow?”
He frowned, disappointment evident on his face. “I guess… Though, I’m supposed to leave in two days for work….”
“Oh,” you mumbled.
“Tomorrow, right? Consider it, okay? I could be a big help,” he offered again. “I’m a native to this city, after all. Born and raised here.”
You perked up at his words- though still unsure. Yoongi’s words resounded in your mind- ‘Be wary of everyone, you aren’t familiar much with anything here and it’s easy to trick you.’
“... Are you- um, are you familiar with Alexander?” You eventually asked, deciding on a middle ground-
“Alexander, the hero? Of course! I know more about him than anyone here,” he jovially grinned. You released a sigh of relief at that. It wasn’t like any of you had been making progress on your own so far, so…
“Um- If it’s alright, can you tell us about him, then? Just for a while.”
“Sure- oh wait, I’ll just finish up my purchase. Be back in a bit.” And with that he delved back into the crowd, though you could see his back enter a shop nearby.
You pocketed the map in your hands, sighing. That… while you were hopeful at the sign of help, you were still unsure- you also felt it could have gone better too.
The smell of noodles under your nose brought your focus back- you looked down, then to the side- meeting Hoseok’s worried gaze. You blinked- and then reacted.
“Uh- sorry, Hoseok,” you flushed. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I just arrived a few seconds ago,” he reassured you, before peering up at you with an odd look in his eyes. “That said… who were you talking to just now?”
“Oh,” you tensed up. “That- someone I bumped into at the pub when we first arrived. It- um, it turns out that he knows a lot about the city, including, um, Alexander, and we weren’t making progress, so…” You faltered.”I mean, he offered to help as an apology? And I thought, again, it’s not like we’ve made much progress so far- not that we haven’t just been walking around, and it’s not like I just took his offer, just talking for a bit- I mean, we’ve covered a lot of the city by now and I’m having fun too, although I know this isn’t really for fun but you know what I mean and oh god I’m so sorry I’m just rambling right now.”
You fell silent, feeling the urge to cover your face with your hands, your face red- though unable to do so as you were holding food. You didn’t dare look up- only giving Hoseok a tentative glance when he hesitantly patted you on the back.
“That’s good news then, right? I mean, if he has information about the man that we don’t, it should help us.”
“That- yeah.” You hardly dared to react too much in fear that he would pull his hands away. For all that he was a dragon and they were assumed to be monstrously strong, Hoseok was gentle as he comforted you. In fact, his touch was light on your back- barely even touching you.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, until you saw the man come back, a noticeable bulge in his bag that wasn’t there before. He raised an eyebrow at the two of you- Hoseok withdrew his hands, his face reddening as much as yours did.
“Companion of yours?” He asked as he drew near.
“Um- yeah.” You dithered introducing Hoseok him- should you? It would be impolite, right? But for some reason, you could tell that Hoseok was wary of him. Still, before you could speak up again, Hoseok coughed, nodding at the man, a small, polite smile on his face.
“Please, just call me Hoseok.”
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“Abby?” Namjoon repeated your words later that night, a slight frown appearing on his face. You looked up at him, a touch nervous as your hands fidgeted with the food on your plate.
“Um- yeah. Remember, the guy I bumped into our first night here? Red hair, silver badge with angel wings on his chest? We met him again earlier, and he said he had information about Alexander…” You trailed off near the end as Namjoon’s eyebrows remained furrowed- and you wondered what he was thinking about.
“Are you- um, I didn’t say anything about the quest, if that’s what you were worried about,” you offered. “I just told him we were travellers who got interested in Alexander and his journals, since he’s someone famous in this city.”
“Oh- no, I mean,” Namjoon hesitated. “It- it’s nothing.”
“... It is alright, isn’t it?” You looked up, meeting Yoongi’s eyes.
Dinner at Crossroads for the time consisted of only you, Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi and Jungkook- you all agreed that you had to meet up nightly to discuss the efforts of the search, if only to conserve efforts. Still, it didn’t take much for you to notice how uncomfortable Seokjin and Yoongi were with the rowdy crowds ever present in the pub.
Currently you retold to them your encounter with Abby. It seemed to be a bit of a saving grace, really, as no one had had any luck so far.
Seokjin and Taehyung had stuck to the plan quite neatly- you were amused to confirm that even Taehyung bent under Seokjin’s cold gaze, although from what you could tell he remained playful all the way. They followed and checked every place assigned to them in an orderly manner. Seokjin admitted in a quiet voice that Taehyung charmed the librarians and shop owners into helping them, but that they had no progress. No one had even heard of a journal in Alexander’s name, nor had they seen any book that matched its description.
The less said about Jimin and Yoongi, the better. Yoongi and Seokjin were the only ones that could Jimin in check so far, you noticed, so you put Yoongi and him together- but, hearing about their experiences, you realized that in the same line of thinking you set Yoongi up to be his glorified babysitter.
Namjoon and Jungkook, lastly seemed to be like you and Hoseok- simultaneously touring around while checking the appointed locations to them. Jungkook seemed to take a shine to Namjoon too, excitedly asking him about anything that he didn’t understand. Namjoon in turn seemed to take his questions in stride as he answered them as best as he could.
Honestly, a part of you felt more than happy seeing Jungkook branch out, gaining a friend… or something like that in Namjoon. Even in your nightly chats together, all he could speak about was the little things he’d learnt about, and what he wanted to share with you. Although you yourself couldn’t stand to be in Namjoon’s presence because of the- well. You were at least happy for him. Them.
Still, they didn’t have any information either.
“If you’re sure of what you saw, then it should be,” Yoongi spoke up. When you looked at him with confusion, he explained. “A badge with angel wings means they’re part of the Silver Vanguard.”
“Silver Vanguard?”
“It refers to an elite unit in La Salutem.” This time, you were surprised to hear Seokjin’s voice. When you looked at him, though, he seemed to be focused on his food, even as he spoke. “They only allow warriors who have a long history of merits to join. And if the person that you met really is a part of it, then... he might be trustworthy,” he finally said. “Still, remain on guard.”
“Wow, Y/N, way to go!” Jungkook grinned. “That’s more progress than any of us have done so far.”
“So it’s alright then, right?” You asked once more. Yoongi nodded. Jungkook bumped your shoulder in support- and even Seokjin seemed to quietly give his approval.
None of you quite noticed the lingering frown on Namjoon’s face.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
The sun, painted in red and orange currently made a brilliant backdrop from where you were. Your feet hurt- but at least you were sitting down at the moment. The three of you were now at the park near the Fiendfyre ruins, after a day of touring with Abbadon (you had to ask him his name, you couldn’t keep calling him Abby after all no matter how he didn’t seem to mind it) as he immersed both you and Hoseok in the city’s history.
“You know a lot about the war, and the guild,” Hoseok quietly commented once, after Abbadon went into a rant about how it affected the trade in the city. Abbadon perked up at his words.
“So you speak!” He joked, before assuming a serious expression. “To answer your question, I’m a survivor of the war. There was an attack- my family didn’t survive, but... I was saved by La Salutem. They raised me.”
“You were?” He asked, his taut shoulders relaxing by a fraction, something you noted with relief.
You weren’t quite blind to the tension that existed between the two. For some reason, both were a touch, well, wary, about the other person, although it was mostly Hoseok. Whenever Abbadon wasn’t looking, from your position in the back you could see Hoseok give the other man glances, and then frown, something that happened more often as the day continued. With Abbadon’s answer now, though, he seemed to let go of some of his suspicions.
“Yeah. Trained me, too. And I got offered a place in their divisions right after the war ended,” Abbadon grinned.
“You must have done a lot of missions then,” you murmured. “Looking at your badge,” you explained. Abbadon chuckled.
“So you’re looking for his journal?” Abbadon asked, a curious look on his face. “Huh. I didn’t think that was even real.”
“Yeah, well…” You flushed. “He seems like a really interesting guy, so.”
“True, true,” he agreed, before sighing. “Sorry I wasn’t much help in the end.”
“Oh, please!” You waved your hand, not wanting him to feel bad. “It’s not like our research was anything serious- besides, um, what matters is that we had a lot of fun today, right?”
For a moment your gaze flitted over to Hoseok who had been approached by a few children. From where you were, you could see him try to politely reject the kids- the keyword being try. They didn’t exactly give him the chance to make good on his answer as they pulled him to play.
Not that Hoseok seemed to mind it too much anyway, considering the smile on his face.
“If you’re curious about Alexander and his relics, then you should visit the castle ruins,” Abbadon told the two of you. “It’s a hidden place, known only to the city residents- a well-kept secret of ours.”
“A secret?” You echoed. “Why?”
“Why not?” He countered, before grinning. “Well, the reason is that there are bad memories attached to the place, so few people ever come there. Not to mention it’s falling apart, too, so it’s dangerous. Those that do are mostly kids curious about the ‘forbidden area’.”
“Fiendfyre, the castle of the late kings, and Blackburn, where the dragon’s fortress used to be.”
“Ah yes, he seems to be having a lot of fun, isn’t he?” Abbadon chuckled. “Still, they should be careful though, the ruins here are-”
“No!”
You suddenly gasped- some of the children playing close to you two had wandered too close to the ruins, tagging and pushing each other, when one of them tripped on the wall- causing a part of it to collapse. It fell straight down, and you could feel your heart beat in a frenzy-
But then dust cleared and there stood Hoseok, an arm propping up the huge rock as he shielded the children under him.
You released a shaky sigh of breath.
“Oh god, that was close,” you muttered, your heart still beating fast, before you turned to your companion. “Did you-”
He was staring straight at Hoseok, with an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Abbadon?” You hesitantly asked.
“... I knew it. He’s a dragon, isn’t he? And that face… the son of the late king?” He finally said after a long while, and while his sentence ended in a question, the tone of his voice was a statement. You froze, and then you were about to refute his claim-
“Oh, don’t worry,” Abbadon smiled at you. “I’m not the type to talk or gossip with other people.”
You remained quiet, your nerves still strung high. Abbadon chuckled uneasily, a sheepish smile appearing on his lips.
“I won’t! I swear on my badge,” he promised you, a lighthearted air around him now. “That said, you should be careful though. Dragons- people around here have a complicated view of them, you know? Especially considering his status.”
“... I do,” you hesitantly replied. “I’m just surprised you easily realized it.”
He chortled. “Yes, well, in my job it’s an imperative to assess our surroundings, to know if we encounter an enemy or a friend. I just had this feeling when we met and I saw him- the super strength just confirmed it. Still, it’s something special, isn’t it?”
Your gaze returned to Hoseok’s figure, the bright smile contrasting with the red flush on his face as the two children and their mother thanked him profusely.
True, you’d only recently got to know him better- only recently had you been able to take a look past the first set of walls he’d built around him, but even with the little that you’d seen so far...
“...Yeah, it is,” you smiled warmly. “He’s someone special.”
“Looks like it’ll be a while before they’re done playing, though,” Abbadon commented, frowning a little. “We still have one more memorial of Alexander’s that might help you, if you wanna take a look.”
“Though it’s getting dark soon…”
You hesitated, your eyes darting between Hoseok, the loud laughter of the children, then the darkening sky…
… It was fine, right? Abbadon had proven to be trustworthy, so far. It was the last option you could have at the moment- and tomorrow he’d be gone, while you and the others would have to stay, until at least you could get another clue about what to do next.
“... Okay,” you agreed, smiling at him. “Lead the way, please”
“Gladly,” he smiled. “It’ll just take a minute, I promise.”
You waved to Hoseok- but he remained busy, and you wondered if he’d even see you, the children asking him to play with them- you hurried your footsteps when you noticed your guide almost disappearing from view.
“W-Wait up!” You called, running after him- Abbadon’s figure almost disappearing amongst the trees. You frowned as he consistently remained just on the edge of your sight. What…?
When you came to, you realized that you were in a small clearing. “... Abbadon? Hello?” Your heart beat fast in your chest- a premonition, but then-
Your vision went black.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
You woke up to coldness, clasped tightly around your limbs- the chill bitingly spreading across your limbs. When your eyes opened, for a few moments you could only groan- your memories and thoughts too jumbled to make sense of. Still, as you slowly came to, you realized one thing-
You were bound and chained to a wall.
As soon as the realization hit you, you instinctively jerked in horror and panic, the fear within you rising as the metal chains harshly kept you captive. You looked around again in panic- feeling the darkness seemingly close in on you, making you feel even more terrified-
“Y/N!”
You stilled, tears in your eyes. “... Hoseok?”
When you looked across you again, you finally made out the outline of Hoseok’s figure- and then you gasped.
If you thought your current situation was bad enough, Hoseok’s was way worse. Chains adorned almost every part of his body- from his feet, to his neck- even some sort of helmet cuff wrapped around his head. His hands and feet were similarly bound to his back, in a way that prevented him from moving at all, and you had no doubt that it was hard for him to even breathe, with how tight they were cuffed on him.
But it was the metal covering his face that was the worst of it.
“What…? Why are you chained up…?”
He smiled bitterly- or, at least you think he did. “To keep me from transforming. I think... “ For a moment he faltered, looking away, but then he continued. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I suspected it, but I wasn’t sure, and now you’re in danger.”
“‘All your fault’?” You repeated, confused and worried. “What do you- what does that mean?”
“It means that he’s aware of his sin.”
You fully flinched at the sudden voice that echoed through the walls of (what you were now sure to be) the dungeon. You glanced to the side, where the voice came from- freezing in surprise as the person revealed themselves.
“Abbadon?” You gaped, your mind scrambling to keep up. “You- why?”
The familiar figure of who you thought had been a friend and a guide- Abbadon looked at you with a slight smile on his face. “Hello, missy.”
“I-I thought- what’s going on,” you faltered. “Why are you doing this?”
“You don’t know?” He mused, coming closer to you. You flinched back when his hand drew close, a shiver running through you when he patted you on the head.
When you failed to answer, he let his hand fall away- staring at you.
“... You’re a part of La Salutem, aren’t you?” You eventually said. “This isn’t what the guild stands for, I’m sure.”
“Oh, you thought I was part of that stuffy old guild?” Abbadon giggled- your blood ran cold at the insinuations in his words. “Take a closer look, missy. These aren’t angel wings- these are dragon bones.”
“I- dragon bones?” You choked out. “What…”
“... You really are confusing, you know?” He eventually shook his head idly, intrigue on his face. “Maybe I should start with you first, cut you open, see how you can remain so deceptively naive.”
Hoseok suddenly growled- you stared at him in wide-eyed surprise, surprised to see this new side of him. “Let her go. She doesn’t know anything about it,” he snapped.
Abbadon only laughed. “Oh, I knew it! I knew there was something wrong- if she knew, she definitely wouldn’t be so lenient on you for even existing,” he chortled. You shivered at the tone of his voice- although you felt the beginnings of rage bubble up in you at his words.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Lying before us in chains, is Prince Hoseok of the dragons,” he announced, a gleeful little smile on his face.
“I already knew who he was when I met him,” you frowned, still confused. He didn’t seem like he had a problem back then, so what…? “Not that any of it made me wary of him.”
“But you don’t know exactly why dragons are the vilest creatures, do you? There’s a reason they stay in their dirty little hovels,” Abbadon smiles, a nasty little thing that told you for some reason he believed he had information that would make you change your view. “Then again, it’s where they belong after all.”
“Really,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “And that reason’s what?”
“You’re evidently knowledgeable about the war. But nobody told you about the massacre, did they?”
“There was no massa-”
“Yes, there was. The massacre.” Abbadon’s voice was soft, yet deadly- a far away look in his eyes. “Near the war, the dragons were losing. As they should have been. After pillaging and conquering for so long, every rule of tyranny must come to an end. Good always triumphs evil, you see?”
“Mages and humans, together, on the battlefield, saving lives, not to mention elves and fae… I only watched memories of it, but, god, it must have been a sight to witness,” he sighed wistfully. “The rest of the other races stayed neutral or sold themselves out like whores- selfish cowards.”
“But it wasn’t enough, you know?” He eventually said, sighing as he walked over to Hoseok, looking down at him with sheer hatred in his eyes. He harshly struck him with the heel of his boot- smiling when Hoseok let out a muffled cry of pain. “Dragons are vile,” thwack! “selfish,” thwack! “greedy,” thwack! “filthy beasts.”
By the end of it Hoseok lied on the floor, unable to even speak as he curled in pain.
“Around their empire, the dragons had so many cities under them- a few of them composed from other races, but most of them human,” he said, still smiling, even as the resentment remained in his eyes. The look on his face kept you quiet- frozen in fear.
“Three days. Three days was all it would have taken to storm their dirty little hole,” he spat. “But the dragons, heartless as they were, loathed the thought of anyone taking away what they considered ‘theirs’.”
“So they burned down every city.”
Only the sound of breathing remained unnaturally loud- from who, you wondered. Was it you? It didn’t feel like it- you didn’t feel like you were breathing.
“The ruler of the dragons decided if they couldn’t have their empires then no one could have them,” Abbadon continued, every word smooth and hypnotizing even as he hissed them out. “Three days, and every city was burned. The amount of lives lost then- it was catastrophic. Not to mention how they must have felt. Three days, and dragons filled the sky, flames everywhere and bloodshed covering every area. Though they were all eventually eventually executed, it still doesn’t come close to repaying what they did.”
You didn’t notice Hoseok choke out a cry at his words, tears forming in his eyes. Abbadon only continued, eyes dull with pain and yet sharp with recollection at the same time.
“My family was one of those trapped, you know. I was only saved because I had to hunt animals then- I didn’t even find their remains, days after. All that remained was ashes all around.”
“The guild took me in, tried to give me a new life, but I said no. I only knew how to hunt animals- and even now, I still do my job. After all, don’t I have one in chains right now!?” He suddenly laughed, wild hatred present. “And to think! That I have the previous King’s son!”
“Why, I have the glory of putting an end to this evil bloodline,” he giggled. You wanted to throw up.
He turned around- you couldn’t quite keep yourself from biting your lip when he drew close.
“Knowing all that, doesn’t it make you regret ever standing up for it?” He sighed again.
“... So?” You eventually rasped out. “What does that have to do with Hoseok?”
He frowned. You continued, gritting your teeth.
“What does that have to do with him? So what if he’s that King’s son? That doesn’t mean that Hoseok is just like him!”
“Of course it does!” He spat at you, before calming down again. “No, no, I see now. You’ve spent too much time with it. It corrupted you. No matter, no matter… I’m not the type of person to kill someone innocent and manipulated by dragons to boot. I’ll let you go, on one condition,” he says, the smile remaining on his face. “I want you to kill it.”
“... What?” You stared at him in horrified disbelief. Still, he keeped smiling- manic, wild.
“If you won’t kill it, then I will. I’ll make sure to dispose of you after too,” he nonchalantly added, before visibly rethinking over his words. “Actually, nevermind. I think it’d be more fun to torture it.”
You felt bile rise up in your throat.
“If you’re really friends with this beast,” he hummed cheerfully, his tone becoming twisted as he gestured to Hoseok dramatically, “well, won’t you put it out of future misery then? I’ll even spare you, for finally coming to your senses.” He grinned. “Or- you could try to escape. But trust me, you’ll regret not accepting my deal.”
“Like hell I-!”
“Y/N,” Hoseok’s whimper was both a warning and a plea. You bit the inside of your cheek angrily- glaring instead at Abbadon who only gleefully smiled at your expression.
When you saw his smile, you snapped.
“You sick bastard, I hope you rot in hell, because that’s where murderers like you belong!”
“Y/N!”
You trembled from the force of the blow- a bright, red mark showing on your cheek as Abbadon’s smile turned dark. Behind him, Hoseok’s growl was loud, fury present in the deep rumble on his voice.
“Cheeky little thing,” Abbadon sighed, swiftly moving away from you as you struggled in your chains to claw him up. “Really. Never would’ve thought you to be this rude too, when we met. No matter, I’m not that petty.”
Backing up, he aimed a blow at your stomach, and then at your head- you cried out in pain again, this time too weak to even fight back. Your sense dulled- you could barely make out anything. For a moment, all you could hear and feel was the thud of your heartbeat-
Moments later, when you felt a rush of clarity in your brain, you were shivering on the floor, weak, injured- but unshackled.
In front of you was a sharp knife.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes, Missy. If your dragon isn’t dead by then, you can watch me as I punish it.” Abbadon’s voice echoed through the hallway. “Or you could join me, if you finally see the light.”
Thud
Thud
Thud
For a few moments you could only lie there in pain, groans leaving you, your heartbeat the only thing your mind could hold onto.
It was- hard to think. Hard to- feel. Brief flashes of pain flared up in your body, and you felt as if you would throw up-
But then your blurry eyes met Hoseok’s and the situation sunk in.
Why were you lying down?
You had to- you had to get up.
You had to get up- do something-
Your stomach hurt so much- and your head, god, your vision was still shaky, your hearing faint. Hoseok’s words barely registered in your brain. You didn’t even understand what he was saying.
But, you slowly thought, your legs weren’t injured. Neither were your arms.
You took a deep breath- whimpering in pain as you slowly got to your knees- and then to your feet.
Across you, Hoseok remained silent, still. No, no, no… that was bad. That was bad, right? Hoseok couldn’t- he had to keep going.
You took a step forward, your steps shaky- but still you continued. Think. Think. You had to get him out the chains somehow- find a way to free him, so you could escape together.
You forced yourself to go forward, your legs trembling as you reached him.
From where you were, you could see Hoseok’s eyes flutter open weakly. Unfocused- before they fell on you. Good, that was good, he was still conscious, you two still had hope. Now back to your main problem.
“... elf.”
You stared at the chains, still thinking. How, how how how? How were you going to get it off him?
“Y/N,” Hoseok whispered your name. You examined the chains- thick, metal, it was solid and obviously wouldn’t easily melt or break. Okay. Okay, so you had to look for another way.
“Y/N!” Hoseok’s yell was more of a groan- one that immediately took a toll on him as he coughed and hacked after. You immediately flinched, tearing up, even as your hands hovering uselessly above him as you soothed circles on his back.
“Sorry! Sorry- I’ll get you out, don’t worry, just…” You trailed off, frustrated with yourself. Hoseok caught one of your hands as you grabbed one of the chains again.
“Y/N, just go without me. Save yourself.”
The chain in your hand fell to the ground.
“Don’t say that,” you said, your voice calm, even as your hands quivered. “That’s not a good joke.”
“I-It’s not a joke.” Hoseok raised a hand to wipe away the tears forming in your eyes- or, at least he wanted to. Instead the bite of the metal around his arms kept him grounded. “Between the two of us, you’re much more needed. You should escape while you have the chance.”
You dryly laughed, the tears forming faster now.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Think about the quest, Y/N. Give up on me.”
“And I told you,” you seethed. “I won’t. So stop asking. Actually, shouldn’t we talk about what he said? Why didn’t you defend yourself?” You snapped, before deflating. “Is… is what he said before the reason why you wouldn’t let anyone get close to you in any way?”
The two of you lay there for a moment then- you, awaiting his response, even as you stubbornly continued your task to free him and Hoseok stubbornly avoided your gaze. It was only when you took his hands in your own, inspecting the chains around his wrists that you realized he was shaking.
"... I'm just scared," he finally whispered. "I didn’t want you to get close to me. I didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing. Because it’s instinct for us to shift, I feel like if I show even a fucking hint of this curse, I'll be proving everyone right... that I'm a monster just like him. I could hurt you easily even when I don’t want to. I just..."
Tears formed in his eyes and for once, you could see the resignation in his eyes. You stopped. "If there’s anything I know, it’s that I’m not someone people want to be near. Even if I seem nice, that doesn’t change the fact that I could easily kill at the same time… when we met, you seemed so nice and I wanted to be friends with you, but… I became scared that eventually you’d realize what they know. That afterwards, you’d be afraid of me too."
"But that's it. I'm not afraid,” you frustratedly told him, as the tears fell from your eyes, feeling a plethora of emotions inside you at his words. "Why would I be?"
“You heard it from him. I’m a mons-”
“Stop letting other people's words define you!”
For a moment it felt hard to breathe- rage and sorrow mixing in you as your emotions pushed you over the edge.
“You won't give yourself a chance because you just accept what other people say about you, like they know who you are, but you know what? Even if we’ve only been together for three weeks, even if I only got to actually spend time with you for only three days, the Hoseok I’ve seen so far isn't anything like that!”
“You hate yourself because you believe that you deserve only the worst, but please. I believe in you. I believe in the Hoseok that's kind and gentle, the one that smiles just from being able to make someone happy, the one that cries so easily because they read something sad, wearing his heart on his fucking sleeve, never even being able to lie because he knows how lies can hurt. The one that's honorable, and will fight for what's right. Being a dragon doesn't mean you aren't any of these things, it just means you have powers that others don't have. Being his son doesn’t mean you’re a carbon copy of him either. What you do with those powers- that's what makes you who you are.”
For a moment, after your rant, you breathed in slowly, carefully, all of a sudden feeling as though there was not quite enough air in the room. Still, you continued- and as your hands clutched your clothes, you felt something in your pockets. When you brought the item out-
You grinned wildly, for the first time since you woke up.
The Key of Eden fit snugly in your hand. Looking down, complicated as it was you could see the little keyholes that connected each chain, each one soon becoming undone as you pressed the key inside. With each chain that fell apart, you began to breathe easier. It was only when the last three remained that you began to speak again, determination hardening your voice.
“Even if the whole world says you're evil, Hoseok, how can you expect me to believe them when the whole time we've been together you've only been so far away from it?”
Clang
“Thinking it’s no good even before you try, giving up and just accepting their words and treating it as if it’s the truth…!”
Clang
As the second to last chain was unlocked, you looked him in the eye- ignoring how he stiffened under your hold.
“For once I want you to see yourself as someone that deserves to be heard, instead of something irredeemable.”
You reached down to free the last chain-
“I see you didn’t take my advice.”
-and found yourself gasping as your arms were harshly locked together, your body turned around. Abbadon- his face containing pity for you, never before had you wanted to strangle someone so badly- used one hand to keep you from doing anything.
You stilled when you saw the knife in his hand.
“While I wanted to give you a chance… It’s a pity,” he idly remarked. “I’ll make sure you have a nice view.”
You instinctively kicked behind you at his words- the sharp clang of the knife as it fell to the ground mixed with Abbadon’s pained yell, one that felt like music to your ears- a split second was all it took before you lunged for the knife and leapt away from him in turn.
When he got up, snarling, you were already on the other side of the room.
“Come now,” he said even as his teeth were gritted into the semblance of a smile. “Give me the knife.”
“I won’t let you hurt him,” your voice was firm- even if your throat rasped.
“But then who’ll stop me from hurting you?”
Your breath caught in your throat- you dived to the side, his hands almost catching the edges of your dress before you scrambled away, feeling behind you for anything- Hoseok’s alarmed yell as he tried to help you but found himself restrained.
And then you felt it. The click of a door. Your eyes widened in surprise- then you grinned triumphantly at him.
“I guess I found my answer,” you taunted him. To your surprise, he only laughed.
“Sure, missy! Take a look behind you, it’ll surely help you escape- from life, that is,” he mocked.
You took another step behind you as you looked back- then felt your knees get weak.
All this time, you hadn’t considered just where the two of you might be. After all, you were much more concerned with freeing yourselves. But now, as you looked over what had to be more than a hundred meters of drop, you wished you did, if only to contemplate how you would be escaping.
You were in Blackburn, the tower’s entrance behind you, lying several hundred feet above the ground- you could see miles and miles of the surrounding forest and mountains.
“I thought it would be fitting, to kill it in its own house. That said, you have two options,” Abbadon said, his voice calm again. “Either take a step into Death’s clutches, or embrace Life. What will it be?”
“My companions are looking for us. They’ll be here any moment. Even if you kill us, you’ll still be caught in the end.” Your mind raced with excuses, words, anything that you could use to threaten him- yet he only laughed.
“But you both will still be dead. It,” he jabbed a finger at Hoseok, who glared at him, “will be dead, and that’s all that matters to me. Besides, are you even sure they’ll be coming? This isn’t the easiest place to find, you know.”
“If I fall, Hoseok will save me. Or have you forgotten dragons can fly?”
“Will it? I don’t think it’s ever even shifted,” he scoffed. “Which is a good thing, really. I would’ve shot it straight if it did. But no, if not just the chains sapping away its magic, then the lack of unease he has with the chains should tell you he’s never even tried shifting. How else could it tolerate the chains? If it tried now- I'd give it 4 seconds before it shifts back.”
Abbadon slowly smiled again. “So, how will you be taking your chances now?”
It was obvious that Abbadon took Hoseok as nothing but an ant, not a threat, just something so worn down that he wouldn’t fight back, even if he was freed. With how much he seemed as if he’d given up earlier, the weak, sluggish movements, and the hatred he had for being who he was- you weren’t surprised, but still, you hated it all the same.
Your heart beat in your chest then- fast, hurried. Inside you, you could only feel fear, the situation being as it was-
-but then you met Hoseok’s eyes.
For once, they weren’t swimming in self-martyrdom or pity- but rather, in determination. You could see the support in his eyes, the decision he’d made. Trust me, he seemed to tell you.
Whatever fear you had then- it dissolved.
“Neither,” you spoke up, your gaze firm as you looked Hoseok in the eyes and smiled. Abbadon frowned, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not taking chances, because I know he’ll save me.”
Saying so, you took a step off the edge- and let yourself fall.
Thud
Thud
Thud-
"-Hoseok!" You screamed as you descended.
When you opened your eyes, instantly a burst of colors surrounded you, the grey walls of the tower being replaced by the vibrant scenery- the sky in itself being a mix of blue and white, with the vivid greenery of what had to be the forest-
The wind rushed around you, harsh, fierce, and you felt the urge to shut your eyes out of fear, but you kept them open, even if your sight blurred with tears. For a second, nothing- then-
You could faintly see the top of the tower collapse, dust and debris flying everywhere, and then a large mass of something diving after you.
A wheeze escaped you as leathery wings wrapped themselves around you. Heat, warmth that felt addicting to feel after the chill of the dungeons enveloped you, and for a few moments all other senses dulled. Though this time, it wasn’t from any outside force, but rather from the weeping sense of relief of finally being safe, the adrenaline keeping you hyper aware even now that the danger was gone, the added drop in altitude making your heart beat fast, too fast for your liking-
And then a flash of light- and you were wrapped securely in his arms. In Hoseok's arms. You held on to him tightly- and, even with your heartbeat pounding away at your ears you could finally feel the wind around you two settle down, and the gentle flap of what had to be his wings.
You shivered- Hoseok pulled you closer. Close and closer and you were close enough to smell the faint scent of smoke lingering on his clothes, and then-
Your feet touched stable ground. Your legs still trembling from the recent, you almost stumbled forward when you let go of him, but Hoseok only held you in turn- firm, gentle, and so you remained safe.
For a few seconds, you could only greedily take in gulps of air, your form still shivering, disregarding everything else. Then- you disentangled yourself from Hoseok, even as your hold on each other’s hands remained.
"You… you saved me," was all you could say. "I knew you would. Thank you for saving me."
Hoseok looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face."Y/N, I-"
"Y/N! Hoseok!”
You looked past Hoseok’s shoulder- the sound of footsteps becoming louder and louder, as you finally saw six familiar figures. The first to come near was, surprisingly enough, Seokjin- who smoothly pulled to a stop in front of you, shielding both you and Hoseok from Abbadon, who you just discovered was standing a distance aways from you two.
The next to arrive had been Namjoon- who looked at you with a worried look on his face, eyes darting from you to Abbadon. His eyes, when they met yours, widened and he looked away, face filled with something- and then Jungkook, who was obviously furious and also worried- Yoongi, who, while seemingly calm had a tight, neutral expression- and Jimin and Taehyung, lingering somewhere beyond your current view.
“Iron Butcher.” You’d never heard Seokjin’s voice so cold before, not even when directed at you- you trembled, for a moment, just hearing it- Hoseok’s hands squeezed yours in support. “Harming innocent people is against the law, as I’m sure you’d know.”
“Hah,” Abbadon scoffed. “That isn’t a person, that’s only a vicious beast. I’m merely upholding my job as a protector.”
“It has been years since the war,” Yoongi’s voice was without any emotion. “Hunting dragons and dragging in innocent civilians is a crime worthy of many years of jail, not to mention you went for the Prince and the Savior.”
“Your best option would be to surrender.”
“And if I don’t want to?” Abbadon giggled.
“We’ll fuck you up,” Jungkook snarled. “For daring to lay even a hand on them. On her.”
Your heart warmed at his words, even as you wanted to protest. For a moment, there was silence- and then-
“... Ahhh, fine. I know when I’m out of my league.” Abbadon’s voice was light, airy- he spoke as if you were only discussing a friendly match. You shivered at the familiar tone- now aware of the hidden darkness he could easily switch into. You burrowed your head in Hoseok’s chest- your grip on him tight, and while a part of you was afraid of his rejection- he only pulled you in closer, until all sounds were muffled.
You counted the sound of his heartbeats, trying to will your breathing to adapt to its rhythm. One, two, three, four…
You could hear someone’s words as they tried to soothe you, though you trembled not just from fear, but also exhaustion.
“... It’s okay now, Y/N...”
Yet again, you fell unconscious before you could hear the rest of his words.
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start a riot | jjk
→ synopsis ; movies lie. being in a hostage situation on christmas eve as a broke college student is nothing like jungkook could’ve ever imagined.
→ word count ; 1452
→ genre ; heist!au | fluff | angst
→ pairings ; broke boi!jk x thief!y/n
→ warnings ; hostage situation, mentions of guns, general headassery
→ a/n ; this is for kwritersworld’s christmas event !! i chose prompt four, which is ‘a is robbing the bank on christmas eve and b is a hostage but a is really nice- wait what ?’ and ofc i had to pick broke!jk because what’s better than harassing my bias though fanfic ??? nothing
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When Jungkook heard someone in a deep, soulful voice start singing Mariah Carey’s ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’, he nearly sent his head through the glass panel separating him and the bank teller.
Jungkook was, unfortunately, broke. Begging his bank to give him money on Christmas Eve wasn’t the most glamorous thing he’s done, but he cannot survive on eighty-nine cent packets of ramen forever. He felt bad, having to resort to making artwork for his friends and family for the holiday, not even scraping enough money to buy something of substance to eat.
Of course, tomorrow will be another story. Jungkook will get money from his parents, feel guilty about it for a month, then try to convince them that yes, music was the thing that was going to get him somewhere.
“Mr. Jeon. I’m afraid that another loan will make your credit score plumet.” The lady spoke, the glare of the computer screen harsher than it needs to be. Jungkook wished he could be swallowed by his hoodie, never to be seen again. The singing continued, growing louder. “I wish I could help you. Would you like to take money out of your savings account instead?” She frowned at the screen.
“Not really. Is there a way I-“ A deafening gunshot pierced Jungkook’s ears, and he flinched violently, covering his ears as he ducked. The soulful singing continued, unwavering, as the security guard fell injured to the floor. “What the fuck-“ Jungkook laughed anxiously, staying low to the floor.
“Everybody on the fucking ground, now!” A voice shouted, and compliant, Jungkook sat on the ground, hands covering his head.
“Oh great. I’m broke and I’m gonna die in a fucking stick up.” Jungkook muttered to himself, hands shaking.
“Staff, alert the police and we’ll light this place up, leaving no survivors.” A voice giggled, and Jungkook cocked his head. There are three people, one girl, and two guys, assuming that the person singing is a guy. Looking up, he saw a taller man covered in all black with a santa mask on, and a shorter man and woman with elf masks on.
“Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!” The man with the santa masked laughed, AK-47 hanging loose in his fingertips. “I’ve heard you’ve all been very naughty, so we’ve come to take what you don’t deserve.” Santa hummed, walking confidently towards the bank tellers.
“Doesn’t Santa give naughty kids coal?” One person asked in a monotone voice. Jungkook nearly laughed, choking it back rather disgracefully.
“Santa will put a bullet in your foot if you keep making smart-ass comments, Mister.” Santa spoke, a clear smirk in his voice. “Besides, we don’t want to hurt anyone. We’ve just come for the money, that’s about it.” He shot out the glass that leads to the back of the bank, startling the staff.
“Hm-“ Black boots came into Jungkook’s view, and he looked up to face an elf’s mask. The woman giggled as she looked down at him, and afraid, Jungkook pressed himself against the teller’s desk. “You’re cute.” He heard the smile in her voice. “Boys!” She called, and both men faced in her direction. “You promised we wouldn’t hurt any people. Especially not this one.” She gestured to Jungkook, and he sat up, shocked.
“We don’t pick favorite hostages, asshat.” The other elf spat.
“I do as I please, dumbfuck.” She spat back, before looking back at Jungkook. “Wish I met you another way. Maybe I could’ve given you my number.” She sighed.
“Stop flirting with the hostage.” Santa barked, and Jungkook couldn’t help but blush, ducking his head. “We have shit to do, guys. Like, you know, rob this bank and get the fuck out of here?” He gestured to the safes, and both elves nodded.
“I’ll keep watch. You two bust open the safes.” She hummed, surveying the hostages. Two women, probably in their late twenties, with a young child, two men, also in their late twenties, an older couple, teenage twins with their parents, and then the cute one. Truthfully, she’s dealt with worse.
“Try not to make out with him while we’re back there.” Santa gestured to Jungkook, and he ducked his head as the elf flipped Santa off. The two men headed towards the back, leaving the woman alone with the rest of the people in the bank.
Then the toddler started crying. Hysterically.
“Can you shut your fucking child up?” One of the men growled, head low to the ground. The woman scoffed, holding her child close.
“Can you shut the fuck up? She’s a baby, of course she’s going to be afraid, asshole.” The woman spat back, and the elf chuckled, shaking her head.
“Be fucking rude again and I’ll put a bullet through your foot, sir.” The elf hummed, turning as she surveyed the ceiling. She approached the couple and their child. “I’m really good with children, would you like me to take her and calm her down?” She asked, and the women looked less than compliant, cradling their screaming child close.
The elf frowned, before turning and sending several bullets into all different directions towards the ceiling. Sparks flew, and the hostages yelped at the loud sounds. Jungkook looked up, realizing one of the security cameras he could see was destroyed by a bullet. “Sorry for the loudness-“ She pulled off her elf mask, revealing a gorgeous girl with lime green hair. “I just needed to take out the security cameras before I could do this.” She hummed.
“And if we describe you to a police sketch artist?” The old lady asked, and she shrugged.
“Good luck.” She approached the couple with the young child again. “I just want you guys to see that I can be trusted. I’m Riot.” She smiled, bending down in front of the couple. “I promise no harm will come to your child. I just want to calm her down.” Riot hummed.
Jungkook’s brain could not keep up. At this point, he thought he would’ve been dead by now. Instead, a pretty girl with lime green hair who wore an elf’s mask was flirting with him, and wanted to keep the hostages calm and safe. No movie could have prepared him for this.
Riot managed to scoop the baby girl in her arms, rocking her slowly as she paced around the hostages. “You guys can sit comfortably, if you’d like. We don’t steal from people who aren’t swimming in cash, so don’t worry about your bank accounts being touched.” She assured the hostages, and everyone shifted slowly, nervous towards the robber’s kindness.
Riot began to spark up conversation with the older couple, rocking the now quiet child in her arms. She went around, getting along surprisingly well with the rest of the group.
“Pretty boy.” Riot smiled, approaching Jungkook. “What are your plans for Christmas?” She asked, and Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head.
“This is fucking crazy. You know, you’re really nice for someone who’s robbing a bank with her friends.” Jungkook commented, and Riot smiled warmly, cocking her head. “It’s Jungkook, by the way. I’m here because I’m broke. I was going to beg the bank to give me a little more money.” He shrugged, and Riot frowned.
“College?” Jungkook nodded. “Hm. I’ve been there. Dropped out, now I do this for a living.” Riot shrugged, “It’s pretty fun, you should try it sometime.”
“It’s also illegal.” Jungkook raised his eyebrows, and Riot giggled.
“That’s only if you get caught.” She smiled, and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile with her.
“Goddammit Riot, you always fucking do this.” The other elf grumbled, two duffle bags stuffed with money hanging off of his shoulders. Riot huffed, getting up and giving the little girl back to her parents.
“Fuck off. I’m sorry I’m nice, dickhead.”
Santa chuckled, shaking his head. “Here, these are yours.” He handed Riot two duffel bags, and she slung them over her shoulders, putting the elf mask back on. “Pleasure doing business with you.” Santa waved towards the staff, and Riot nodded.
“It was nice meeting all of you!” She waved, and she dug through her duffel bag, approaching Jungkook with a stack of twenties. “Here, just a little Christmas present.” She hummed, and Jungkook took the money from her hands in awe.
“Riot, I-“
“Shh, it’s fine. As long as you don’t tell.”
They left quickly, way before any of the cops could show up on the scene. Jungkook hid the money in his large coat, lying to the cops as he didn’t want to sell out the nice, pretty robber.
When he finally got back to his dorm, there was a message from Twitter glowing on his computer screen.
@y/n ; pretty boy !! i found you !!
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love in ten
day two, part one
♡ very ♡
>pairings: taehyung x reader
>genre: college au, fluff, crack (?)
>a/n: i really don’t know what happened to that ending and also, sorry if the instructions doesn’t make sense, im not a teacher
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You were about to head off to Taehyung’s dorm when you stopped in front of your door as you were heading out. Your heart was beating quickly and you didn’t know if it’s because you were excited or if you were nervous. You didn’t know what to do and how well this would end up. You are by yourself after all and you have no one to help you lift up an awkward situation or stop you from being too weird. Quickly, you called Joon on your phone, popping in your earphones.
“Are you okay??” Was the first thing he said. You hated phone calls and the only time you would ever call was if it was a quick “where are you” if they weren’t answering their texts or if it was an emergency. Right now, it’s an emergency.
“nOOo,” you whined. Your heart was beating faster and you managed to turn around and lock your front door.
“There’s literally nothing to be nervous about,” he replies, knowing exactly why you were feeling this way. You did text him all morning about it.
“What do you MEAN nothing?? There’s literally pLENTY of things to get nervous about.”
“What happened to the now optimistic Yn?”
“She’s dead.”
“Ahh, bummer. She was good while she lasted.”
“Now what do I dooOoo??”
“Have you left your house yet?”
“I’m outside my door..”
“Well keep walking and get over there. He’s waiting!”
“But what if I’m too weird or it gets too awkward? Should I just run off and never talk to him again and just tell my professor that I have issues and have to do the project alone?”
“Why do you always over think things?” He says in a sigh.
“Because that’s all I’m good at.” He laughs at this because it was true.
“Don’t worry about anything, I’m sure that he’ll find your weird self charming.”
“But what if he doesn’t,” you pout. Namjoon can see it just by hearing your voice.
“Are you pouting right now?”
“Maybe..”
“Well if he doesn’t ,well he sucks and doesn’t deserve you anyways. Just go on! Don’t let a boy stop you from getting a good grade.”
“You’re right,” you sigh. “I’ll try to just focus on my work, now’s not the time to fall in love.”
“Good girl. Act like you haven’t fallen yet.”
“Shut up,” you say as he chuckles.
“Good luck and goodbye Yn. Text me when you get there yeah?”
“Of course.” You hang up and sigh. Namjoon’s voices floated around your head. He’ll find your weird self charming. If he doesn’t he doesn’t deserve you anyways. Don’t let a boy stop you from getting a good grade.
“But what if I want a good grade AND a boyfriend by the end of this?” You said to yourself out loud.
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Room 613. Knock and come in. That’s what he said to do. But wouldn’t that be weird? Just walking in by yourself even if you did knock? What if he forgot or his roommates didn’t know and you walk into something you’re not supposed to see?
You knock once. No answer. Twice. Nothing. You furrow your brows. Maybe he’s not home. Your eyes drop to the door knob and without thinking, your hand wraps around it and twists it open.
You tumble in by accident and your eyes grew wide. You felt like you were trespassing.
“Took you awhile,” you heard. You look up and see Taehyung standing there, munching on an apple in his hand.
“H-hi.”
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“He said it was online right?” He asks you. The two of you were crouched on the ground, a laptop in front of Taehyung.
“Yeah, our names should be on the list with the subject we’re doing the project on.”
“Ah, found it.” He hums as he scrolls through the list looking for the two of your names.
“Love. How do you know if someone is in love with someone else?” Your eyes grew wide.
“T-that’s our topic?” you ask in disbelief. Taehyung nods. “What do we have to do?”
“Uhh.. well, it says here “Observe a friend or family member. How does one act when they like someone? List some behaviors you found that people tend to do when they’re attracted to a person and apply psychological aspects. Each partner must write an essay on your findings.” He turns to you after reading and you purse your lips.
“Inchresting,” you say slowly.
“Do you want to observe one of my friends or yours?”
“We can do one of mines. It would probably be easier if we do my friend Jin because I think I know who he likes, but I’m not sure because he hasn’t said anything about it.”
“Great, how are we going to “observe” him though?” He asks, he puts air quotes around the word ‘observe.’ He felt like ‘stalk’ was a better word for it.
“He works at the cafe by school with the girl I think he likes. Maybe we could start there?”
“Okay, sounds good then.” As simple as that, he closes his laptop and puts it away, getting up at the same time. You follow. “So we’re just observing him right? Then we’ll write separate essays on it?” You nod.
“I guess so, that’s what the instructions said.”
“It was pretty vague though. I guess if we have any questions we can just email him.” You nod again. The two of you stood there in silence. You think to yourself if you have anything else to say but nothing was coming up.
“Do we have anything else to discuss or are we good to go?” He says, his hands were now in his pockets and he was rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes.
“Um, I don’t think so,” you say softly. “We’re starting tomorrow though, right?”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to ask that-- Yeah, we’ll start tomorrow.”
“Okay cool. Umm,” you look up at him and he’s just looking down at you waiting for what you have to say. “I’ll just go and uh, if you need anything just text me.” With that you nod and begin to walk out. He didn’t try to stop you or anything, just simply waved and said bye. But as you grab the handle, the door pushes open, startling you.
“O-h,” the person on the other side says. You were guessing it was Taehyung’s roommate. “Shoot, sorry.” He says with wide eyes.
“It’s okay,” you smile, trying to get around him to go out.
“Oh wait,” he says, stopping you. “Hyung, is this your partner for that psych project thing?” He calls over your shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s Yn.” Taehyung says somewhere behind you.
“She’s so cute!” The younger man says cheerfully, looking down at you. He had a bunny like smile and he playfully taps the top of your head.
“Yeah, very, now let her go, she’s been trying to get out since you got here.”
“You literally act like she’s been waiting forever, it’s literally been like five seconds,” the man says, rolling his eyes.
“I’m Jungkook by the way, now go on,” He says, stepping to the side and pushing the door with one arm, open, so that you can go through. “You’re free now little elf.” You furrow your brows, but you try to stifle a laugh. He was weird. You like this man.
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