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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 3 years

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to thirteen years of cas and of the greatest love story ever told...an empty rescue fic for y’all :) 2.3k, read on ao3 here

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After a while, Castiel gets tired of watching. He’s practically dreaming all the time, but he’s so tired.

Eternal sleep is not restful.

He can’t leave the Empty, but he manages to mold it, with his mind, into a theater. He went to one once, with Dean, and there are probably nicer theaters, like those for plays and operas, but this movie theater is right for him. If he concentrates, he can almost smell burnt, buttery popcorn and spilled soda and old carpet, and Dean right next to him, aftershave and car oil and whiskey.

Almost.

The scenes unfold in a memorable order, because they’re Cas’s own memories. At first, he tried to jump in, alter the scene, but he’s powerless. So, like clockwork, he watches. He’s saving Dean in hell. He’s being stabbed in the chest by the same man he raised. He’s asking Dean to get answers from Alastair and then almost getting the grace pressed out of him. He’s slamming his palm onto a bloody sigil. He’s--

Everything, all of his twelve years on earth, pass by, over and over and over again.

Right now, it’s an early scene, not far into the cycle. It’s not one of his favorites, because he can see the expression on his face, remembers exactly how he felt. Remembers that he he was feeling at all.

“That was a pretty awkward kiss, huh?”

Cas turns sharply at the sound of Dean’s voice. Of course, Dean does talk in this scene, before he kisses Anna. But this Dean is sitting next to him, frowning at the screen.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Cas says.

“I know.”

Chances are this is just the Empty trying to mess with him. Last week a random trashcan showed up in his theater. Or maybe it was last year, or a millenia ago, or five minutes from now. Time is weird.

They keep watching in silence. On the screen, in the memory, Cas’s head jerks away from the sight of Dean and Anna kissing. The scene flips then, to a park at night, Anna right in front of Cas, no Dean in sight.

“For the first time, I feel...” Memory-Cas says.

“It gets worse,” Anna warns.

“So your first feeling….” Dean starts.

“It was something.” Cas can’t look at him. The scene on-screen changes.

Dean, to his merit, doesn’t press.

The memories progress through the year they spent trying to stop the apocalypse, the year that ended with Sam diving into the pit and Dean going off to Lisa’s. Then through Cas starting to work with Crowley, a conversation that happened right behind Dean without his knowledge.

On-screen, Cas is watching Dean rake leaves. The expression on his face is nearly mournful. After a moment, Crowley steps into view.

“Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day, is it?” Crowley says.

“What are you doing here?” Memory-Cas asks.

“I want you to help me help ourselves.”

“Speak plain.”

Crowley smirks. “I want to discuss a simple business transaction. That’s all.”

“You want to make a deal? With me? I’m an Angel, you ass. ”

The scene flips again.

“Is there a way to pause this?” Dean asks.

Cas shakes his head. “It just does this, on a loop. I can’t sleep. The Empty won’t let me.” He puts a hand on the armrest between them. “I forced the theater up, to make it better.”

“It looks a lot like that theater we went to once.”

“I know.” Cas stares at Dean for a moment, looks away.

Many of these scenes are things Dean knows of. Cas works with Crowley, gets locked in a ring of fire, feels his chest seize up as Dean looks back for a moment. Watches the Leviathans lead him to a lake. They meet again on porch steps, Cas unable to remember who he is but still able to figure out that Dean is important. Cas gets his memories back, takes on Sam’s hell trauma. They go to Purgatory, Cas stays behind. It’s like clockwork.

Until.

“I don’t remember that,” Dean says slowly, watching himself die on the screen. “You never--you’ve never killed me.”

“Yes and no.” Cas knows what’s coming next--he’s going to kill Dean thousands of times. Each one is the same, with Cas in tears as these copies, mock-ups of Dean struggle, beg and plead, tell him not to. Each time, Naomi makes him do it again.

Until, finally, he doesn’t hesitate.

And she says he’s ready.

As they watch that scene in the crypt unfold, with the real Dean at Cas’s mercy, Dean leans forward, putting his elbows on his thighs and propping his chin in his hands. “You lied.”

“Hm?”

“You said you didn’t know what broke the connection.” Dean twists his head to look at Cas. “But you did.”

“I did,” Cas assents.

They watch Cas ride cross-country on a bus, pulling out his phone and almost calling Dean over and over again.

“Is there a way that we can see some of my memories?” Dean asks.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”.

Dean shrugs. “Well, I am here, and you figured out how to make a friggin movie theater, so I think I can do it.”

The image on the screen shudders, coalesces, breaks into a million pieces and then reforms. Dean is standing on the edge of a lake, picking up Cas’s coat, still covered in Leviathan goo. “You dumb son of a bitch,” Memory-Dean mutters, wrapping up the coat in his arms.

The scene flickers again--the coat in those same hands, moving from car to car to car, and then being passed to Cas. “I always knew you’d come back ,” Memory-Dean says. It’s a soft scene, almost, but then it flips to Dean seizing a monster’s collar in purgatory. He’s covered in blood and grime as he shoves the monster up against a tree, practically growling, “Where’s the angel?”

Even after the monster answers, Dean guts him.

It’s a cycle. The memory blurs through sleepless nights, through Dean stepping into streams to pray, prayers Cas knows well. It pushes past Cas letting go of Dean’s arm in the portal, and here’s something else new: Dean sees Cas on the side of the road, sees him outside the window while it pours down rain, sitting bolt upright at the phantom sight of Cas’s face.

“Why are you here?” Cas finally asks. This must really be Dean, after all. The Empty wouldn’t know these things, wouldn’t be able to dream them up. They’re too good, too honest.

“To bring you home.” Dean kicks the back of the seat in front of him, leans back in his own chair.

“I can’t go home.”

“You should.” The scene on screen rapidly changes--it’s Dean as he looks now, carrying a little boy on his back. The little boy is blonde, round-faced, holding onto Dean’s neck for dear life, laughing as Dean swings around.

“Is that--” No, it can’t be.

“Yep. He’s four, you know.” Dean clears his throat. “He misses you.”

“I wish I could have gotten to say good-bye.” Cas trails off.

“Come home. Then you never have to say it.”

Cas shakes his head. On the screen, Dean is reading to Jack, Jack following the words with a chubby finger. “It would be...awkward.”

“How?” Dean raises an eyebrow. “We’re family, dude. Jack misses you, Sam misses you, and Eileen’s been hanging around, and me…” Dean clamps his mouth shut.

That’s why.

“Things aren’t going to be the same. Not after…” Cas takes a deep breath. “What I said. We won’t be able to ignore it.”

“Then we won’t.”

“Dean--”

“You don’t know?” Dean’s eyebrows furrow. “You don’t know. Okay. I, uh…” The screen turns black.

“You what?” Cas is almost afraid to know.

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

The blackness unfurls into Billie’s library, Dean standing in front of her. They’re clearly in the middle of a conversation.

“What do you want me to say?” Memory-Dean asks. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t matter. ”

“Don’t you?” Billie replies.

“I couldn’t save Mom. I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.”

“Dean--” Cas starts, but Dean just looks at the floor, like he’s trying to avoid this.

“You really believe that,” Billie says. “You wanna die.”

“When was this?” Cas asks, speaking over the rest of Billie’s statement.

“It was...right before we, uh, got the call from you. That you were back.” Dean leans his head all the way up, looks at what would be the movie theater’s ceiling, if it wasn’t in the void. “I had a bad time. I…I would show it to you. But I don’t want you to see me like that. I held it together enough to wrap your body and burn it…”

“Hunter’s funeral.”

“Only kind I know how to do.” Dean swallows, audibly. “I’m doing what I can now. Having Jack to take care of, and Eileen around, too, helps. But it’s…” He finally looks at Cas again. “Please let me take you home. Please come home with me.”

Cas would do anything for Dean Winchester. He has done anything for him before. So he will grant him this, at least the illusion, because Cas knows he can’t leave the Empty. He’s trapped here for eternity.

He takes Dean’s hand.

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There is a little boy crawling on him.

“Daddy,” the boy says, poking his face, “I know you’re awake.”

“Jack,” Dean says, from somewhere up above, “Cas is still sleeping.”

Cas blinks rapidly. “‘M not.”

“Shouldn’t’ve said that.” Dean releases Jack, and Jack fully clambers onto Cas.

“I missed you,” Jack says.

“I missed you too.” Cas holds onto him, tight. He’s so small, like he’s supposed to be. A kid. Safe.

Cas thinks he might be in Dean’s bed.

The bunker, he discovers, looks much the same. He was gone for four months, in which time Dean and Sam took care of Chuck, Jack became a kid, and Eileen became a permanent fixture. When Dean and Sam aren’t looking, she signs to Cas, “He already looks better.”

“Who, Dean?” Cas signs back.

Eileen nods. “He had a pretty bad time.”

Dean turns around then, and Eileen presses a finger to her lips.

There’s not a quiet moment for the rest of the day. Sam explains what happened--”You might be human now,” he says, and Cas replies, “I’m not tired yet.”--and Jack wants Cas to read to him and play Barbies and racecars and puppets (apparently Dean built Jack’s little puppet theater, which--).

After dinner (spaghetti and meatballs, and Dean has a Coke instead of beer, Cas notices), everyone goes off to bed, and Cas realizes he is tired, which is something to think about.

He starts to head to the room he typically stays in, but Dean seizes the top of his arm. “Nope, you’re coming with me.” Dean drags Cas down the hall towards his room.

Cas hadn’t gotten a good luck at it earlier, what with Jack climbing all over him, but he sees it now. Dean’s bed unmade, scraps of random paper littered across the dresser, a picture Cas recognizes because he and Dean are wearing cowboy hats, and now he knows how Dean was really doing right before that case in Dodge City--

There’s also a dent in the wall. That’s new.

Dean follows Cas’s gaze. “I chucked a whiskey bottle at it. Sam took the rest of my stash the next day.” Dean steps over, brushing the drywall’s cracks with his fingers. “I didn’t fix it up so I wouldn’t forget.”

I couldn’t save Cas. I can’t even save a scared little kid. Sam keeps trying to fix it, but I just keep dragging him down. So I’m not going to beg. Okay, if it’s my time, it’s my time.

“Dean,” Cas says, “Tell me in words.”

“What?” Dean turns away from the wall. “Tell you what?”

“You know.”

Dean swallows, licks his lips. “I’d say don’t ever do that again on the whole dying thing, but I said that to you once and you didn’t listen. And maybe if I say it the right way now, you’ll stay, but…” Dean slumps, sits on the bed. “You can’t leave again.”

Cas touches the wall himself before sitting next to Dean on the bed. “I’m not going to.” He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to touch Dean.

Dean touches him instead, leaning into Cas, finding one of Cas’s hands, holding it tight. He’s crying, Cas realizes. “I love you,” Dean says into their joined hands, then his chest wracks with a sob. “I was always so sure that if--” another sob, “If I said it, you’d leave. Get taken away from me.”

“I’m not going to leave,” Cas repeats.

He isn’t sure how long they sit like that, but Dean finally straightens up, lets go of Cas’s hand, wipes his eyes with the back of his own. “Pajamas,” Dean says, standing and crossing to the dresser. “We gotta get you some of your own, but…” He digs a pair of sweats out of the drawer and tosses them to Cas. “These’ll do for tonight.”

Cas doesn’t ask if he can stay. Dean doesn’t ask him to leave.

With the lights out, it’s pitch black, almost as inky as the Empty, but Cas can hear Dean breathing, so close to him. The bed is almost too small for both of them, so they’re nearly chest-to-chest. Hardly ever have they been this close. Never did Cas dare to dream it.

In the dark, under the covers, the world outside of this room, Dean kisses him. It’s flat, soft, a brush of lips, the barest ghost, but it’s enough. More than enough.

Cas is home.

#offbeatwrites #it's DEANCASAVERSARY #IT'S CAS DAY #IT'S CAS'S BIRTHDAY #it's also one of my best friend's birthdays she has the best birthday huh #anyways I don't really know where this fic came from I just went hey. what if cas hadmovie theater #and I LOVEEEEE the trope of them showing each other their memories. there was so much stuff that if they'd just TALKED about it..........#god.#anyways! enjoy :)#also yeah minor similarities to a drabble I wrote this summer #that was very much an accident but I think they're different enough

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i-see-thevision · 5 years

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When Sparks Fly (M)

Part of ‘Heaven or Hell’ my Stray Kids Demon/Angel!au Series

Name: Bang Chan

Status: Demon

Special Abilities: Electrokinesis; Teleportation

Summary: In which you’re just a girl who finds solace in sitting on her terrace. And Chan is just a demon who’s become infatuated with how your legs swing.

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content; Unprotected Sex (Wrap it before you tap it kids!); Virgin!Reader; A tiny bit of violence; Technical stalking??; Chan being himself lmao

• • •

The world is a funny place.

At least that’s what you thought.

Being a newly turned 21 year old, the world expected you to be out drinking and partying every night. But here you sat, on the railing of the terrace of your apartment.

You had just barely moved in, and you have already spent more time out on the terrace than in your own home. But the beauty of fresh air couldn’t be compared to anything, not even the excitement of a new apartment. Which again, most would disagree with.

You sat watching the people below. Watching their interactions, their basic movements. You were high up enough that no one would bother looking up to see you but you could still see them clearly.

People nowadays were just so odd. Everyone was so self-indulgent and conceded, even if it was completely unintentional. You never really thought much of the saying “stop and smell the roses,” until you moved out on your own.

But it’s true. Getting lost in the big picture often prevents people from cherishing the small moments that make it all worthwhile. It’s appreciating those little things, those small moments, that make you a little different from most people.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing in your back pocket.

You pulled it out to see who it was. You rolled your eyes when you read your boss’s name. Not that you didn't like your boss, you did. She was very reasonable and quite sweet. But a call from her usually meant that someone called out last minute and you were going to have to fill in for them. And you were very much enjoying your quiet time out on the terrace. But despite your irritation, you slid your thumb across the screen.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Kwon.” Your voice sounding as cheery as ever.

“Good afternoon, Y/n! I hope you're liking your new apartment! I do have a favor to ask of you, Tess has called out sick and I need someone to cover her evening shift. Would you be able to come at six?”

“Sure thing, Ms. Kwon. I’ll cover for her.” You forcibly smiled even though she couldn't see you, listening to her words of thanks before hanging up.

As soon as the call ended you looked at the time. It was half past three.

With a heavy sigh, you stood up to go back inside. A shower was in order before work and you would need time to dry your hair.

By the time 5:30 rolled around, you were were on the bus and headed to the movie theater in which you worked.

• • •

Earth was a funny place.

At least that’s what Chan thought.

Chan was a demon, spending his days roaming around Earth because the whole ‘murdering humans for fun’ stereotype wasn't really his thing.

He was actually quite relaxed for a demon. Really only interacting with humans if he had to. He lived in an abandoned building just outside of Seoul, because generally, he wanted to stay away from humans.

Now from the outside, his place looked uninhabited and uninviting. Which was entirely his intention. But on the inside, he prided himself on making his place look like the inside of an Elle Decor magazine. It was quite modern but also had a retro flair to it. And despite him never having any guests, Chan still wanted his place to be impressive, even if it was just for him.

Chan’s desire to be isolated from humans but still near the closest big city was a bit contradictory, even to him. But the only reason he liked being so close to Seoul was his fascination for the city aesthetic.

He loved the city for its buildings, for its lights, for its bustling nature. He loved watching humans roam around the busy streets from the tops of buildings, wondering how one individual could live their life so entirely different from the next.

It puzzled him, how the strings of human lives could be so intertwined but still harbor the possibility of two never meeting.

The sound of thunder booming in the distance brought Chan out of his deep contemplation.

His gaze shifted upwards, holding his hand out to feel the oncoming rain drops. He pushed himself onto his feet, ready to make his escape from the down pour he could feel coming.

Not that he minded the rain, thunder storms were probably his favorite thing in the world, being as he could create and manipulate lighting. He was quite fond of the bright flashes that came like a rip in the inky night sky, as if behind the dark canvas was a brilliant light just waiting to flood through any crack no matter how small.

He found cover from the rain under the umbrella of a nearby table, right outside one of his favorite restaurants. He sat down in one of the chairs, content washing over him as he listened to the sound of the rain and thunder crackling above him.

He peeked his head out from underneath the umbrella from time to time, tensing his body and watching the lightning stay in the sky just a little longer than normal. He then let the energy from the storm fuel him, cupping his hands in front of him and watching little sparks form between them. A content sigh left his lips.

It was probably time to head home.

• • •

By the time your shift ended, you were exhausted. Completely wiped and ready to collapse onto your bed.

You checked the time on your phone as you waited quietly for the bus to arrive at the bus stop. It was twenty after midnight, and completely down pouring. You felt a chill flow through your body at the lowering temperature along with the creepy vibe of the city at night.

You watched as the bus pulled up, making a run for it as you did not have an umbrella with you.

No one else got on with you, probably due to the time of night, and there was just one other person already on the bus. So you sat right up front, knowing the drive to your apartment wouldn't be too long.

You quietly hummed to yourself as you watched the lights of signs and people walking the sidewalk pass by at an accelerated pace. Before you could even finish the song you were humming, which albeit was probably prolonged due to lack of concentration, you were getting off the bus at the bus stop closest to your house.

You thanked the bus driver as you stepped onto the sidewalk, making sure to wave at him before he drove off. You would consider yourself to be more polite than most but that’s simply because you believe that you should make up in areas others lacked.

You had no other choice but the let the rain drench you, only adding to the chill you already felt flowing through you.

The only thing on your mind on your walk to your apartment was your terrace. Thankfully you had an awning over yours, so you could be free to sit out there whether it be rain or shine. The thought of listening to the rain with a book and a mug of hot tea in hand, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, the city lights in full view, hearing the thunder boom and watching the lighting flash across the night sky, was all you could think of. A calmness washed over you at the thought. Keeping you collected even while walking past the creepy dark alleyways you had to pass on your way home.

Despite the peaceful feeling, you noticed yourself letting out a breath of relief when you enter your apartment and lock the door behind you.

“Finally, some me time.” You sighed out loud, putting your bag on the ground next to the couch and walking into your kitchen. Immediately, you filled the kettle and put it on the stove to boil. You opened your cabinet of many teas and decided on chamomile, feeling like getting a good nights sleep tonight.

While waiting for the kettle to boil, you took a quick shower and changed into something more comfy and, quite frankly, less popcorn smelling.

You settled on a pair of leggings, a sweatshirt, and some thick fuzzy socks before you heard the kettle make its incessant whistling.

After turning the stove off, pouring the now boiling water in a mug and placing the tea bag in, you walked over to the sliding glass doors that stood between you and your terrace tea time.

Quickly grabbing a blanket from the couch, you slid open the door and stepped outside. The cool air immediately engulfed you, but you found the chill quite refreshing.

You didn't have any furniture out here yet, but you were planning on getting a loveseat or some recliners or something. For now though, you were content with simply sitting on the concrete with a blanket wrapped around you.

You took several sips of your tea, overlooking the city. Silently wondering if anyone else was up this late as well.

• • •

Chan watched his feet scuffle along the sidewalk, the rain completely soaking him from head to toe. But he intentionally did this, enjoying the feeling of walking home, despite him not having to.

A quiet bark caught Chan’s attention. Turning his head to the right, he noticed a small dog wagging its tail playfully at him. There was no one around with the little pup, he deduced. Maybe it’s a stray.

“Hey little guy, where’s your owner?” He smiles softly at the cute little dog, bending down to pet him. Without any fear, the very wet dog ran up to Chan, licking the hand he tried to pet him with. Chan laughed, noticing the dog had a collar.

“So you do have an owner?” Chan says while reading the address on the dog’s collar tag. “We better get you home then, huh?”

Chan was familiar with that street name, at least he was pretty sure it was the next street over. So he bent down to pick up the dog in his arms, holding him close to his chest.

“Alright bud, hold on tight.” Chan smirked before teleporting to where he thought he remembered seeing that street’s sign.

To his delight, he was correct. And the dog didn't seem too freaked out either, which was a plus. A lot of times with teleportation, it can feel odd if you’re not used to it. And especially with animals it’s tough, but this little guy seemed to be perfectly fine with it.

With his attention back on the world, he noticed a young man yelling out for his dog. Catching on rather quickly, Chan put the dog on the ground and watched as its ears perked up and it ran toward its owner. A smile etched its way onto his face as he watched the two reunite in the rain.

Chan turned to walk back to where he came from but stopped when he heard a soft, pretty voice humming from above him.

He shifted his gaze further up the apartment building, shielding his eyes from the rain with his hand, to see a girl. A blanket delicately hanging from her shoulders, a mug in hand, and her eyes glued to the city lights.

But specifically, he watched how her cute little legs were slid through the horizontal beams of the terrace she sat on, swinging softly.

It was long past midnight, and not at all warm outside. He wondered what exactly she was doing out in the rain this late at night.

She was pretty high up, and for whatever reason, Chan found himself teleporting to the terrace above hers to try and get a better look at the girl he suddenly became so fascinated with.

• • •

You were humming absentmindedly, kicking your feet and feeling the cold air surround them. The beautiful city lights had captured your attention the moment you sat down.

But soon enough your attention was drawn to the barking of a dog below you.

You looked down to see a guy around your age with shaggy blonde hair place a small dog on the ground, watching as it ran towards its owner whom you recognized, he lived a couple floors below you.

Your lips formed into a smile as the dog licked his owners already wet face, happy to be home. But then you looked at the guy who seemed to be responsible for reuniting the two. He was looking fondly at the two reuniting as well, just standing underneath the raindrops, a soft smile on his lips. You wondered why he didn't take credit for bringing the little guy back home, instead keeping his distance and turning to leave.

You then wondered what time it was, pulling your phone out of your sweatshirt pocket and checking the time.

1:14 AM

“Wow, I’ve been out here for quite a while now.” You then chuckled, “Guess I’m not the only one up so late.” Your gaze drifted back down to where the shaggy blonde stood, only to find him gone.

You looked around to find him maybe heading off in another direction. You only looked at your phone for all of 3 seconds, he couldn’t have gotten that far.

But no luck. He just... vanished.

An exaggerated sigh left your lips, irritated by the guy you suddenly found interesting and his sudden disappearance.

But nevertheless, you focused your gaze once more on the city lights. Smiling at the serenity you felt flow through you at just the sight of them.

“Absolutely breathtaking.” You sighed, completely content.

• • •

“Absolutely breathtaking.” Chan heard you sigh, feeling like you took the words right out of his mouth. However, you were referring to the city lights and well... he was referring to you.

The way the moon lit up your beautiful profile, your hair softly blowing in the stormy breeze. The way your soft voice would hum from time to time. The way your legs swung back and forth absentmindedly. You were mesmerizing.

Something emanated from you. A certain vibe, a certain aura.

It was calming, it was peaceful. And Chan felt like he just wanted to be closer to it, closer to you.

This was odd for Chan, seeing as he usually stayed away from humans. Not only that, but he felt that this sudden attraction towards you developed rather fast.

So he thought he should keep his distance from you, try to figure out if this was maybe just him feeling lonely and wanting some human interaction for whatever reason.

Infatuation doesn’t usually last very long, anyways.

• • •

“Sure, I can pick up Johnny’s shift tomorrow too.”

You said the words with a smile but felt agitation bubble inside you as you heard yourself say them.

“You are a Saint! I have to get going, you don’t mind closing up for me do you?” Your manager said as she picked up her coat and bag, clearly that was a rhetorical question.

You just smiled and nodded, “Of course not.”

You watched as she left, leaving you in the movie theater by yourself. You looked at the clock hanging on the wall beside you, sighing loudly at the fact that it was nearly midnight. These night shifts were doing a number on your sleep schedule.

You finished cleaning up the counter before grabbing your jacket and slinging it onto your arms, along with your bag.

After locking up, you began your trek to the bus stop. Only to decide halfway there that it was a nice night and you actually wanted to walk home. The air was a comfortable temperature tonight, not warm but not too cold.

It wouldn't take you that long to walk all the way home, no longer than thirty minutes.

You liked that the city lights didn't pass by you in a blur when you decided to walk home, instead giving you time to admire them more. You chuckled at all the open signs that were turned off, reminding you how late it was.

Though your chuckled died off as you noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench not too far away from where you were walking. The same person that rescued your neighbor’s dog that one stormy night not too long ago. Since then you’ve seen him all around the city, more frequently on your walks home from work, only catching fleeting glimpses of him because he’d somehow be gone in the blink of an eye.

And this time was no different.

The first few times you saw him, you thought he might be stalking you. Which horrified your because even though you saw him briefly, you could tell he was attractive and you didn't want that whole Stockholm syndrome thing to happen if he by chance kidnapped you. I mean, you literally give an obnoxious tip if the pizza delivery guy is cute.

But as time went on, you noticed that he would never approach you. You would just see him standing off nearby, or sitting at an outside table or bench. He didn't stare at you or anything, didn't make you uncomfortable in any way, you just felt like it couldn't be a coincidence that you were seeing him everywhere.

You got to a point where you began thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was all in your head. That your imagination had conjured him up and he wasn't actually real. Because how could a human being consistently disappear from sight in a matter of seconds? It was virtually impossible. So you reckoned that, for reasons you’re not quite sure of, your brain made him up.

You thought about this as you walked past him, waiting all of five seconds before turning around and only finding an empty bench.

“Dammit.” You muttered under your breath, wanting this weird mystery to end. You just wanted to know if he was real or not. Which, albeit, is an odd thing to just casually want to know. But you were an odd person and it wouldn't surprise you if your mind had made up an attractive guy around your age who appeared on your walks alone from work. Considering his presence began to comfort you, the times you didn't see him made you feel more exposed and vulnerable to the nightly possibilities.

Sometimes you imagined him being a guardian angel that was sent to look over you. If only you could see the irony in that thought.

• • •

Chan knew he was being a bit of a creep. He knew that following you home after work, despite the reason being to make sure you get home safely, was pretty much stalking. But he couldn't help it.

He also knew that letting you see him briefly before teleporting out of your line of sight was probably messing with your head a little. But he didn't want you to have the chance to approach him, because that would only end with you accusing him of being a stalker. But again, he couldn't help it.

Ever since that night he saw you on your terrace, he couldn't get you out of his head. He came to the conclusion that it wasn't just infatuation, he genuinely cared for you and your well being. But, he knew that you couldn't feel the same because you literally hadn't even met him. And sure, he hadn't formally met you either, but he knew you.

He watched you at work, on your walks around the city. He knew your voice from your conversations with other people. He knew you liked reading and tea and thunderstorms, just like him. He knew you constantly took nightshifts at the theater because your colleagues would always call out last minute. He knew you were free to do whatever you wanted on Tuesdays, not even picking up your supervisor’s calls on those days. But most importantly, he knew how much you loved your terrace. And he’s watched it develop now over time, it accumulating a little couch, some bean bag chairs, even fairy lights now lined the awning.

And yes, he was aware that all of this was super weird and if you ever actually formally met him, you would probably scream and call the cops. But, that didn't stop Chan from falling completely head over heels with you.

Even though he knew you would never love him.

• • •

Second to sitting on your terrace, you’d have to say you loved your days off. Which usually consisted of sitting on your terrace but still, you considered them separate entities.

Specifically, Tuesdays were your favorite because your manager was aware you would not be receiving any calls from her to come fill in. Tuesdays were your day to recuperate from Mondays and help you get through the rest of the week.

Today was your beloved Tuesday and you went on a bit of a shopping spree. After working consecutive double shifts the last two weeks, you had some extra money after paying bills and buying your necessities. So naturally, you decided to treat yourself.

You didn't go crazy, only getting a few things. Some cute new outfits and a nice dinner to bring home because you were a bit of a lone wolf and definitely wasn't going to sit at a restaurant by yourself like a loser.

With your bags in hand, you opted for the bus since you didn't want to have to lug everything all the way home on foot.

“Huh, someones treating herself today.” The bus driver chuckled as you got on, noticing all your bags. You’ve come to know your usual bus driver quite well, as he’s come to know you.

“All those late night double shifts gotta count for something right?” You chuckled along with him, sitting down in the front seat to continue light conversation with him.

The drive ended quickly and soon enough you were saying goodbye and getting of the bus, beginning your trek to your apartment building.

It was nearing dusk already, and you didn't want your food getting cold so you walked faster than usual.

But just as your apartment building came into view, a large hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the dark alleyways you passed everyday without a second thought.

You dropped your bags and were thrown against the alley’s exterior wall. A sound of surprise and fear leaving the back of your throat upon impact.

“Now that’s a lot of bags you got there, huh sweetheart?” The older man chuckled darkly. You felt tears beginning to spill out of your eyes and stream down your cheeks. Everything happening so fast. You were panicking. Your brain told you to offer your bags and beg the man to let you go, but you couldn't formulate any words.

You could only cry out pathetic whimpers in complete desperation.

But just as the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade, his body began to convulse and he fell to the ground with a thump, completely unconscious. It was almost like he had been tased.

Your mind was racing, your heart was racing, your eyes were shut tightly out of fear and your sleeve clad hands covered them. But you knew you had just been saved, right? Or was this possibly another man with ulterior motives?

Your heart rate accelerated again.

Your vision was blurry due to the tears still apparent in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them with your sleeves and looked up to see your savior standing in front of you. And nothing in this world could have prepared you for who you saw.

It was him.

“Please tell me you’re okay-”

• • •

Chan’s chest was heaving. The moment he saw that man tug you harshly into that alleyway, he just snapped. He ran in after you, drawing energy from around him as he placed both of his hands flat on the man’s back, sending all of the electricity he could muster through himself and into the man’s body.

He didn't even care if the man was dead or not as he watched his limp form slump onto the ground. All he cared about was you and your safety.

You were his priority.

“Please tell me you’re okay-” He rushed out as he was about to pull you out of the alleyway but you cut him off by immediately collapsing into his chest.

You couldn't handle everything that was happening, couldn’t comprehend it. Your brain was overwhelmed and it just kinda gave out, causing you to pass out. Luckily Chan was there to catch you.

He held you close to him, semi-reeling in the feeling of you in his arms. But he was mostly focused on getting you home. So he picked you up like a princess, held you tighter, and teleported you both to the terrace of your apartment, leaving the body of the man behind in the alleyway.

Upon arriving to your terrace, he opened the sliding glass door, figuring it was unlocked since who locks their terrace doors?

Chan took careful steps, walking you inside and into your living room. He laid you down on your couch, making sure you were flat on your back. He then grabbed a pillow from your bedroom and propped your feet up so they were above your heart level. He didn’t know how long you would be unconscious for so he wanted to be sure your blood would continue circulating properly.

After assessing that you were good for now, Chan took a seat on the chair across from where you now lay on your couch, waiting patiently for you to regain consciousness.

It didn't take that long for you to finally come to, maybe ten minutes or so. But boy, when you woke up you were already in a panic. And despite Chan wanting to run over and comfort you, he knew that would only stress you out more and he definitely didn't want you to faint again.

You sat up abruptly, a headache immediately washing over you. Your left hand flew to your forehead, a pained groan leaving your lips.

“How are you feeling?” A concerned voice spoke from beside you.

Your head snapped to the right, all the memories of the dark alleyway flooded your head all at once. He was real. That’s all you could manage to think. You thought you would be afraid. Yet here you were... Just staring at the allusive boy you thought you had imagined all this time.

“You’re... you’re real?” You asked out loud, wondering if maybe you hit your head when you passed out and this is another figment of your imagination. Albeit, a very realistic figment of your imagination.

“Well that’s not the reaction I was expecting.” He chuckled, looking slightly confused himself. How was this even possible?

“You- I thought... how-?” You were struggling to find the right words, and Chan could tell you were becoming panicked again.

“I know you probably think I’m a stalker, but it’s not like that I swear.” He rushed out before you could freak out, holding his hands in front of him in defense.

He was right, you did think he was a stalker. But for whatever reason, you didn’t think he would harm you. If fact, you would go as far as saying you knew he wouldn't harm you.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, attempting you calm yourself. In order to figure what exactly was going on here, you need to ask the right questions.

When you opened your eyes finally, he still seemed genuinely concerned, which threw you. Your stare lingered on him for a couple more moments while you actually took in his appearance.

He was quite handsome. He had on black from head to toe, and he pulled it off well. His jawline was like... chiseled by the Gods. And you found yourself staring at the way it tensed in concern. Which brought you back to your thoughts.

“I thought I made you up.” You finally admitted calmly.

This surprised Chan. He was almost certain you were going to accuse him of being a stalker. But you just sat there, completely unafraid of him. You didn’t even think he was real? Had he really disappeared in front of you so many times that you began to think you imagined him?

“Um... No... No I’m real.” Chan corrected, feeling a bit awkward now. This was not what he had prepped himself for when you woke up. He was planning on dealing with you calling the cops and chasing him out of your house. Not for you to calmly sit in front of him and tell him that all this time you thought he was a figment of your imagination.

“So like... what are you then? Cuz I’m pretty sure you’re not human. No human can just disappear in like five seconds.” You ask, wondering if maybe he was a vampire or something.

Chan had never been more confused in his life. How were you being so calm about this? How could you just calmly ask him what kind of supernatural being he was like that wasn't supposed to be a terrifying thing to be in the presence of? Should he just outright tell you? Would you take it as well as you are right now?

“You are so much more perceptive than I thought you’d be.” Chan sighed, out loud. Your calmness bringing out his clarity, despite how unexpected it was.

“So I’m right? You’re a vampire?” You say, and the slight excitement behind your eyes makes Chan laugh.

“No, definitely not a vampire. But good guess.” He wiped the tear from his left eye, his laughter dying down.

“Well then what are you?” You ask with a slight pout, disappointed you were wrong.

Something about your response gave Chan confidence. Confidence that you weren't going to be deterred so easily. And it’s that confidence that led him to voice his next words.

“I’m a demon.” He said seriously, his eyes running over every one of your facial features to gauge your reaction.

You didn't respond immediately, instead taking time to reflect on what he had just said.

The boy sitting in front of you right now was... a demon? But weren't demons supposed to be inherently evil? Why would he save you from that guy back in the alley then? He couldn’t be evil. He carried you back your place. He propped your feet up with a pillow so your blood would circulated properly while you remained unconscious. He was not evil.

“So you're like... a nice demon?” You asked hesitantly, not wanting to sound stupid but this wasn't exactly your area of expertise.

Chan smiled at your words. He has never really put it into words like that but, he supposed you were right. He was a nice demon.

“I mean, I try to be.” He watches you chuckle and his smile widens, the earlier confusion and concern being replaced with the feeling of calm and serenity that normally emanated from you. He suddenly realizes that this is the first conversation he’s ever had with you, the cute little human he fell in love with. And he’s glad he can finally hear your voice speak directly to him, not just hear you talk to other people.

In that moment he’s come over with the sudden need to hear you say his name.

“I’m Chan.” He says softly.

Chan. To be honest you were expecting like ‘Gorgon The Terrible’ but Chan had a nice sound to it. It fit him well, you thought.

“Chan.” You smiled, holding out your hand. “I’m y/n.”

Chan nearly collapses at the sound of his name leaving your lips, your smile evident in your voice. He takes your tiny outstretched hand into his large one and shakes it softly, nearly saying ‘I know’ before deciding that would be super creepy.

From there, he goes into explaining why you see him around everywhere and how he could disappear as quick as he does. You learn that he has the ability to teleport and the ability to manipulate lightning. And you’re honestly flattered when he tells you that he simply found you more fascinating that any other human and that he wanted to make sure you got home safe every night. He even let it slip that he thought you were pretty that first night he saw you, both of you blushing in that moment.

• • •

You find yourself being totally cool with Chan being a demon.

In fact, you two became really close.

You discovered that you had so many things in common. From your love of the city aesthetic and stormy nights to your hatred for crowded places and loud people.

You got along so well, and you enjoyed being around him.

When he finally took you to his place you were stunned. He laughed at how you thought he would have lived in a dark cave or an eerie castle. There were so many misconceptions in your head about demons apparently.

Eventually, you found yourself more than liking Chan. You had never dated anybody before, never really even felt feelings like this toward someone before. But your stomach did little flips every time he’d smile down at you with that look of complete adoration in his eyes. Every time he would smirk at you from across the table on the days you’d get lunch. They way he’d be leaning against his car when he came to pick you up from work.

You don’t know how he managed to look good literally always. Even in the morning when he’d pick you up to go get breakfast, he would somehow look completely put together in just sweatpants and a t-shirt.

And he was just so affectionate. You loved how he’d gently place his hand on the small of your back as you walked up the stairs of your apartment building. You loved how he would play with your hair and gently sing you to sleep when you were feeling restless, telling you that anytime you couldn't sleep, all you had to do was text him and he would immediately teleport to your side. You loved that made you feel safe.

Fuck... you loved him.

• • •

Chan knew you had started feeling more than friendship for him. He may not be telepathic, but he could sense the shift in your demeanor towards him.

Now, he didn't know exactly how strong the feelings were, but he definitely knew they were there. And he’d be lying if he said he didn't want to explore them.

Currently, you sat on his couch watching anime, the plushie he bought for you cradled loosely in your arms. It was a Tuesday, a day that you used to say was your favorite because you had it to yourself. Now, you said it was your favorite because you got to spend the day with him.

You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, his blue one. Probably his only colored one, but he absolutely adored how you looked in it. It was basically a dress on you, but he liked it that way.

He was silently admiring you from where he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Your shorts were hiding under the length of his sweatshirt, leaving your legs exposed. You had these little fuzzy socks on, the same ones you were wearing the night he first saw you, and your day old curls fell loosely just above your shoulders.

You were a little bundle of cuteness to Chan. His little bundle of cuteness.

And there was something in that moment that filled him with a sudden confidence.

He pushed himself off of the door frame and took swift long strides to your position on his couch. You looked away from the tv when you saw him come in, not expecting him to rest both his hands on the back of the couch on either side of your head, leaning down so his face was mere inches from yours.

You leaned back further, but Chan followed your movements. Your cheeks were heating up the longer he stared at you. You knew he could see your cheeks getting pinker. Hell, from this close, he could probably feel the heat radiating off your face.

“W-what are you doing?” You silently chided yourself for stuttering, not wanting to make it obvious how nervous he made you.

“You know you’re mine, right?” He suddenly said, a smirk coming to grace his lips. You made the mistake of glancing down at the way the one side tugged upwards, before bringing your gaze back up to his. His smirk deepened, his own eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

You watched him start leaning in, ever so slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat as he got closer and closer. Your eyes followed his movements until his lips were almost touching yours, then they fell shut in anticipation.

But his lips didn't meet yours. Instead, they met your ear.

“You didn’t answer me, babygirl.”

You let out a shaky breath, trying to control how fast your heart was beating right now.

“W-what?” You asked quietly, not remembering what question he asked.

“I said you know you’re mine, right?” Chan pulled back slightly to catch your gaze, noticing the blush forming on your cheeks. He licked his lips, wanting nothing more than to devour you right then and there.

But he needed to hear you say it first.

“You’re mine, y/n. No one else’s.” He continued, his voice becoming more serious now. “You know that, right?”

You couldn't help but nod, you knew he was right. You were his. You were absolutely his and his only. You wouldn't give yourself to anyone else, wouldn't love anyone the way you loved him. There was only him for you, only Chan.

“I need to hear you say it, babygirl.” Chan closed his eyes and he let out a sigh, holding himself back until the words he was looking for left those pretty lips of yours.

Everything about him was tempting, and you really wanted this go were it was heading despite your nerves. Because... You really did love this demon.

“I’m yours, Chan.”

Immediately his lips were on yours.

Your lips moved hesitantly but in sync with his, your nerves being apparent. But you couldn't possibly want this anymore than you already did.

Chan could sense your nerves, knowing fully well that this was going to be your first time with someone. But he was going to make you feel the best you've ever felt.

Chan gently pushed you down on the couch, your back laying against the soft cushions while he hovered over you. One of his hands found purchase at your waist while the other softly cradled your face, his lips moving at a slow but sensual pace. Your heart swelled in your chest at how gentle and loving he was being with you, as you slid your arms around his neck.

His tongue carefully slipped past your lips, a quiet gasp escaping them. Chan smirked into to the kiss, his tongue caressing yours.

He moved in between your legs, his hands slowly sliding down your body and finding the backs of your knees. He guided your legs to wrap around his waist, loving the way you obeyed and locked your ankles around him.

His hands then move to your hips as he slowly grinds his against yours. His firm grip prevents you from being able to move yours with his. You get the idea, realizing that he doesn't want you doing any work tonight. He wants to be in complete control.

His lips part from yours, your chest heaving. He doesn't stop though, he continues dragging his soft lips gently across your jawline, down the expanse of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on the skin there. Chan pulled the collar of his sweatshirt on you down so he could drag his teeth across your collar bone biting down slightly, eliciting a soft whimper from you.

“That was beautiful, love. Do it again.” Chan bit down again, another whimper leaving your lips. He continued this, being fueled by the sounds that spilled out of your mouth, until your neck was littered in hickeys. Chan ran his tongue along the marks he made, pulling back to admire them.

“All mine.” You heard him say under his breath, his hands coming to grip the bottom of your sweatshirt. His eyes found yours, looking for any sort of opposition in them. After finding none, he pulled the material up and over your head, revealing the white lace bra you wore underneath. He dropped down to continue leaving kisses all over your chest, his hips still maintaining their slow grinding motion against your core.

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Chan to just take you to his bedroom already. You needed him, more than you’ve ever needed him before.

“Chan~” You begged, your voice sounding foreign to you. You’ve never sounded this needy before.

Chan thrived on how needy you sounded. His name leaving your lips like that is all he wanted to hear tonight.

“Are you sure, babygirl?” He asked for confirmation, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You nodded, but Chan gave you a look, prompting you to voice your answer with a soft “please.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Without another word, Chan picked you up from the couch. He carried you to his bedroom, his eyes never breaking contact with yours as he laid you down on his bed.

He lifted his shift up and over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor before climbing onto the bed on top of you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He admitted in a breath, watching as your hands came up to touch his chest but stopped just before you could make contact.

“Can I touch you?” You asked him, his heart melting at how little you looked sprawled out underneath him like this. So small, so innocent.

“Of course you can, babygirl.” Chan smiled, loving the sound of your voice. Loving even more the feeling of your hands when they finally met his skin, running down his chest and incredibly toned torso.

Chan’s eyes closed and his head hung down slightly. He just wanted to rip your shorts off and fuck you into the mattress but he couldn't, he needed to take things slow, guide his babygirl through her first time.

Chan’s eyes opened and he let out a breath, sliding his hands underneath you to unclip your bra. He threw it to the side, leaning down to press a kiss to each of your breasts before continuing on down your stomach.

His lips stopped at the waistband of your shorts, pausing to pull them down your legs, dropping them onto the pile of clothes forming on the floor. He smiles at your white lace panties, the little bow on them causing a deep chuckle to leave his chest.

“What?” You asked, confused as to why he’s laughing.

“Nothing, you’re just cute.” Chan runs his hands up your thighs, taking your panties with his index finger and pulling them down and off of you, leaving you completely bare to him.

Before you have a chance to feel any feelings of self consciousness, Chan slips a finger into your already dripping core.

“Look at you, babygirl. We’ve barely even started and you’re already so wet for me.” Your head falls back, a loud moan escaping your lips. Immediately you bit down on your bottom lip in attempt to muffle your sounds.

“Ah ah, love. None of that.” Chan chided with a smirk, his finger now moving at a steady pace inside you. He wanted to hear every sound you could possibly make tonight. You let go of your lip, moaning out loud again.

“Thatta girl.” He cooed, adding another finger, stretching your walls out for him. He kept it rather slow but steady, scissoring his fingers at times. He wanted you fully prepped, not wanting it to be too painful. Even though he knew that was going to be inevitable.

There was a coil in your stomach and you could feel it tightening the faster his fingers moved. You had only ever touched yourself before but it felt nothing like this. But before the coil could tighten any further, Chan pulled his fingers out of you.

The prettiest whine left your mouth at the loss of contact, Chan’s dick was impossibly hard at the sight of you already so fucked out and needy because of him.

“Are you ready, love?” Chan was beyond ready, but he was giving you a chance to back out now.

“Yes, Chan please~”

In a second, Chan’s sweatpants and boxers were off.

He hovered over you, his hard on in one hand and his other resting by your head, positioning himself at your entrance. After one last look to make sure you were 100% okay, he pushed himself inside you, going slow to let you adjust. He groans and you moan, your eyes closed and your head falling backwards. The pain was definitely there, but for some reason it only added to the pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming and you couldn't stop the few tears the fell from your closed eyes.

Chan leaned down and kissed away the few tears that fell, whispering words of comfort and praise into your skin.

After you finally adjusted, you asked him to move. Quickly, he obliged, pulling out of you and pushing back in just as slow. This time it felt different, the pain subsided, the pleasure outshining the pain. He continued this, pulling out and pushing back into your sopping wet heat.

The feeling of you around him was something Chan couldn't compare to anything else. Everything about you engulfed him, everything about you was perfect. And now you were his. Finally, officially his.

“Oh my god, Chan.” You moaned out breathily. His cock inside you hitting a spot you didn't know existed. Your head fell to the side, your mind going fuzzy. You’ve never felt this much pleasure before. And although it was overwhelming, it also felt really fucking good.

Chan’s pace picked up, knowing that the painful part was over. Now was his time to make you feel the greatest you've ever felt. One hand gripped your hip while the other rested on his elbow next to your head.

His groans were like music to your ears, pushing you further towards the edge. The sounds that came from where you were connected were lewd enough to bring a blush to your face, catching Chan’s attention.

“Is my babygirl blushing?” Chan’s wide smile contrasted with his lewd actions below.

“Shut up~” You whined, but it quickly turned into a moan as Chan hit that spot again. Hitting it consistently now, your hands grabbed his shoulders, needing something to keep you grounded, keep you sane.

Chan buried his face into your neck, muffling his own sounds as he pounded into you. You were on the brink of climax, you could feel it. And it was an incredible feeling.

Your whole body became hyperaware, aware of his death grip on your hip, aware of his breathing on your neck, aware of his cock bottoming out inside you with every thrust.

Suddenly you felt Chan’s grip on your hip lift and instead his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bud.

Your body began shaking and you had to warn him, but the words were caught amidst the pleasure.

“Chan I-I” “I know, babygirl. Cum for me.”

Immediately you came, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. You cried out Chan’s name in a repeated mantra like you were praying to him. It was easily the greatest feeling you have ever felt ever. Chan followed after you, releasing his load inside you with a groan of your name.

Chan rode out both of your highs, pressing his thumb down onto your clit to prolong yours a little more.

Chan watched you come undone underneath him, in complete awe. Never in his life had he seen a sight as beautiful as you, so fucked out, so spent. Your hair lay messily against his mattress, some strands sticking to your forehead. Your neck and chest were littered in his pink and purple marks, your bottom lip swollen from biting it so much.

You were a masterpiece.

Chan collapsed beside you, his chest heaving. You curled up into his side, Chan pulling you even closer, kissing your forehead.

“I love you, Chan.” You sighed, feeling complete next to him.

“I love you more, babygirl.” He smiled to himself. Everything Chan’s ever wanted was curled up in his arms right now.

“We should get you cleaned up, love.” He pointed out, moving to stand. But you pulled him back down, resting your head on his chest.

“After a nap?” You nuzzled your head further into Chan, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“Alright, after a nap.” Chan chuckled, running his fingers through your hair and humming softly.

And with that, you fell asleep to the sound of his voice.

• • •

A/N: OH LOOK IT’S HERE PLZ ENJOY LMAO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG.

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Only in my Dreams

Royal Fantasy AU/ Slice of life

Kim Taehyung x reader

Summary- You are a senior in high school balancing work, family, and your love life. But there’s something that pulls you in more and more as the weeks pass by. Why is it that every-night you dream as if it were a memory? Even more puzzling is why Kim Taehyung is there.

A/n- I’ve been reading a lot of fantasy novels and such so here’s my take on the genre. Yes, this is a Fantasy Royal Au that takes place both in the present and past. *this work switchs between second and third person* It’s more comfortable and flows better to explain y/n thoughts in second person and Taehyungs in third person. If it bugs you tell me please :)

Warnings- cursing, slow burn, angst?

Word count- 2.7 k

“Just hold me” you laid your head on his chest feeling his breath rock you.his scent was like the rain in fall clearing your lungs. “Please don’t disappear again.” you felt water fill your eyes holding on to it. “Just please.”

“I won’t.”

Again you woke up crying covered in sweat.

“Fuck, third time this week.” you drew a tally mark on your white board. Your room was big enough for you holding your bed and clothes. It was nicely styled if you did say so yourself with matching furniture you’d never admit was from ikea. You stretched out your limb preparing to start the day.

“Dad-” you began opening the door walking from your room.

“Shut up y/n” your mouth was covered by your brother who was letting a girl out of his window.

“Again Derek.” you bit his hand

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I know.” you sighed heading down the stairs “Dad-are you making breakfast or-” you picked up a box of cereal placing it on the counter laying out four bowls.

“Yeah yeah-” he smiled looking up from his phone sending an email “Thank you honey for setting out the plates. A true life saver.” he tightened his tie heading upstairs.”Derek I swear to god if you keep sneaking people in and out of my house-”

You began laughing, pouring the cereal out, setting two milks on the table.

“Both of you stop fighting, it's time for breakfast. So help me god we will be a nice family.” Your mom screamed louder than the both of them buttoning her shirt. “Good morning y/n” she kissed your forehead before sitting down.

“It’s the little things my angel that make you my favorite.” she hugged the oatmilk you set out for her. “A true blessing.”

“I thought you didn’t have favorites.” Derek sat down grabbing the cows milk making your mother exaggerate a gag.

“I don’t-”

“Five minutes familia let’s get er done.” your dad inhaled the cereal

This was how every morning went in your family. With both your parents working demanding jobs it meant a family dinner was a rare occurrence so breakfast was the stand in. You grabbed your bag swinging it over your shoulder heading into the subway.

It was here that the loneliness set in. So many people, there were always so many people around you. The lady falling asleep on the seat leaning on the pole to the homeless man doing the same all the way at the end. You were here and a part of everyone's commute but you were also alone. There was no one. You closed your eyes feeling the rock of the car and the robot voice telling you what stop was next. You felt your eyes fall as you saw his face. It wasn’t like it always was, it was sad. He looked as if someone had died, tears fell down his face as he held himself. You wanted to reach out and help him but you stood there frozen.

“y/n come back to me please.” his tears felt so real and his voice was clear. You went to open your mouth and the doors to the cart opened making you almost lose your balance.

“All the way in-” the mta worker shouted as you were pushed by the wave of people getting on. You were squished in the corner before you realized you were crying. You didn’t know why you had such vivid dreams of a celebrity. You had heard of fans that were crazy and obsessed over their idols but this was different. At the same time it was a possibility you were completely delusional like they were. It made you feel even worse. These weird lucid dreams would be your secret and a blip in your life. You weren’t gonna foul yourself into thinking that you were special for your apparently thirsty subconscious.

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“Just hold me” Taehyung felt a body hold onto his chest. He looked down to see a young girl clutch on to his shirt. Her hair fell covering her face as she breathed. He moved her hair aside to see her clearer. “Please don’t disappear again.” she sighed. He could see she was crying and he spoke before he could think.

“I won’t”

Taehyung woke up in a sweat crying. He felt a hand on his as he looked down to see his girlfriend.

“Hey honey-” she was half asleep wearing his shirt. She slowly opened her eyes. “Did you have a bad dream again?”

“No, no. Go back to sleep Minji.” he ran his fingers through her long black hair as she fell back asleep.

It was around eight pm and he had taken a nap after coming home. He stood up looking out the city window in Seoul. He ran his hand through his soft hair feeling the artificial curls go back to their place. It was the third time this week he had seen this girl. She was beautiful and he hated that he thought that. How was he dreaming of a girl he never met while sleeping next to his lover. He felt like he was emotionally cheating and that was awful. He didn’t know what was going on but when he closed his eyes it felt so real. It was like he knew everything and nothing at the same time. When he answered her he knew exactly what he was saying before it even came out. It was dumb and scary. He wondered if he’d been cursed by a fan.

He layed back down wrapping his arms around Minji, feeling her body move to his as he fell asleep kissing her shoulder.

He saw her again. He saw her but this time she wasn’t lying down on his chest she was covered in blood. She was crying and so was he. He didn’t know where he was but he could feel a stinging pain in his abdomen. He found blood pouring from his stomach holding it together with his hand. He saw his other hand on your face as your eyes lost their color. An immense sense of grief filled him as he sobbed from pain both physically and mentally.

“Y/n come back to me please.” he sobbed. It was like he was trapped in a memory. He had never heard that name before but there he was crying it out like a last prayer. His head was dizzy and he felt himself faint.

He was startled awake again but this time Minji was standing over him.

“Do you wanna tell me who the fuck y/n is?” her eyes were both hurt and pissed off

How could he explain this?

“No one.” he threw off his covers walking to the kitchen

“Really? Cause usually it’s someone when you call out to them in your sleep.”

“Minji please?”

“Please what?” she punched him in the back trying to get his attention

“Ow. sheesh stop it.”

“You’re such a bastard. Calling out another girls name in your sleep and then thinking you can leave me without an explain-”

“No one. I don’t know if it was just a dream. I swear I’ve never even heard of someone with that name. I just had a weird dream.”

“So now that the bullshit answer is done. You wanna tell me the truth?”

“I already told you the truth.”

“You must think I’m really fucking dumb.” she scoffed

“Why are you so pissed about this?” he shook his head opening the fridge

“Fuck you Kim Taehyung. Just because you’re some hot shoot idol doesn’t mean you can treat me like shit.” she put on her pants huffing and puffing while grabbing her bag.

“Honey it’s not like that-” the door slammed as she walked out. He groaned opening an old container of noodles

“Fuck my life”

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“A seventy three, Fuck me.” you sighed crumpling the paper into your bag.

“Excuse me y/n?” a soft voice scared you making you flinch a little

“Mister Liam. I-” you sighed, staring at the teachers assistant. He was probably four years older than you, a fresh out of college intern.

“Y/n I graded that and I gotta say not your best work.” he smiled his beautiful smile that had even your heart melting

“Well you know it’s that time of year?” you gave him a remorseful smile.

“Just cause it’s the last quarter of senior year doesn’t mean you can slack off.”

“I know it’s just I got my acceptance back and I really hate physics”

He laughed making his chest go up and your cheeks turn red.

“I got you ma’am. I did not think I’d be teaching it but there’s something so enticing about the laws of attraction.”

“Quantum physics man. Nothing's set you know.”

“That’s the fun part.” there was a spark in his eyes that made your skin crawl.

“Y/n” you felt someone cover your eyes. “Hi mister Liam. Guess who?”

“Ren?” you sighed

“Got it.”

“Well I’ll be taking my leave. Try harder next time y/n” Liam patted your shoulder walking back into the classroom.

“It’s unfair that they hired such a hot teacher.” Ren whispered in your ear. “I’ve heard rumors that he sleeps with the girls here.”

“That’s nothing but a rumor baby. Why do you care?”

“I don’t like him kissing up to my girlfriend. Did you see the way he looked at you?That’s my look not his.”

“Ren you’re so childish.” you laughed kissing him on the cheek. “Are we still going to the movies?”

“Mhm. I invited Ria if you don’t mind. She really wanted to see the movie and my mom wouldn’t let me go unless I took her.”

“Your mom is so sweet.” you smiled knowing you both had to walk to his little sisters house.

“If we hurry babe we can still catch the three thirty showing.” He grabbed your hand pulling you along. Before you left the hallway you saw Liam staring at the two of you through the window. You felt a wait in your stomach as you turned back.

A couple bus stops later all three of you were in the theater. You had changed your movie selection after Ria cried seeing the horror trailer.

“Ria you said you wanted to see this.” Ren complained while buying the popcorn.

“But it was scarier than I thought.” her eyes were still puffy.

“Last time I’m bringing you to the movies.”

“You know that’s not true,” she smiled heading up to the counter. “One large slushie and one medium diet coke and a-” she looked at the menu “A cookie.”

Ren groaned at the prices. “Don’t be cheap you know y/n likes diet coke and a cookie she always gets it. I’m doing this for you rennie” She hopped away to your side. Sometimes you couldn’t believe she was only three years younger than you. Other times she was so smart you swore she was seventy.

“Ria your poor brother.” you giggled

“Don’t worry mom gave him thirty dollars for food. He’s just being annoying.” you gasped

“Don’t be so mean to your brother.” you laughed

“I don’t know what you see in him y/n”

“Shush Ria don’t give y/n any ideas.” Ren faked a scowl struggling to hold all three drinks and a popcorn that he had stuffed the cookies in.

“I got it.” you grabbed two of the drinks helping him.

All three of you sat in one of the back rows. Ria was on Ren’s right side while you rested your head on his left shoulder. You were so tired. You hadn’t gotten a good rest plagued by your dreams that kept you up even as you slept. The sounds of the romance movie played as your eyes fell down.

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You opened your eyes to see a green field. It felt so real, the wind was in your hair and blew it as you laid down touching the grass. “It’s so beautiful.” you sighed feeling the sun on your skin.

“I know.” a deep voice answered you

You weren’t even startled at this point. You knew a lonely dream would be too much of a blessing.

“Who are you?” the voice asked

“I’m Y/n y/l/n. And you are a celebrity who plagued my dreams.” you groaned at the ruined scene

“No. You’re the one in my dreams.”

“My brain is something else.” you put your hand on your forehead blocking the sun.

“Likely story. I’m the one seeing some girl in my dreams.”

“How do you seem so real?” you turned your head only to see him sitting down next to you.

“Me?” his eyes went wide making him look like a drawing.

“No the butterfly” you sighed

“You’re the one talking to me in my sleep. I must’ve seen you in some movie or on the street and that’s why you’re here.”

“What? You’re in my imagination. Probably some manifestation of childhood trauma projected on an idol I hoped would come and save me. That makes sense.”

“How old are you? You’re making me sound old”

“A lady never reveals her age.”

He gave you a cold face that made you feel like you disappointed your parents.

“I’m eighteen.”

“That is so fucking weird. Do I secretly have a thing for eighteen year olds with childhood trauma? Why is my brain making up these people?” he laughed, shaking his head.

“Hey you're the figment of my imagination don’t get bold.”

“This is too much.”

“Your name’s Kim Taehyung right? Aren’t you from BTS?”

“Yes Y/n Y/l/n I am.”

With the sound of both your names the scene changed. You were in a castle and you could see him across the room in a suit that looked like it belonged in a history book. He walked over to you grabbing your hand. You wanted to call out to him but instead you saw yourself move without your consent.

“May I have this dance?” he kissed your hand as you nodded your head.

“Bro what the fuck is going on” you screamed but your body didn’t make a sound

“Yes your grace, it would be my honor.” you curtsied

“Where the hell did I learn to do that shit.” you walked alongside yourself watching as you delicately danced. “Yep this is a dream I would’ve already fallen.”

You felt a sharp pain in your chest before looking down to see blood staining your dress.

“Bruh this is not the wave.” you screamed again with no noise. How could you feel the pain?

“Taehyung. Please help.” your actual voice called out as screams erupted in the ballroom. The pain in your stomach moved throughout your body as you started to feel lightheaded. “Taehyung I love you.”

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You gasped in the theatre only to be greeted by your boyfriend's angry eyes. All you could think was that you were fucked.

“I don’t care y/n” Ren walked out of the theatre as his sister tried to calm him down.

“I don’t even know what I did.” you followed after him tears filling your eyes.

“What do you mean you don’t know? I hear my girlfriend mutter something and I bend down to see her sleeping and saying she loved some other guy.”

You could see he was genuinely hurt by the way his eyebrows twitched. You had been friends so long and he knew you best how could you explain your twisted dreams.

“It was just a dream Ren. I must’ve called out some k-pop boys' names. I don’t know why he was in my dream babe but that was it.” you pleaded holding onto his hand.

“Remember when you called out Jennifer Lawrence's name in ninth grade and then experienced the walk of shame to clean your sheets” Ren turned a bright red as his sister revealed an embarrassing moment.

“Ria-”

Your laughs cut him off. “No, no I’m sorry this is serious.” you couldn’t stop laughing as Ria joined in. Soon Ren had but no choice to just laugh with you.

“I only love you Ren no matter who's in my dreams.” you wished you could’ve said that truthfully.

#bts #bts au #bts fanfic #taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung au #tae x you #tae x reader #bts x reader #kim taehyung #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #bts imagines

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The Five People Duck Fell For

(And The One Who, Quite Literally, Picked Him Up)

Here’s a kinda shitty, but kinda okay fic that I wrote because I didn’t know that needed Waynerva until Justin handed it to me on a silver platter.

If Wayne Newton has to real think about it, he would say that his first crush was on Danny Keil in the second grade. They lived in the same cul-de-sac and their mothers were both on the PTA, so they were often made to spend time together. They walked to school together, they ate lunch together, and they played tag together. It was the perfect friendship for two eight year old boys.

Danny moved away in the third grade. His mom was still around, but Wayne would never again see Danny. Wayne’s mom told him that Danny’s parents got divorced. Wayne didn’t know what that meant, but he knew that Danny was gone.

Wayne hadn’t realized that it was a crush at the time. He barely knew what a crush was and when he learned what it was, he didn’t know he could have one on a boy. By the time he recognized what it had been, Wayne had already been taught that boys liking boys was a bad thing, so he chose to avoid thinking about his first friend.

Wayne had his first kiss at a birthday party in the fifth grade and it was the beginning of his whirlwind romance with Becky Emberson. They shared pudding cups and pushed each other on the swings during recess and once Wayne gave her a dandelion on Valentine’s Day to show that he really loved her.

Becky’s favorite subject was art and Wayne’s was English and, because of that, Becky said that they were too different and that they had to break up. Wayne was absolutely heartbroken. One month later Juno Devine came to Kepler with three things that Wayne found fascinating: a Polaroid camera, a Walkman, and a love for nature that he had never seen in anyone else. Juno became his best friend and together they sat in the woods, listening to R.E.M. and taking stupid pictures of each other. Wayne made silly faces at the camera and when the picture came sliding out of it Juno laughed and said that his mouth looked like a duck’s bill. She took a pen and wrote, under the picture, Wayne “The Duck” Newton. The nickname stuck.

Tabatha and all of her friends were attractive, popular, and loaded. He asked her out on a dare and was shocked when she actually said yes. They went to a drive in movie theater that was just outside of town and made out in her car while The Empire Strikes Back played in the background. They dated for three months and neither of them found the relationship particularly interesting. She took him skiing on his 18th birthday and he fell down the mountain and nearly broke his legs. He then limped to the Wolf Ember and had his first ever bowl of French onion soup and it changed his life. She found him there, eating soup and trying not to break down in tears at its glory. She drove him home in silence and they both knew that this would be their last date.

That same night a blue woman who was maybe a ghost or maybe computers told him that he was destined for greatness, but he couldn’t stop thinking about the soup and the math test he had on Tuesday and how he wasn’t the right guy to save the world.

Duck wanted to get as far away from Kepler as he could. Away from the people he was only half-friends with, away from the mom that called Juno a dead beat just because she didn’t fit the perfect standard of what she thought a girl should be, away from whatever destiny he may or may not actually have. The farthest he could get was Marshal University. Even if he wasn’t so far from Kepler, it was like a whole other world. A world with less stress about destinies and more cell service. A world where he didn’t feel terrified when he was calling that cute boy he met at the campus bar and asking him out on a date. Duck Newton dated Charlie Wallace for nearly three years before he got a letter from his little sister that told him that their mom had died in a car crash.

That same day, Duck packed his bags and bought a bus ticket back to Kepler. He told Charlie goodbye and they both knew that they wouldn’t be able to keep in touch. When Duck got to Kepler he hugged June and they both cried. Their dad died when they were little and now their mom was gone too. This was all the family that they had left.

Duck got an apartment and a job and he finished college online. June went to school and tried to have normal life. Duck became a ranger and June made it all the way to Harvard to become a lawyer. Everything was normal. That is, until Duck had a dream about an archway made of stone and suddenly Minerva was back.

Duck thought that the mothman was hot. He may be just a regular guy now, but he was a regular guy who knew where the mothman lived. He went to knock on the door to the winnebago that Indrid lived in and it opened before his fist connected. Indrid smiled at him with a grin that seemed to wide to be human. This is because it in fact wasn’t human. Duck asked him out for coffee and Indrid agreed. They sat and talked about having visions of the future while they drank coffee and shared a scone.

It was the first date that either of them had been on in quite some time and as they walked back to the winnebago Indrid informed Duck that it was the last one that they would be going on together. He told Duck that there wasn’t a future where the two of them ended up together and that there was no point in delaying the inevitable. In the months following the date, Duck would think back to what Indrid said to him as he walked away, still wearing his too-wide, inhuman grin.

“So few people have true soulmates, Duck Newton. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

Minerva had been quiet lately. While she usually went through life roaring like a clap of thunder, since the end of the battle that she had been fighting for who knows how long, she was more silent. Duck didn’t necessarily think it was a bad thing. She seemed calm like she was finally at peace.

He came home to find Minerva laying on the floor with Moony the cat sitting proudly on her chest.

“Wayne Newton,” she chuckled at her own joke before it had the chance to come out of her mouth “I fear that this deceptively small beast has felled me. I lay here, trapped by its powerful grasp, unable to escape. Please, Wayne Newton, flee before you suffer the same fate.”

“I refuse to run and leave you behind, Minerva! I will save you!” Duck set down his groceries and playful ran to Minerva’s side. He crouched down and picked up Moony, then set her down on the ground. Moony ran off to scratch up Ducks pillows. He plopped down next to Minerva as she sat up.

“You have saved me, Wayne Newton. I am forever in your debt.” Minerva pushed herself off the floor and offered a hand to Duck. She pulled him up and put a hand on his shoulder. Her smile was brighter than any of stars in the universe.

“Would you help me with the groceries?” He asked. It was something easy, something normal. They both needed a lot more of that. For a little bit they worked in silence and then Minerva spoke up.

“I have something that I feel that I need to speak to you about, Wayne Newton.” She seemed serious and almost nervous. The tone made Duck nervous too.

“Yeah, what’s up?” He tried to seem calm as he set aside the ingredients for the soup that they would be attempting to make for dinner that night.

“Since we finally fulfilled our destinies things have been very calm.” She started. Duck nodded along, listening intently. “And I think that that is a good thing. It is nice to have the opportunity to be calm and to think about something other than a battle that is coming. And now that I’ve had that time to think, I’ve been thinking a lot about how lucky it was that I ended up choosing you. I know that it was a somewhat random choice, but I highly doubt that things would have gone the way that they did had it been anyone else.” For a moment she paused. She looked as though she was considering whether or not she was going to keep going. In the end she must have decided to continue.

“You are someone who is very important to me, Wayne Newton, and I cannot imagine a world where we never met. You changed my life. When I had chosen Leo, he was truly just a warrior that I was training, but when you and I started training together, you became friends. I am grateful that you taught me how to be someone’s friend again.” Duck smiled at her.

“I can’t imagine a life without you either, Minnie.” Duck had been thinking about this for some time now as well. “I-When we lost our connection, it was really hard for me. Not just because I wasn’t as tough as I usually am, but because I lost one of the most important people in my life. You showed upon

and you turned my whole world upside down and I’m so much better off because of that. I used to think that I was just a guy and then you told me that I could be more than that. Maybe at first I didn’t want to believe you, but it got to the point where I wanted to prove you right.” Suddenly Duck realized something and what Indrid told him finally made sense. He didn’t know what to say next, scared of what might happen. And then it was like Minerva had read his mind.

“I believe that I am in love with you, Wayne Newton, and If what I have observed about human romantic behavior is correct then I believe that this is the point at which I should be asking you on a date.” Minerva’s cheeks were growing darker as she spoke.

“I would like that.” All at once Duck was, quite literally, swept off of his feet as Minerva pulled him into a bear hug. Smiled and looked up at her as they settled into something that was less like her hugging him and more like her carrying him bridal style. “And hey, guess what.”

“What, Wayne Newton?”

“I love you too, Minnie.”

#taz #taz amnesty #taz spoilers #minerva taz #duck newton #waynerva #mineruck #whatever the ship name is #text #fic

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