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OG DEMO + AU DEMO **and a note about the demo that won the vote

Magic is all too real and witches reign supreme.

This is a story of excess & indulgence. Luxury & depravity. Lust & love. Horror & debauchery.

But mostly it's a story of rediscovering your inner witch.

Bad Witch is set in a matriarchal, gothic universe eerily similar to our own, where magic runs the world. And at its core, it is a love letter to the incredibly strong and vibrant friendships that we forge in our youth, and how they ultimately shape the people we become.

Witxhes dominate the upper echelons of society, and magic has seeped into every facet of day-to-day life, for witches and humans alike. Humans were relegated to a lower class of living and as witches tend to be quite opulent & over indulgent [and more often than not revelling in their own personal vices], the bougie Season of the Witch began. Witching Society flourished and quickly overtook over the world, trickling down to influence even those without magic.

SO WILL YOU BE A BAD WITCH, OR A GOOD WITCH?

You were born to one of the most ancient and thus, important witching families; the only child of a famous mother and an even more infamous grandmother. Your ancestors were among the very first witches to lead the revolution, desperate to create a world where their children would never again die by human hands.

Your childhood was rather lonely and spent under the tutelage of the worlds best witches and academics, whilst your mother did her best to ignore your existence whenever it didn’t directly benefit her. And so years later you would often joke that your life really began once you were accepted into Ariadne Academy, the premiere school for exceptionally gifted Witxhes.

You were placed in a coven with eight of your peers; girls and boys who would quickly become your family, until it was almost like you couldn’t remember a time before them. They shared your all-consuming hunger for magic and knowledge and experiences, traits that made your coven [nicknamed the Silverlakers] an unstoppable force within the Demonhall arena. Everything was going so perfectly until it suddenly burned down around you, leaving your coven a husk of its former self.

Aaand this is currently where the stories splinter off.

OG DEMO — In the OG demo, your coven is still somewhat intact. MC’s feelings towards them may or may not have changed, but on the whole, the Silverlakers are still functioning as the overachieving badasses they were at the academy. They’re still your best friends, your soulmates, your lovers. You love them and they most definitely love you — it’s just one big lovefest.

As a master alchemist you tediously work through trials of your newest potion while still coasting off the success of your last serum, the wildly popular Moon Juice. The story focuses on the unnaturally strong bond that exists between the remaining Silverlakers, and the powerful magic you’ve wrought because of that. The incredibly deep but complicated friendships that you built are maintained to this day, and still just as co-dependent... or have they been making you feel stifled or claustrophobic?

You can choose how your relationship with Ash progressed post-breakup. Was it messy and dramatic, or did you keep going back to them, again and again? Have you and Ori been just the bestest friends all this time, or have things gotten a bit awkward?

AU DEMO — In the AU demo, your coven was broken following the loss of one of your own. You all went your own ways and everything that you shared was left by the wayside. You’ve spent the better part of a decade running away from your Silver Lake family, the only real home you ever knew. But now, against all of your better judgements, your returning to York. Only for a few days, of course. A couple weeks, tops.

You haven’t returned since you absconded after graduation, when you used a somewhat controversial but entirely contrived excuse for your disappearance. And as if The Fates themselves had seen to it, you once again find yourself thrown together with the other witches formerly known as Silverlakers. Their reactions to your return are not at all what you had expected, and you’re left second-guessing what actually happened all those years ago.

No matter how deep of a rift was left between your coven, Ori was the one who really refused to give up on you. In their very unique way, they practically strong-armed you into maintaining some kind of contact. Of all your former covenmates, you are hands down closest to Ori. Your breakup with Ash, no matter how it was done, was shocking and cut deep. You can choose whether to stand by your past actions or try to make amends with your first love.

Both the OG & AU stories will feature opportunities to reconnect with: the former childhood friend turned academy rival; as well as the young professor from your university years. And despite their shorter and more mysterious descriptions, they are both main RO’s, along with Ash & Ori.

Will you try to repair the broken connections plaguing your coven, or forge a brand new path? Will you decide to confront the nightmares of your past face on in the Demonhall arena, or continue to ignore the literal demons that chase you?

~ Fully customisable character — you can currently play as a woman, man, or non-binary person; straight, gay, or bisexual. Customise your character's personality, style and how they reacted in major moments of their life leading up to present events,

~ Choose how to react to your current coven dynamics — fight to save your soulmates & strengthen your long-established bonds, or play around on greener pastures with other witches

~ Meet your familiar and decide which form it takes, with your familiar's animal impacting the story

~ Set up a cozy, witchy corner to call your own! A few options include a reclaimed lighthouse, luxurious penthouse in the sky, and a secluded cabin in the woods

~ Continue to cross sexual conquests off your list of Lovers to Bed, or get serious and pursue a more serious connection. There are currently 4.5 love interests [all gender variable] as well as an optional poly route. I'm also considering bringing back a character who was cut from the OG story... TBD!

~ Decide what happened to MC's relationship with Ash, in the years since graduation. Have they drifted apart while leading separate lives, or have they been on-and-off for the better part of a decade?

~ Get answers & closure by chasing down ghosts from your past. Give yourself over to the demons in your past, or fight to find a balance between your life and the monsters at the gate.

~ Explore the ever-changing hellscapes of Demonhall and confront your demons, or keep those traumatic memories in the past where they belong

~ But above all else, choose which path your character takes going forward. Chase your dreams and loves, or turn your back, light it up & watch the world burn around you.

During your time at Ariadne Academy, rumours swirled nonstop about your coven.

You got along too well.

You loved each other too hard.

Some people said you were a bunch of weirdos, while others whispered [a little too loudly] that all of your parents had conspired together, bribing the Witches Council to put you all together in one coven. But back then you couldn't give a shit about anyone or anything outside your Silver Lake home.

You found your first love within your coven, as well as seven other soulmates. And for a long time, that was all you needed.

☆ Elijah Akos {m}

☆ Suki Aoki {f}

♡ Aisling Casablanca {f} // Asher Casablanca {m}

♡ Oriana Helyr {f} // Orion Helyr {m}

☆ Belladonna Humphrey {f}

☆ Endora Stills {f}

☆ Hazel Trout {f} — Deceased

☆ Bren Wylder {m}

The grandiose and horrifying Demonhall is a favourite pastime for Witches young and old. Two opposing covens enter the arena (or as it's lovingly called by fans, the Demon Dome) and are sealed inside. Usually a timer is set for 6 hours, but some exhibition games run a 'last Witch standing' simulator, that can go on for days.

At the core of every Demonhall arena lies it's true power, a demonstone. The crystalized heart of a demon powers and creates unique and dangerous environments for covens to progress through. Whether it's a futuristic, neon playground; the dilapidated ruins of Titans; or a much too lifelike version of the floor is lava, each unique setting has been randomly and lovingly crafted by the demonstone.

Just as each demon is unique and come with their specific set of baggage challenges, so do their corresponding arenas. Some are more manipulative in luring you into their traps, while others don't waste time in throwing everything they've got at you.

The object of the game, quite simply, is to challenge & toss opposing witches out of the match, using whatever spells & curses, or hexes & charms you keep in your arsenal. All while avoiding the real terror of the Demonhall, the demon itself.

For over a decade, your life revolved around Demonhall. You were the Lead for your coven, meaning you often bore the brunt of whatever the demonstone was hurtling at you. Your Silver Lake coven dominated the amateur Demonhall circuit for the better part of a decade. You and your covemates were elevated to a level of celebrity that few others at Ariadne Academy could relate to, as you were splashed across dozens of magazine covers before you were 18.

You planned your life around your obsession and love of the game, and as your graduation approached, you fielded dozens of offers to play for top-tier professional teams. But then... the unexpected happened during a match and you lost a member of your coven.

☆The First Love☆ ...& Ash's playlist

Aisling DeLoach {f} // Asher DeLoach {m}, 31

Ash was your first love. You dated for several years during your time at Ariadne Academy. You grew up together in your Silver Lake cottage and soon after you met, you found it hard to deny your teenage crush.

You bonded over a mutual (rather mad) obsession with Demonhall, and it didn't take long for that bond to translate onto the arena. The Silver Lake Demonhall coven dominated the competition, thanks in large part to the connection you shared with Ash.

You made plans together to follow your passions after graduation, and even courted the interest of several top-tier professional clubs. They wanted you both, and were willing to restructure their teams around you & Ash.

But life happened, and you surprised everyone when you suddenly broke things off with Ash and the Demonhall teams. Instead you followed a secondary love and traveled across the world in pursuit of cryptozoological mysteries.

In the decade that you've been working out in the field, Ash has been named Demonhall MVP for three years in a row. Their legions of adoring fans have only multiplied. Is there room for you in their life nowadays, or is it truly too late?

☆The Best Friend☆ ...& Ori's playlist

Oriana Helyr {f} // Orion Helyr {m}, 30

Ori has been your longest and closest friend. No matter what your relationship was like with the rest of the coven, you could always count on Ori having your back. And sometimes being a shoulder to cry on, during the rockier parts of your relationship with Ash. In a way, it's always felt like the three of you had your own kind of connection, but at times, that could put Ori in the middle of your shit with Ash.

Ori is a highly sought after Master Architect, one of only two in the country. They’re instrumental to the buildings integrity and the future success of it’s residences. Ori often spends weeks onsite, crafting intricate enchantments around the bones of the structure, ensuring not only structural safety but doing everything in their power to position them for prosperity.

There's never been any fronts or facades with Ori, just transparent (sometimes brutal) honesty. You've never had to pretend around them and you might even be your truest self when you're with them. And then the two of you would stay up all night, talking and watching movies, and polishing off copious amounts of alcohol. In fact, many of those nights ended up serving as inspiration for your new experimental potion, a cure-all hangover draught.

In the years since the academy, Ori has tracked you down across the globe too many times to count. It always seemed like they had some magical way of knowing when your life was going to shit and they'd spontaneously turn up with boxes of wine & chocolate, immediately taking over your kitchen to cook up something utterly delicious

☆The Lifelong Rival☆

Viridian ‘Poe’ Black {f/m}, 31

Poe was one of your very first friends, long before the academy. Your mothers ran in the same high society circles and so you were often left to your own devices. For Poe that usually meant running off into the woods to scout for berries and beasts, or tirelessly watching or reading up on anything to do with Demonhall. And in fact, decades later, you've still never met anyone as obsessed with the game as them. Even as a kid, Poe was haughty and overtly snobby; they always knew exactly what and who they liked, and rarely strayed outside the lines.

But for some reason or another, you were someone they happily tolerated and actually seemed to like. Much to their delight, Their Demonhall fanaticism eventually infected you as well, and you spent countless hours debating the various forms, methods, and positions of the beautiful but deadly game. The two of you would often daydream about your future life at Ariadne Academy, and their eyes lit up with unabashed glee when they spoke of how together, you would bring about a new era of Demonhall. But then came the week before coven placements. And even after all of their extensive testing, you & Poe weren't placed together.

After that Poe very rarely spoke to you and altogether stopped responding to your many messages over the years, and just like that, the delicate friendship you once shared was snuffed out. And while they'd always been sarcastic and biting, that had rarely been directed towards you. Until you were put in competition, both academically and in the Demonhall arena, and then you were introduced to an entirely different side of Poe. The one that knew your weaknesses and just when to exploit them, who seemed to take a particular happiness from your defeat.

☆The One That Got Away☆

Julia St. James {f} // Julian St. James {m}, 35

The two of you have a rather torrid history. Or at least, you might in another universe. In this one, sadly, your love affair was cut prematurely short after one perfect night. Before it could even begin.

Shortly after arriving in Iceland but before your apprenticeship could officially begin, you found yourself alone in a pub. Suddenly Jules slid into the booth opposite you, apologizing profusely while begging you to let them stay on a moment while they avoided a rather cantankerous individual. You didn’t stop them from ordering a drink, and then one turned into two, and two into three, until neither of you could say how much time had passed while you’d been talking away.

You talked of magic and philosophy, theology and literature, and no matter the topic, there was never an awkward pause or break in conversation. And not once did they bring up Demonhall. It was somehow exactly what you needed at the time, just weeks following your graduation from Ariadne Academy and everything that had had transpired in the weeks before.

That night you both felt on the verge of something so much more. Before it was complicated by running into a colleague of theirs out with their wife. She was an acquaintance of your mother's and expressed shock that you'd be seen out and about with Jules St. James, the newest and youngest junior professor in the university's history, and a somewhat big deal in deity and divination circles.

☆ ...

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lloydfrontera · 3 months

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You know, regarding Lloyd's achievement in history and whether ordinary citizens know him or not made me crave post canon modern au.

Imagine seeing an in universe fanfic authors notes in ao3 or twitter crying about how they simply wanted to write a story set in Lloys time but they just keep diving into rabbit holes.

Kinda like

"So i was writing an historical au set in Alician era where the MC had a detour in Cremo and he was admiring a statue by the sea with a local explaining its history. Of course, I needed to do some research only to found out that Lloyd Frontera, YES, THAT Lloyd Frontera who made the Pantara railroad defeated some sea monster, nearly died and got statue for it"

Maybe someone from Beneto Kingdom being so confused because all he learned from history in school (Beneto history) is that Lloyd is just some brilliant engineer so he got specially confused on why in the movie he was watching set in Alician era is Lloyd fighting a goddamn bone dragon.

I'm interested on how scholars and political figures bemoan and analyse Lloyd's action and achievement but ordinary people's Internet discourse could be so much fun as well.

Javier and Lloyd getting the Alexander and Haphaestion treatment on whether they were lovers or not. The discourse would be so toxic lol.

oh my god forget changing the history of civil engineering forever, sparking the nastiest discourse ever on history/fandom internet forums is lloyd's true greatest achievement akshfksdg

he's the go to historical domain character used to set the time period for a historical movie/book/series. he's the guy writers insert to give their work a more period accurate vibe. everyone knows just enough about him to make really passionate history nerds very angry about all the inaccuracies and made up facts that are taken as common knowledge.

i'm thinking people of completely different online circles all knowing about lloyd in some capacity but regarding completely separate facets of his life and work and being so surprised when they accidentally find yet another whole field lloyd revolutionized. like.

a sword nerd who's really into the concept of the asrahan core technique and knows perfectly well that lloyd helped invent it getting gobsmacked about the fact that's the same guy that laid the ground for modern sewer systems.

a fan of historical romance stories who is used to seeing lloyd as a fun cameo in the background of stories set in the alician period being really confused when they open their book on thermodynamics and see there's a whole chapter dedicated to a method lloyd figured out to create ice without the need of magic.

a train enthusiast who is really fascinated by the rudimentary switchback system lloyd frontera implemented when the concept of a train wasn't even known in the empire being completely dumbfounded when their friends invite them to see a movie about that one time lloyd frontera and his knight defeated a knight of hell in namaran.

i think it's definitely a meme to post "so i was doing research for my asfahan au and went on a rabbit hole and guess who fucking built the qanat that's widely regarded as the only reason the kingdom didn't fall into civil war. take a wild fucking guess" "was it lloyd frontera" "IT WAS FUCKING LLOYD FRONTERA OF COURSE IT WAS"

i'm also certain there would be some guys who think he's overrated and people should really stop talking so much about him when there's so many other historical figures who are just as interesting and not as recognized 🙄. to which people immediately go "mad cause your history blorbo didn't defeat a bone dragon aren't you" at them

Javier and Lloyd getting the Alexander and Haphaestion treatment on whether they were lovers or not. The discourse would be so toxic lol.

they definitely get the alexander and hephaestion treatment you are so correct. they're also the achilles and patroclus of the modern magentano girlies. there's a bunch of 'queer retellings' of their lives. they're the go to example for homoerotic friendships. there's a bunch of edits that mix historical paintings of them with ship fanart with that 'history hates lovers' song playing over them. dudebros get really angry about it. llojavi truthers pull out their 20 pages long annotations that start with "they fucking slept in the same bedroom for years" and it only gets worse.

there's one poor person online who just really fucking wants to know how and why lloyd frontera changed faces one day out of the blue with no one ever explaining it. there's no official records. no member of the royal family ever made a statement about it. why is everyone acting like the frontera family didn't have one eldest son for 25-29 years and one day suddenly had a completely different one. what the fuck is going on.

so. yeah. i'm a little obsessed with this concept actually ajkshdksa

#hey i got an ask #myfracturedlife #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #llojavi #<- i guess??

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onemeangreenbean · 4 months

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Anything CH 6

SUMMARY: On the precipice of death Wynter does the only thing she can think to do to save herself. Something that is forbidden in her practice….to summon a demon and make a deal. The demon that answers her call ask what Wynter is offering and in her delirious state she answers with the only thing she can think of “Anything”.

PAIRING: Demon!Yoongi x BlackWitch OC

GENRE: Demon AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Soulmates, Smut, Fluff, Angst, slowburn

WARNINGS: none

WORDCOUNT: 5,838

A/N: Hey! Here is chapter 6. This one and the next are a little slow but we gotta do it for the plot! Also I feel the need to state that I in fact grew up listening to Super Junior so don't take anything in this fic TOO seriously. As always I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to interact and talk to me 🥰

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“Get up.” The chill from the AC bombarded Wynter’s body as she fought to pull the comforter back up. When she got it settled around her again it was yanked off of her, but this time Yoongi had discarded the offending material on the floor so that she couldn’t re-cover herself.

Wynter groaned as she opened on eye to peer up at the demon lording over her. His gaze was piercing as he waited for her to move. Instead of getting up like she knew he was hoping for she opted to grab a pillow and place it over her head to block out the sun. It was short lived as the pillow was promptly yanked off causing Wynter to groan louder.

What she didn’t expect was to be lifted off of the bed, a small yelp living her lips as she was unceremoniously tossed on the couch. She shot him a glare through her half sleep gaze as she tried to reorient herself to being vertical. Yoongi stood there patiently, jaw tense, as Wynter got herself together pulling her bonnet off letting her curls spill forward in a mess around her head.

“Yoongi, it’s too fucking early for this.” Wynter mumbled as she walked over to her alter to give thanks to her ancestors. Centering herself she rang the brass bell and lit an incense. Yoongi had been on this kick for the past few weeks of waking her up at the ass crack of dawn to get started in training. He was instance on getting her back to the basics. Quizzing her constantly and making sure her rootwork practice what up to snuff. Which it was in Wynter’s eyes, but not according to Yoongi’s standards.

She had been reading books on theology, wards, curses, spells, demonology, magical items, spiritual weapons, and various of “essential” knowledge that the little demon deemed necessary. Not that it wasn’t, just that waking up this early to study it was. Wynter was a zombie as she walked around the apartment checking the wards. Her magic lazy and slow this early. What she needed was caffeine, which was being held hostage behind Yoongi’s body which was leaned up against the counter as he observed her.

“Move,” grumbling she shoved him aside to reach the coffee maker. Her taste buds awaited the steaming liquid but as she poured it she could tell that it was ice cold. Wynter side eyed the demon as she slammed her cup onto the counter. Closing her eyes she prayed for the strength the not punch him in the face.

Hanging her head she hovered her hand over the cup of cold liquid. The spell was easy, a simple ward and small incantation, it was the focus that threw it off for her. Wynter was great at throwing up protection wards. It was what she was tasked with at home. She was comfortable with them because after doing something for so long it become second nature. Other facets of magic, even different wards, were something she wasn’t comfortable with. Not being confident in her magic was her biggest problem and hindrance to her magical life.

Wynter knew that she needed to get comfortable using magic in her everyday life in order to move past her aversion to her own power. It was hard though. The wall she had put up between her and the ability to let the energy flow naturally was blocked. Magic that was yielded with hesitance and fear, was magic that was dangerous to all, including the person wielding it. Yoongi was trying to move her past it, forcing her day in and day out to use it in her life. Even if it meant warming up coffee.

Steam began to raise from her mug as she focused on the feeling of warmth she wanted the liquid to take on, focusing on controlling how much magic she let out. Yoongi watched her quietly as he monitored the flow of energy. Scorching liquid splashed up on Wynter and all over the counter and cabinets as the cup exploded. “Damnit!” Fustratrated, snatched up a rag from the sink and started cleaning up the mess - throwing the broken ceramic pieces in to the garbage. Yoongi silently assisted her in the clean up and warmed up some coffee for her.

“I’m never going to get it.” She scowled down at the perfectly temperature coffee. How he was able to do it so effortlessly aggravated her to no end.

“You just need to stop rushing it, and trust that it will work the way it’s supposed to.” Yoongi stated. “You try to control it to much.” Scoffing Wynter looked out the window. She knew that Yoongi was right. That if she allowed the magic to follow the natural flow it wanted to instead of trying to force it then she probably wouldn’t have to clean up coffee every morning.

“You have any news on Jiyeon?” Wynter wanted to change the topic, even if the topic caused Yoongi to let out a frustrated sigh.

“No. It seems as though she’s gone underground.” Wynter knew that Yoongi had been working trying to locate the witch who cursed her but every lead he had was a deadend. Her apartment stood empty and anyone he asked about her seemed to act like she never even existed. Which at this point, Wynter was even starting to doubt if the girls name was even Jiyeon.

“She has to be working for someone, which makes sense. But to go through so much to kill you and take you power is what’s bothering me.” Yoongi seemed to be talking more to himself than to Wynter at this point. She watched as his brows furrowed and his face pulled into his think face - little pout and all. He had been sending out all of the contacts that he had to see if they could gather any information about a low level witch who was working for a high level demon, but nothing had come back so far.

Wynter walked off to leave Yoongi to his mumbling and plotting. While she still was having problems letting go of her “control” issues with the flow of magic, she was improving on her ability to place wards on her body. She still had to do it everyday, so it took some time in the morning , but she just incorporated it into her morning routine. The one that she was happy she mastered was the mind block one. Living with someone who could read your mind was annoying on the best of days and infuriating on the worst. So as soon as she saw that it was thing she all but bullied Yoongi into teaching her.

Though living with the demon wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi did his share around their now shared tiny apartment, mostly taking over the cooking. Wynter doesn’t understand how she had become banned from her own damn kitchen but she wasn’t going to complain about the amazing meals coming out of it. Her regular diet of ramen and sandwiches thrown to the wayside. It also wasn’t as awkward as she imagined it to be living with a grown , and incredibly attractive, man would be. They had only walked in on each other twice in the bathroom which, while it wasn’t Yoongi hadn’t already seen on her, Wynter saw just enough to keep her up at night.

They left each other alone for the most part if it didn’t involve training or the curse. Yoongi had still yet to tell Wynter about the war brewing down below that he was now the official head of, but she worked enough that he could just go to his meetings and be back before she got home. He only needed her involved in one problem at a time.

Yoongi cast as glance to the side as Wynter opened the fridge, taking in her shorts and t-shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be looking but while he had promised himself to not think any further about the soulmate bond, he still allowed himself the occasionally look at her ass. “Do you know any wards to help stay cool?” Wynter pulled out some homemade ice tea and poured it into a reusable coffee cup to take with her.

Seoul had been hit with a heatwave for the past few days and it was making everything miserable, including her walk to Mikrokosmos. “Yeah,” Setting his empty coffee on the counter he walked over to where Wynter stood with her head in the freezer trying to cool off. When she heard him stand behind her, she reluctantly removed her head from the icey salvation. Taking his hand he placed it on her forehead and thought about the coolest spring day he could think off. What the breeze feels like? How it felt on his skin as the light chill spring air cocooned him.

“Thank god!” She groaned laid her forehead on his chest. The movement startling him a bit since he had been trying his best to avoid touching her outside of the normal amount. “Why didn’t you let me do it though,” Wynter’s voice came out mumbled from where her face was in his chest.

“Be serious. You exploded a cup a coffee, there was no way you weren’t going to make yourself freeze to death.” His chuckled rumbled in his chest causing Wynter to removed her head and look up at him. Eyes big and wide as she pouted a bit.

“That’s why I have you here to unthaw me,” she smiled up at him. Wynter had one of those smiles that lit up her whole face as she laughed. Tapping his chest so that Yoongi could take a step back, she thanked him and made her way towards the door. Slipping on her shoes and grabbing her bag she chirped out a goodbye to Yoongi as she left.

The walk wasn’t as miserable as it had been in past days now that she had the cooling ward that Yoongi had placed on her. Wynter was annoyed that she hadn’t thought to ask him about it earlier that week. The store was quiet when she got in, but she could see the light coming out of Namjoon’s workspace in the back so she knew he was here. If today was going to be anything like the past few weeks had been she was sure she wouldn’t see the tall shaman until around closing.

Sighing she opened the store in silence and went about restocking some of the books in the back. Wynter was happy that the store was able to get back to what it was pre-fight. Between Wynter and Namjoon’s magic, they had been able to piece the place back together relatively quick, barring a few books that were destroyed in the fight. Since than though Wynter noticed that Namjoon had been keeping his distance from her. Only interacting when it pertained to the store or when he needed to re up her amulet.

Really the only Kim that would talk to her for any amount of time was Taehyung. All Jin did was see the youngest to the store with food and medicine for Wynter. She had apologized profusely for Yoongi hurting him, the red welt around his neck a constant reminder. Eventually he told her to stop and that it was okay, but his visits to the store and talks to her we less frequent and oftentimes short. She figured that both Seokjin and Taehyung were trying to stay out of the way until Wynter and Namjoon started talking again.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on her part. Wynter valued Namjoon’s friendship and presences in her life and didn’t want to loose that. She had tried everything from food to asking questions about an obscure topic he would usually spend hours explaining to her. Yet, she had only receive short answers or the occasional hum of acknowledgement. Each time she walked away in defeat but today Wynter was determine to talk to the man.

One the few morning costumers had left, Wynter armed herself with her homemade sweet tea and ventured back into the workshop. The sweet tea had always been her trump card when she was in trouble. Now was it because of her immaculate recipe or her doing a small sweetin’ spell on it? Who could really say. All that mattered was that it never failed to sweeten people up and make a situation and conversations easier to navigate. Her knuckles rapted on the wooden door frame alerting Namjoon of her presence. Usually Wynter would just walk in but she didn’t want to overstep any of the new boundaries that had been put up.

“Yeah,” his voice was barely audible, but she heard it nonetheless.

“I brought you some of my homemade sweet tea,” Wynter said in a sing song voice. When she got no response so went on, “It’s a great cool and refreshing way to beat this heat.” Wynter watched as Namjoon continued working on whatever it was he was working on, not even sparing her a glance. “I figured you may be thirsty,” her voice trailed off as Namjoon heaved a sigh, dragon eyes looking up.

“What do you want, Wynter?” The cold indifference in his voice was jarring to her, but she understood where it was coming from.

“Well, the store is empty and I came back to see what you were up to,” she tapped the glass in her hand and she tried to keep the conversation going. “You know see if you needed help with anything.”

Namjoon regarding her for a moment before answer, “Well, I don’t need help.” The conversation was getting nowhere, especially not in the direction that Wynter needed it to go in. He had even turned back to his task. She knew that Namjoon was good at reading between the lines, so at this point it just seemed as though he was going to make her work for every single syllable she pulled from him.

Wynter was tired of tip toeing around him. With a huff she stalked over to his desk and sat the glass of tea in front of him. Pulling up a wayward chair and sitting down. “What would you like for me to say?” Her frustration with the situation bleeding out into her tone. “I’ve apologized I don’t know how many times. I’ve put in extra hours. I’m tried to start conversations with you on various topics. Brought peace offerings. Took my studies seriously. So what do I have to say or do to get you to speak to me?”

While her tone wasn’t the nicest she needed him to lay it out for her because she was losing him, her best friend. Namjoon shook his head at her outburst, taking his glasses off to rub his eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know Wyn.” Silence hung between them as she waited for him to continue. “What do you talk about with someone who betrayed you in various ways? Look,” his eyes soften as he took inWynter’s demeanor. Her figure closing in on itself. “I want to forgive you, and I do, I’m just finding it hard to figure out where to start rebuilding our trust.”

Wynter gave a curt nod as she racked her brain. She knew he was right, because if the roles were reversed she would’ve kicked Namjoon out of her life in a heartbeat. The fact that she still was even working at his store was really just a testament to how kind and patient he was. She understood that it was going to take some time in order to build their relationship back up but she at least had a step. Slowly she slid the glass over to him.

“I think I may have a way.” Namjoon looked at the golden liquid skeptical as Wynter explained. “This is my special sweeting sweet tea-”

“Isn’t all sweet tea sweet?” Wynter rolled her eyes at his interruption.

“Yes. But this one is special because it has a sweeting charm on it.” Before he could protest she cut him off, “It’s nothing serious, just a charm to help you see situation a bit better. Open you mind up to paths that you wouldn’t have considered if you were upset. I promise it doesn’t make you feel or think things you wouldn’t normally.”

Namjoon picked up the glass, the ice clinking around as he inspected it. “My mama would always give it to me if I was having a bad day or was mad about something as a kid. Completely harmless. See?” She reached over and took a sip of the cool liquid. As it ran down her throat she felt the world become brighter. Colors more vivid and her deposition that this conversation was hopeless shift into one full of prospects and compromises. It took a moment of him observing her but he must have felt like it was okay because he finally took a drink himself.

“Wow,” Namjoon smacked his lips as he peered down into the glass. “This is really good.”

“Is there anything that you want to know that could help as move forward? I cherish you in my life and I want us to get back to some semblance of what we had before.” She didn’t want to pressure him but she figured if she was tired then so was he.

“Are you really okay with him having you soul and power?” Namjoon stared directly into her eyes. It wasn’t a question that she thought he would ask.

Shifting uncomfortable in the seat, Wynter looked at her hands in her lap unable to meet his gaze. “Of course not! It’s actually terrifying , but,” She paused trying to collect her thoughts and words so that Namjoon wouldn’t misunderstand. “I feel deep down that out of all of the options that could have happened this was the best outcome.” Namjoon’s eyes shoot up into his eyebrows at her words.

Before he could interrupt she continued, “I know it sounds crazy, but I’m just being honest. I’m still going to try everything I can to find a way out of this contract but to be frank Yoongi is a really good teacher.”

Scoffing, Namjoon shook his head, “I’ve been trying to teach and mentor you for over a year. Are you saying that I’m shit at it.”

Wynter could see the hurt that was in his eyes as he posed his question. “Absolutely not!” She leaned over placing his hands in hers. “You are a wonderful teacher it’s just that you both teach differently. I still learned the bulk of what I know from you. Yoongi just has a more abrasive why of getting his points across,” she mumbled the last bit, still annoyed at being woken up so damn early.

“Truly, I’m sorry that I betrayed your trust and didn’t come to you with this sooner.” Wynter whispered softly. “I trust you implicitly but I didn’t show you that, so let me prove it.” The both sat in silence as Namjoon eyes moved across her face, seeming to try and gauge if she was lying or not.

“Okay,” Namjoon nodded after coming to his decision and squeezed her hands, taking note of how small they were in his. “You really want to find a why out of this contract?”

“Fuck yes,” Wynter laughed, bringing a small smile to Namjoon’s face.

“Well, it looks like I better get to researching-” Wynter threw her arms around the man before he could finish his sentence. Pulling him into a tight hug. Namjoon was too stunned to react right away but quickly wrapped his arms around Wynter. It felt nice to have her in his arms but he let go as soon as she did. “Um, let me reup your necklace.” He held out his hand for her to drop the amulet into.

Quickly she unhooked it and gave it to him. It had becoming routine for them in the past few weeks. Namjoon wanted to make sure that the amulet was always at it’s strongest, especially with a curse as strong as it was chipping away at the protection. He made sure to re-enchant it every few days. Between Namjoon’s amulet, Jin’s medicine, and Yoongi’s hovering, Wynter felt as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as knew, but she could tell that she was regaining her spiritual energy back. She wasn’t at a hundred percent, but she was at least up to seventy-five, which was enough to start training training according to Yoongi.

Wynter didn’t agree but the demon was unwavering in his resolve. If she could push back actually having to use her power until never she would. The thought of unleashing it filled her with anxiety and fear. Yoongi wasn’t wrong because she could feel the power that she tried to suppress bubbling to the surface, an unfortunate byproduct of everyone trying to help her. It wasn’t even something she had been knowingly doing.

The rest of her shift felt less awkward now that they had talked and flew by. “Um, let me know if you need anything,” Namjoon returned her necklace. “I’ll try and see what I can find out about breaking high level demon contracts.”

“Thanks again, Joonie!” Wynter stated as she gathered her things to get ready to leave, missing the blush that colored the mans face. She needed to get home in order to call her momma. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she called as she rushed out the storefront. She didn’t get to talk to her momma often due to time difference between them, so when she could find a way to she took it.

Thankfully, the walk home was quick and the apartment thankfully empty, Wynter didn’t know where Yoongi went off to when she wasn’t around but she honestly did not care cause it gave her some peace and quiet. Her phone rang as she was warming up some leftover that Yoongi had left in the fridge for her. “Momma!”

“Hey, baby,” the honey tone of her momma’s voice soothed Wynter. “Is now a good time?”

“Any times a good time when you call,” the both chuckled at Wynter’s cheesiness. “How’s business going?” Her momma had a small shop in their town where she would take on clients to do some spiritual work for. It wasn’t lucrative but it did pay the bills and allow them to live comfortably.

“Oh, it’s going. Rev. Brown asked me to help him in some candle rituals this last week. Apparently, the congregation has been going through it!” The talked for a bit about the hometown gossip and how family was doing. “Right, Marcus asked about you the other day.”

Wynter’s smiled faded at hearing that her former friend had inquired about her. It was hard keeping her distance but she needed to. Wynter knew she didn’t deserve his thoughts, after when she had done.

“Oh baby,” she hated hearing the pity in her momma’s voice. “You got to let it go. You can’t keep denying you abilities.” Wynter snorted in response because of course she would say that. Her family had always seen her power as a blessing, when what it truly was was a curse. “You have got to not let it control you.”

“That’s easier said then done. You don’t understand what it’s like having this ability.” Wynter’s family had been filled with powers focusing on healing or prophecy and protection. Not her power though. She had a power that could create as much as it could destroy. A matter based power that allowed her to pluck things out of and into existence but since matter can neither be created or destroyed, anything she created had to come from somewhere. Wynter found out the hard way the bigger the creation the bigger the destruction.

A walking black hole is how she would describe herself. Slowly dragging things into her orbit and pulling them apart atom by atom. That’s what she did to Marcus and if it wasn’t for his quick thinking he would be dead too. So, no, Wynter had no desire to try to learn to control her power or train with it, but with her contract with Yoongi she was going to have to figure it out.

“I know I don’t understand the impact using your gift has on you, but what I do understand is that you not being able to control it is more my fault than yours-”

“Momma,” Wynter sighed.

“No, Wynter. If I took the time to learn more about you gift and trained you properly than you would be in a better place. So that’s on me.” Wynter could hear her mommas determination bleeding though the phone. It was the same conversation that they had every time her power would be brought up. Both of them trying to out guilty the other, leading only into silence as they both never knew how to resolve the problem.

Though this time Wynter understood, albeit reluctantly, that the solution lay with the demon she had made a deal with. Yoongi knew what he was doing and Wynter trusted that he would be able to stop her if need be. It was an uncomfortable truth admitting that she was using him as a kind of safety net that she knew Namjoon wanted to be for her. In order to be truly open to using her power she needed someone she knew would be willing to take her out if it became out of control.

Wynter hated that the only way she could see using her power was by knowing the death was the only way to stop her, but until proven otherwise that’s what she would go with. They spoke for a bit more after that, the conversation stilted but they would rather go through a million awkward pauses then hangup that phone. She conveniently didn’t mention how she made a deal with a demon to her momma, figuring she had had enough lecturing to last her a life time. Wynter knew it was only a matter of time until one of her ancestors dimed her out so she would just wait until she couldn’t any more.

“Well, I gotta go make this food for your father before he starts tearing up my house. He already done came in her twice with those big ol eyes of his,” her momma chuckled.

“Okay. Tell him I said hi and that I love him.”

“I will. Love you baby.”

“Love you to momma.”

The smoke in the bar was causing Yoongi’s nose to itch, ut he tampered down the urge to scratch it. He hated having to meet in places like this but this bar was the only one he was sure he had full control over. Solar had been a formidable ally to this rebellion and had graciously allowed him and the others to meet up to strategize there.

Moonbyul gave him a head nod, which he returned, as he walked by and down the hidden stairway that was tucked behind the bar. He heard his men before he saw them. “All I’m saying, Jimin, is that if it was me Shindong wouldn’t have been able to get away. You go to soft on them.”

“I’m sorry, but unlike you I was a little preoccupied with making sure I didn’t fucking die.” Yoongi made it to the bottom of the stairs and saw the to two young ones still arguing while, Hobi watched amused and drunk his beer.

“Hyung tell him my job is hard too,” Jungkook turned to Yoongi with a slight pout on his lips and doe eyes imploring him to take his side. Jimin on the other hand looked ready to throw his chair at the youngest face.

“Both jobs are hard,” Yoongi mumbled out. “But unlike Jimin you’re not actively fighting.” Jungkook let out a gasp of betrayal while Jimin just looked smug. They continued bickering with Hobi’s encouragement in the form of snide remarks. Yoongi sipped his whisky as he took it in, not realizing that he missed this. The feeling of being around people who would do anything for you and vice versa.

All three men had followed him into the underworld without a second thought, committing themselves to a life in literal hell. Jimin was the best assassin that Yoongi had and Jungkook was right behind them. Their competition to be better than each other made them the best in the kingdom. Though at the end of the day they would do anything to protect one another. Yoongi couldn’t believe that in his long life that he had found folks willing to follow hims blindly into hell. Stupid if anyone asked him.

Taking a final sip of the amber liquid Yoongi cleared his throat, the table quieting down. Glancing over at Jimin he asked, “Updates?”

“I was able to gather some territories in the west but then Shindong started in with those fucking earthquakes. Everytime I would think I got far enough away I’d be hit with one.” Jimin ran his hands through his auburn hair. Yoongi grimace at the thought of the demons earth magic. It was handy in a way that he could just open up the earth and swallow you whole. He was happy that Jimin hadn’t fallen into one of the fissures Shindong opened up.

“I was able to gather about another legion or two before I had to fight him head on. Unfortunately, he got away by creating a rift.” At this Jungkook snickered. “When you’re staring into a bottomless chasm see if you don’t save yourself!”

“What about you, Jungkook?” Yoongi watched as the young assassin turned to look at him.

“I was able to injury Yesung and take a grab about half a legion from his territory,” he stated proudly. Fortunately for them demons are fickle with their loyalty. So if they are unhappy with the currently reign then they are easily swayed to whoever’s side will overthrow. Yoongi was just happy he had made a large enough name for himself to cause demons to follow him without pause.

He had always been good at domestic and foreign affairs, making it easy for him to create allies. Unlike Jungsoo who made enemies everywhere he went.

“Okay. Hoseok?”

The red haired demon looked over the brim of his beer and made eye contact with Yoongi. “I was able to take out Heechul and Eunhyuk. I know they were on your ass for a bit, but they like the rest of the ELF faction think that they’re infallible, which they found out that they are not.” The smile that he had on his face could be describe as sinister and Yoongi had never been more happy that he would never have to face his best friend in battle.

“I was also able to get some information out of them about some of Jungsoos plan,” Hoseok tilted his head to the side as he thought. “It’s not a lot to go on but it seems as though he’s power collecting. My opinion,” he stated frowning, “It seems as though he feels his power slipping and it’s trying to tighten the reins by outranking and outpowering any opposition.” Yoongi hummed in thought and agreement, tapping his finger on the table as he thought. It sounded like something Jungsoo would do. It’s what ever fading leader or dynasty did to protect itself; lash out, becoming overly aggressive, and in this cause make mistakes. Power hoarding wasn’t unheard of but it’s something only bottomfeeder demons did, not something someone in Jungsoo’s position would do because it made them look weak, and that was something Yoongi could use to his advantage.

Smirking Yoongi’s tapping stopped. “We need to keep gathering factions and allies, but don’t engage any of ELF. I want them scrambling trying to regain the ones they lost. Jimin start a few rumors regarding them stealing powers, make sure they stick. Jungkook keep doing what you’re doing focus on the SHAWOLS faction, we need them on our side to turn the rest. Hobi,” Yoongi paused to run his hands through his hair, “figure out where these powers are coming from. We need to find a way to cut off the supply.”

The men at the table all nodded in agreement. The stayed for a bit longer, catching up and drink a few more rounds, not really knowing the next time they would see each other. They all knew that war was brutal and that tomorrow was never promised so they always made the most of their time together. It was a fucked up family, but it was their fucked up family. Yoongi, as always, was the first to leave, having reached his interaction threshold.

“Where are you off to, hyung?” Jungkook inquired, the alcohol making his face flushed. Yoongi knew that he would have to tell them about Wynter at some point but for know he wanted to just keep her to himself.

“Took a new contract-” the sound of disbelief and confusion went between Jungkook and Jimin. “Yah! I take them every now and then.”

“Taking on a contract in the middle of a war is an interesting choice,” Yoongi leveled Hobi with a glare. He was fully aware that dividing his time was a risky move but he also knew that having someone with a power like Wynter’s on their side would be useful. If he could get her to use the fucking thing.

“It was an interesting case,” he quirked an eyebrow challenging any of them to press him further. Hobi raised his hands in surrender and chuckled. Yoongi owed them an explanation, just not today. “See you all later.” He apparated once he made it out of the bar.

The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of the tv playing quietly. He was silent in his steps as he walked over to where Wynter was curled up on the couch. A half drunk glass of wine on the coffee table and a book laid haphazardly over her face. He still couldn’t understand how she could read with the tv on and still comprehend what she was reading.

A sigh slipped past his lips and he lifted her into his arms, taking her over to the bed. She made a small whimper as she got comfortable again, falling into a deeper sleep. Yoongi cleaned up her mess before crawling into the otherside of the bed. It had become routine that Yoongi would stay in bed with her as she was still waking up in the middle of the night having night terrors. He got little to no sleep this way. The warmth from her body a constant reminder of her presence next to him. Honestly, he didn’t know why he was torturing himself that this, but he knew that if it made her feel safer he would do it.

#bts smut #bts x reader #bts x black reader #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #yoongi x black reader #bts x oc #bts x black girl #min yoongi x reader #yoongi x oc

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dailydegurechaff · 10 months

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What is Marry like in this AU of yours?

God I fucking hate Tanya von Degurechaff so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every piece of propaganda she's in, every photo, every parade, every video, she's got this painfully serious, annoying as shit, fuckass blank look on her stupid fucking face. Absolutely no part of her ugly as sin piece of shit appearance is endearing. Her stumpy fucking legs? How the hell is someone that fucking short. Her dumb little silver wings medal? Her shitty, round bastard face? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking ANTENNAE that no person in her company has EVER FUCKING TRIED TO FIX FOR HER IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate her. I hate her so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a White Silver toy or a propaganda poster or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little war criminal into the fucking sun. "tee-hee! I'm Tanya, the White Fucking Silver, I like war crimes". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like a shithead little brat. Your dumb fucking antenna hair makes your whole shitty head look like an unkempt street cat. I hate your dumb fucking little button nose and your stupid, stern blue eyes and your over-the-top no-nonsense hardass asshole personality. Any time she smiles it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know she's just a single fucking child soldier in a giant fucking empire’s army, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether a tiny piece of a greater evil. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing propaganda utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate her. I hate her on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Tanya the Evil is, for all intents and purposes, a single facet of the army subjugating the world- a propagandized pawn distilled into the single, hateable form of a shining ideal soldier for every other imperial scumbag to emulate. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate her so much. I hate her so, so fucking much. I want to light her ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat her to death with the butt of the gun she stole off my father. I want to punch her to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that her existence as a war hero is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this sinful child

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#i know its tanyas birthday but here i am posting abt mary's seething hatred #you can read this as genuine rage or angry gay pining either characterization is acceptable to me #to answer your question: still hates tanya #tbh you can answer just about any question regarding the “canon” of dailydegu by asking urself this one question #“what is the funniest possible outcome to any situation?”#dailydegu is basically a comedy at this point #mary sue #mary sioux #mary #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #ask #joshtr2000 #bonus doodle

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dokidokitsuna · 3 months

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Fantasy Seal

AU idea where Gensokyo exists more as a parallel world woven into the fabric of the "real" one, rather than a separate space of its own. Descendants of the human (or at least, human-adjacent) characters who would have lived there can interact with facets of this world in isolated instances, while the youkai who do still exist there can only manifest by possessing real-world human beings.

…Don’t expect me to do much with this, outside of maybe a new design once in a while. ^^; I do not possess even a fraction of the knowledge required to actually write (what I would consider) a decent AU story in the Touhou universe, and I don’t plan to try to acquire it anytime soon. I’d rather make peace with my ignorance than essentially earn a masters’ degree in Japanese mythology/religious history…

Seriously, the Touhou series has extremely extensive lore, only 70% of which I’ve looked at, 40% of which I still remember, and 30% of which I fully understand. ^^; And these numbers continue dropping with the release of each new game…I kinda fell off the series after WBaWC… Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if this AU idea already exists in the canon in some fashion (Maribel Hearn and Sumireko Usami go through some similar things, I think). But I don’t mind; I just wanna draw pretty pictures~

#touhou #fantasy seal #reimu hakurei #marisa kirisame #yukari yakumo #mamizou futatsuiwa

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intermundia · 1 year

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hello! my name is will :)

what to expect here: it’s like half aesthetic posts and half star wars, specifically obi-wan and anakin, aka the team, with romantic obikin. i also post about ancient greece a bit, and applied my classics degree pointing out some cultural history of obikin dynamics.

i made edits of obi-wan saying “anakin” and anakin saying “master” at each other and a combo. i love to read about star wars and talk about it, esp. the revenge of the sith novel. sometimes i write meta about it all. i also collect star wars books too (more than 300 so far!)

i've also officially published more than 50 obikin stories! if you are interested in checking out what i have written, here are links and short descriptions of all my works, from novels to PWPs. i'm really proud to have reached this milestone (750k words! whew). thank you guys for all your support along the way <3

Novel-length stories:

Lex Talionis: COMPLETE Plotty, smutty, Sith AU. It’s my take on how Obi-Wan and Anakin could fall to the dark side, weaving in as much lore as I can. Force dyad, Sith’ari, Zygerria, etc. Obi-Wan and Anakin go through.. character development.. and it is dramatized in the changing way they have sex. I poured in all of my theories about metaphysics and the Force, all my knowledge about Augustus and how a Republic dies, all of my opinions about consent and agency. It has rough sex in it and some uncomfortable power dynamics that get resolved, so it is not for everyone, just a heads up. It is complete, and yes, there is a happy ending lol. War Drums: IN PROGRESS Darth Vader dies at the end of Return of the Jedi full of regret and wakes up in his 10-yr-old body after the events of the Phantom Menace. Young Obi-Wan struggles to acclimate to the death of Qui-Gon and the discovery that the boy he swore to train grew up into a Sith. Vader tries to use his knowledge to fix the galaxy and Obi-Wan uses his training to make sure they do it the right way. Anakin underwent his rite and is now an adult, galaxy beware. Murder Puppy: IN PROGRESS Obi-Wan’s decision to do more than flirt with the enemy ends up accidentally acquiring a clingy Sith acolyte, and he is tasked with holding his leash while they work together to end the war. This will probably end up around 40k so a bit shorter than the other two, which are chunkier

Core Oneshots: (my argument for the ship, basically)

Symposium: The story that started it all for me haha. I put Plato's Symposium in a word document and transformed it into a scene where Obi-Wan is forced to reconsider his relationship with Anakin, while dosed with an aphrodisiac, which leads to lines being crossed back in their hotel room. It suggests the erastēs/erōmenos dynamic that appears in much of my work. Unwrap, Wrap: Obi-Wan needs emotional hurt/comfort. This story has him fall apart, and Anakin help put him back together, after a traumatic battle late in the clone wars. Dramatizes the way that the war has muddied their roles and how much their lives are entangled. Obi-Wan gets a handjob in the shower, also, if that is relevant.

Longer Canon AUs: (8k+ words, AUs that take place in the GFFA)

Nostos: Technically a sequel to Symposium. It explores would happen if you took the dynamic established in Symposium and then put the characters in the canon end of Attack of the Clones. How would their behavior be impacted? How would the Jedi react to their decisions? Suckerpunch: Set during the Clovis arc, after Anakin had his jealous fight. Obi-Wan checks on him, and learns about both his marriage and the Tuskens. He doesn't want to lose his apprentice to the dark side, or a Senator. Ready Stance: Anakin is bored during a hyperspace journey during the clone wars, so he asks Obi-Wan to spar. Obi-Wan watches him warm up, they spar, and things escalate. This fic explores more core facets of their relationship, like the legacy teaching dynamic. Found, Fixed: Post-Zygerria Obi-Wan hurt/comfort. It’s similar to Unwrap, Wrap, except it’s told from Anakin’s POV and is much more explicit. It’s one of my rare bottom!Obi-Wan fic, he gets taken care of and comforted from being whumped so hard by the show. Anakin Sucks: Anakin has an oral fixation and it drives Obi-Wan to distraction over the course of the Clone Wars, 5+1 crack taken very seriously lol Make War: show!era Obi-Wan after fighting Vader on Mapuzo shares a dream with him while suspended in bacta. Warning for noncon!! Now with a second chapter set after their near miss on Jabiim. Third chapter based on the kenobi show finale hopefully will be out soon!

A/B/O Stories: (AUs that have this squicky trope, all set in GFFA)

Warm Blood: A/B/O fic that people seem to enjoy. Features omega Anakin having a suppressant failure on the battlefield and going into heat. Alpha Obi-Wan has to fight his way to him, and then tries to resist his instincts—until Anakin confesses his true feelings. Run Away With Me: A/B/O sequel to Warm Blood, tells the story of what happened after the mating, how they left the Jedi and what they’ve been doing. Anakin is preparing to go into heat, and Obi-Wan is helping him nest. Set during Revenge of the Sith, though they don’t know what’s happening in their isolation. Temporary Like Achilles: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is drugged by Dathomirian Nightsisters into a feral state, omega Anakin finds and rescues him. It's a fuck or die with feelings and ultimately a happy ending. Heat Haze: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is living alone on Tatooine, 10yrs post Mustafar. Omega Anakin is about to go into his first heat, and is searching for his mother during the Attack of the Clones. The Force shifts Anakin into the future, bringing the two together in time for Anakin’s heat to begin. Heat Shimmer: A/B/O fic. Alpha Obi-Wan is on Geonosis during Attack of the Clones, investigating. Preheat omega Darth Vader is on Geonosis 13 years later, and the Force decides to move him back in time for his heat. They fight, but it's impossible to fight some insticts. Give Up, Give In: A/B/O fic. Qui-Gon lived AU. Omega Obi-Wan is dosed with a heat inducer during a mission. Alpha Anakin who has loved the older Knight forever doesn’t handle that very well. Ends with Service Top Anakin, a favorite of mine

Longer Modern AUs: (8k+ words, developed AUs that attempt to model the canon dynamic in everyday life)

My Anankē: Classics AU is built on the premise that Obi-Wan would never break the rules re: teacher/student fraternization. He would rather endure years of mutual pining than act inappropriately. Once Anakin’s graduated though, that’s a different story. These are oneshots telling the story of their relationship. It is not told in chronological order, so each one basically opens up another window into their lives. Soulbound: Obi-Wan is a bossy lawyer who plays World of Warcraft. Anakin is an insecure veteran who is in Obi-Wan’s guild and drives him insane. They meet randomly in a bar, and Obi-Wan realizes that Anakin acts the way he does because he likes to be bossed around—so he bosses him around. Zone of Truth: Obi-Wan basically helped raise Anakin through being his Big Brother mentor through a local gaming shop, eventually teaching him to drive and getting him an internship etc. Anakin graduates college and Obi-Wan turns into a ghost, for very good reasons, it turns out. Anakin’s betrayed him, and he’s betrayed himself.

Shorter Smutty AUs: (shorter stories, canon + AUs)

Snap, Crackle, Pop: Padawan Anakin gets braid tugging and spanking after behaving very badly during the Battle of Muunilinst early in the Clone Wars. Tilted: Anakin wakes up after Mortis in a female body and hides, struggling to come to terms with the change. Obi-Wan comes to check on him and reassure him, smut ensues. Make Your Siren’s Call: show!era Obi-Wan struggles to fall asleep in the cave from the photoshoot, and dreams about his old apprentice, full of guilt, angst, and smut Stress Relief: Sith-like/Dom!Obi-Wan is rough on eager!Anakin in their Temple apartment, plays on Master/Padawan dynamic. Unperishing Glory: Homeric AU, Anakin is Achilles-type Chosen One and Obi-Wan is his Patroclus-type mentor-friend, angsty sex Murder Puppy: Playful!Obi-Wan seduces raisedSith!Anakin during a duel, bringing him back to the light during sex. People seem to really like this one, it is one of the things I get the most asks about. I have plans for a short story to expand, it’s on the WIP list I promise. Unwelcome Guest: An AU where Obi-Wan couldn't strike Anakin down on Mustafar. Suitless!Vader comes to find him on Tatooine, and wants to be punished for mistakes, there is spanking involved. Rosetta Stone: Based on the Mummy, an AU where Obi-Wan is a librarian and Anakin is a former soldier, and they defeated a mummy together. Obi-Wan is oblivious and repressed, so Anakin has to be very forward. Safe as Houses: Based on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Anakin is the slayer and Obi-Wan is his Giles-like librarian watcher. Anakin seeks Obi-Wan out in crisis and Obi-Wan takes care of him. The Outlander: Obi-Wan fell to the dark on Naboo AU, so Qui-Gon is Anakin’s Master instead. Anakin sneaks out of the Temple to a club to meet possessive Obi-Wan, there is smut against a wall outside, and Anakin falls to the dark side. Please, Daddy?: Daddy kink fic. Features a bratty Anakin, sex pheromones, spanking and just general daddy!filth. A New Hope: Anakin never left Tatooine AU. He becomes a Han Solo-type pilot who helps a rebel!Obi-Wan escape the Empire. He’s a touch starved, praise starved, virgin who’s insecure about his missing hand. Obi-Wan takes good care of him. Communication, What Communication: Organized Crime AU with collegeStudent!Anakin and accidentalSugarDaddy!Obi-Wan, gratitude kink haha. This fic has been picked up and turned into the phenomenal multichapter story Recoil and Ricochet by @wernnaa.

Potidaea, 432BC: Alcibiades!Anakin and his tutor Socrates!Obi-Wan fight together in the phalanx. Armor kink and period-accurate intercrural sex ensue lol. Minikin and Tiny-Wan: Fluff and crack based on the premise that there are tiny figurines of the Jedi that are alive (kind of like the little dragons in the goblet of fire). Obi-Wan and Anakin each get one, and their Tinys enjoy each other’s company, leading to an awkward but useful conversation. #BinGate: Great British Bake Off AU, Anakin is a contestant who lost his temper and destroyed his bake, Obi-Wan is a judge who enjoys scolding Anakin. Let Me, Master: Padawan Obi-Wan, shy demisexual Master Anakin, Obi-Wan throws caution to the wind and finally seduces his clueless Master, smut ensues with bottom Obi-Wan. Anakin, Duke of Vader, Prince of Coruscant: Anakin is a bratty, troubled prince and Obi-Wan is his unimpressed knight bodyguard. Anakin cries, showing true vulnerability, and Obi-Wan realizes he has a kink for that lmao Sic Transit Gloria Mundi: Sexually frustrated after sparring with his Master, Anakin decides to visit the glory hole in the locker room. Little does he know, he’s not the only one. Boy Toy: Obi-Wan is a fashion designer and Anakin is a first time model. They’ve just finished a boytoy themed photoshoot and get trapped together in an elevator Brotherhood: Anakin is a college student in a spiral after the death of his mother, and his father Qui-Gon left for a trip, leaving his much older step-brother Obi-Wan, who he doesn't know very well, in charge. Obi-Wan picks Anakin up from jail, and the argument goes places. Hard Racing: Anakin is a Formula 1 driver and Obi-Wan is his team principal. After an accident at the Azerbaijan Grand Prix where he ran into his teammate, he is sore, tired, and afraid of getting demoted from his spot. Obi-Wan comes to his hotel to reassure him of his value to him and the team. Beer and Paint: Obi-Wan and Anakin are both apprentices to famous artist Qui-Gon. Anakin has tattoos/piercings/blue streak in his hair, and Obi-Wan is obsessed. Sloppy art and drunk sex ensue.

Smutty +F fic AUs: (short fics that includes Padmé or Ventress)

Très Lecherous: Padmé and Obi-Wan agree to share subby!Anakin, this fic is all three together, and includes DP if that is your jam. Blue Shadow Virus: continuation of above AU, Padmé almost died on Naboo and Anakin doesn’t take it well. Obi-Wan and Padmé dom him into relaxing Post-Revenge: Set after the episode of TCW where Ventress rescues Obi-Wan from Maul and Savage. This is only Ventress/Obi-Wan, but Anakin is extremely present in the fact that Ventress uses Obi-Wan's secret feelings for Anakin to incite him into hate sex. Plus Anakin Makes 3: Sort of a sequel to the Post-Revenge fic, Anakin discovers Obi-Wan and Ventress having a tryst, decides to participate rather than freak out, so more DP haha.

Collaborations: (stories i co-authored with friends)

Apartment Story: Post-Deception arc reconciliation fic, where Obi-Wan is drunk and Anakin is angry. Feelings are revealed, and comfort, understanding and smut ensues. Written with my friend @whohatessandas a RP and adapted into a story. Satellite Mind: What would happen if Obi-Wan could hear Anakin’s thoughts? Spoiler: it does not go well. Set during the last few days of the clone wars, and tracks how their relationship combusted over Anakin’s secrets. Written with @theseptemberist.

#thanks for stopping by <3

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 2 years

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AU where Jonn's memory wipe abilities are like they were in S1, where its basically all or nothing. And that when Lena finds out about Kara, she does her research about the Martian Manhunter and learns about said mindwipe abilities.... and asks him to wipe her memory.

"You misunderstand, Miss Luthor. My abilities aren't a chisel-- they're a sledgehammer. Attempting to remove one memory could erase all of them. It could alter your very personality."

"I'm willing to take that risk," Lena declares confidently.

"But I am not."

"You were willing to allow Supergirl to endanger my life for years without my knowledge," Lena reminds him. "All of you simply stood by and watched her make a fool of me-- every one of you is guilty."

Even J'onn has nothing to say to that.

"Each of you owes me, but I ask recompense only from you, Martian Manhunter. Do this, and your debt-- and that of your friends-- is paid."

J'onn still hesitates, but it's clear that he's beginning to cave. "It could leave you a blank slate..."

Lena scowls. "That's none of your concern. Remove my memories, plant the command to return home, and then I will no longer be your or anyone else's problem."

Finally, J'onn relents.

"Very well."

"One last condition," Lena insists. J'onn pauses, waiting for her to share. "You speak of this to no one."

J'onn grows wary once more. "Miss Luthor..."

"You've seen how powerful an ally I can be," Lena pushes. "You don't want me as your enemy."

Lena has certainly covered all of her bases.

"Swear to me your most unbreakable of vows that you will not, under any circumstance, share what has transpired between us tonight. Ever."

J'onn closes his eyes. It goes against everything he stands for, but he cannot dent the core facet of humanity-- the right of personal autonomy. If this is what Lena wishes, if this is what will wipe clean the slate... so be it.

"I swear, in the name of H'ronmeer, none shall know of tonight's events from me."

When the deed is done, the worst of J'onn's suspicions come to pass, and all of Lena's memories are erased. There's ample room in her mind to install the directive to return home and sleep, which Lena wordlessly does, as silent and as dead-eyed as a zombie.

When she wakes the next morning, she recognizes nothing around her. Not her apartment, not clothes, not her reflection. Nothing.

But she hasn't been left entirely helpless. On her kitchen counter, she finds an overlarge binder filled to bursting with paper.

It's a book reminiscent of The Rook, and the events that follow is a series of events not unlike Myfanwy's tale, with a web of past personal anecdotes about growing up with the Luthors interspersed among her notes of how to be the Lena Luthor past-Lena wishes she was, with a pair of heavily underlined imperatives:

DO NOT TRUST KARA DANVERS.

DO NOT TRUST SUPERGIRL.

#supercorp #the rook au #more to come #thoughts?

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art-of-the-sea · 2 months

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Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU

[pt: Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU]

" The Virtue of Knowledge holds two sides to it; Truth and Deceit. Only together can they truly understand its depths. "

Not so much a complete AU as a likely canon divergence, this 'verse is set after Dark Enchantress's defeat. Her attempt to free the Beasts from their eternal prison by creating new bodies for them ended catastrophically. The only way to keep them all at bay was to seal them within the Soul Jams carried by each of the Ancients, as well as within their own bodies. This came with its benefits and drawbacks- after all, the threat has been tamed for as long as the Ancients remain uncorrupted. Not only that, but the reuniting of the Soul Jams' other halves magnified the Ancients' power beyond imagining- as its main holders, it's all in their control now, out of reach of the Beasts.

The complications, of course, come with the continued presence of the Beasts within the Ancients. They may not have any powers, no, but they can certainly be heard by the Ancients they've been sealed within - even seen as a projection of the Soul Jam's magic. Pure Vanilla Cookie knows he's in no danger from Shadow Milk Cookie as long as he doesn't mentally give in to his lies. However, that doesn't stop the comments, the perspectives, or the presence he brings. Sealed together, they have to learn to understand each other deeper than either expected, and slowly, each begin to open their eyes to the other's views and experiences.

More details & doodles below the cut! ⤵️

- Shadow Milk Cookie can project himself outwardly into the world using the Light of Truth, but in almost all cases, the only one that can see, hear, or feel him is Pure Vanilla Cookie. This leads to quite a few reactions to seemingly "nothing" from the outside, which took a long while for the other cookies around him to get used to.

- Shadow Milk gets bored very often due to not having a physical body or the ability to interact with most cookies, so he often resorts to pestering Pure Vanilla in one way or another. PV found that ignoring him only makes it worse, so he'll often engage in giving hypothetical answers to SM's ridiculous lines of questioning. This tends to result in either an absurdly niche philosophy discussion or a yes-and fantasy lasting on-and-off for days.

- Distrust is rampant between the two, of course, which is beneficial for neither of them. Pure Vanilla is convinced Shadow Milk wants nothing but to control Earthbread once more, and SM thinks PV wants nothing more than to lock him away somewhere dark and eternal. Both are partially right, but they are forced to learn the depths of the others' perspective and understand how their defining traits are reflections of each other, stemming from the same place.

- Because of this, they slowly begin to understand each other. To trust each other. To let down the walls, because really... Who else would ever be able to comprehend them like the other?

- Pure Vanilla still refuses to trust him enough to let Shadow Milk take control of the body, though. After all, control of the body would hypothetically mean control of the Soul Jam, and he can't let himself risk the fate of Earthbread once more. Sure doesn't stop SM from pestering, begging, bargaining, and more to try!

- Arguments are surprisingly rare, because if both of them get too deep into their heated debate, they get uncomfortably close to the reality of how similar they are to each other; this tends to make them back off.

- Both of them also feel this discomfort when the other is genuinely feeling mentally unwell, as viewing the other's complexity reflects on their own they wish to conceal. This can result in an awkward attempt to cheer the other up or help the situation, if nothing else to simply remove the shared disconcertion.

(If anybody's honestly interested in learning details for this AU, send in an ask! I might even draw doodles for the replies. this au is also where this sorta popular doodle comes from)

Bonus:

me too gingerbrave

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au #cookie run art #shadowvanilla #deceitvanilla #vanilla milkshake #purelily will be implied but not the focus for now #hes polyamorous because i say so #digital art #fanart #our art #prism art #facets of knowledge au

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So you know how you ended the original post about the au saying that you had so much more stuff to talk about?

...wanna... Wanna maybe pick one or two random things that you dont expect to ever come up via ppls asks, and talk about them?

OOOGH. Good idea!!!

Ingo is a walking encyclopedia. He spent hundreds of years exploring and finding new knowledge and stories to soak up. When Giratina said that his memories wouldn’t fade, it meant new memories as well. As a result he has an autobiographical memory. Which he absolutely takes advantage of. Emmet is absolutely enthralled by the things Ingo has learned (mostly the Pokémon and battle related things).

Ingo is naturally cold to the touch, but he can produce heat consciously. It’s great for the summer and winter months. You can find Emmet in bed with Ingo during the extreme parts of the seasons lmao. Cuddling your ghost brother when it’s sweltering outside is GREAT. Ingo teases him about this relentlessly but enjoys it just as much as Emmet. Living 300 years without his brother makes a verrry clingy ghost.

Speaking of sleep. Ingo can’t. He can slip into a dissociative state between wakefulness and sleep, but he tries not to (once reunited with Emmet, at least) because it’s easy to lose track of time like that. He can ‘sleep’ for years before waking if he’s not careful.

Ingo can feel people’s emotions in a way. Specifically extreme emotion. It’s a facet of him being a distortion ghost and in tune with the souls around him. If he wanted to he could even consume souls much like a litwick, but of course he would never dream of doing such a thing. He has no need for a power boost when he can just metaphorically knock on Giratina’s door and have a nice chill time in the Distortion World with his Worm Buddy to recharge.

He is ESPECIALLY in tune with Emmet’s soul. He is aware of where his brother is at all times (useful for avoiding interactions with his living self in the later years of his wandering) and knows when he’s hurt or in distress. Basically do not upset Emmet or you’ll have a furious ghost with the ability to punch you in the face come knocking.

Aaaand oops this turned into many things and not just one or two. OOGH.

#submas #wandering spirit au #ghost ingo #ask

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corvidpaws · 8 months

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Shattering Dimensions

A new Kirby AU. TL;DR: Submit your characters to join using my ask box. More information under the cut.

Hello there. I've decided to create a new Kirby AU, after being inspired by @george228732's Fylass in Wonderland and Forgotten Remarks AUs, and @stardustshimmer's Dream Circus AU.

This AU centres around the themes of loss, truth, and facets of yourself. It may also contain slight derealisation.

Now, let's get into the actual facts of the AU.

Summarise Shattering Dimensions in one sentence.

Genesis, with the help of a few of their friends, seeks to patch the cracks across time and space, as the walls between worlds shatter.

Hang on, what do you mean, walls?

In Shattering Dimensions, each dimension; the main Kirby games, the animeverse, and every single AU, are all accessible through doors in a space known as the Dreamscape. Or, they would be, if a similar situation to today hadn't happened millennia ago. The great powers of the worlds decided that access between worlds was too dangerous, and sealed each door up. They selected one being, the Timekeeper, to guard the Dreamscape, and gifted them a powerful artifact known as the Key of Time, which could seal up the doors. Unfortunately, as the Timekeeper's position passed down, knowledge of the Key of Time was lost, and the essential mechanism that make it work was split into tiny pieces, scattered across the dimensions, by a certain careless Timekeeper. Now, the doors are opening, but the only means of closing them and protecting the universes, is to find all six of the segments, and restore them. But the Timekeeper can't do it alone.

How can my character participate?

Your character can participate by sending me an ask with their name and the position you want them to be in. I'm also taking four AU submissions to serve as the other worlds the protagonists must venture through.

Here's what's available.

The AU Worlds

• Fylass in Wonderland [CLOSED] • AU World #2 [OPEN] • AU World #3 [OPEN]

The Adventuring Party

• Genesis (@theflutteringdreameater) • Queen Celeernyx (@moon-mage) • Fylass (@george228732) • Dero (@monsterhatdoodles) • Logicia (@galakianexplosion)

The Dreamscape

• The Controller • The Council • And a secret position... Magic infused. Old.

Yeah, but why would I want to do anything with you?

Because it would make me happy, you get art of your oc, and you get writing of them! I'll be doing this in the style of Fylass in Wonderland, if the creator's okay with it.

#kirby #kirby oc #kirby au #kirby art #art #procreate #genesis #shattering dimensions #shattering dimensions au

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wardog-of-the-endless · 1 year

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Temptation Tuesday

Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!

Insane thanks for the tag @shubaka (you’re a marvelous terrible influence, it’s very sexy of you.) Uhhh ok here we go, I guess!

💗 Pearls Of Madness /(KinnPorsche Series- KimChay)- This is looking like a series and possibly the end to my sanity, but in a very sexy way, I guess. Kim decides to start changing up some of WIK’s stylings to a bit more of an androgynous angle as he sort of explores that about himself. He’s not really sure about it but every time he introduces a new piece Chay sort of loses his mind? And Kim’s both addicted to exploring this facet of himself AND the way his Angel reacts so... He escalates things. Aggressively. (And so does Chay.) There are no losers here.

💗 It Was One Time (And We Were Drunk) /(Cutie Pie Series- YiLian) Uh so literally anything for my babes and my SoulSister be like ‘you should do the thing’ so I’m likely to do the thing and promptly. The thing is: YiLian by accident before Diao and Kuea come back into their lives. So this is like, Cutie Pie Series Top x Top Club Shenanigans possibly drunk before their sweetlings return from whatever foreign country they’re living in before university).

💗 Cafe/Bakery AU (KP/WB KimChay)- Soft boys flirting IDK man it’s just... in my head. Obsession with food, cafe surroundings, general soft soft soft pastel life here.

💗 At Your Service (KP Series- KimChay) So this is actually a Chay post-kidnapping story idea... previous anxiety highly exacerbated due to some of his experiences in the Mafia family. Planning on him being out in public (possibly with Kim, possibly to meet Kim, possibly just trying to run errands and be normal without any bodyguards to his knowledge- up in the air) and having a panic attack. A working SD and handler find him and help him through it and while they’re sitting and talking she mentions to Chay he might benefit from a dog.. But in the mean time, is there anyone they should call? (Why I’m leaning on Kim not being there because he’d show up too soon and spoil this H/C moment unless he was IDK trapped on a phone call with a manager or something. If Chay’s going to meet Kim, Kim could show up after they’ve had a chance to talk. If Chay’s on his own, they call Kim... If Chay only thinks he managed to be out on his own, Kim’s bodyguard that’s been tailing Chay has called Kim and Kim flies in ready to protect his (ex?) baby and finally some talking can happen.) Anyway, about the time Kim’s getting his back up about Chay talking to some strange girl, her Korean boyfriend turns up and off they go. (It won’t be until later that Kim realizes that was one of the Korean Mafia and he has a meltdown all over again.)

💗 Mafia Queens AU (KP x Several Shows/References Multiverse Collab Nightmare) Essentially after Kinn more or less makes Porsche his ‘Queen’ there’s a formal event where Mafia from different countries are showing up to acknowledge the change of power, admit they’ve removed some of Korn & Co’s Generation/Allies from their own organizations, etc. Porsche gets dressed up (Corset!Porsche my beloved!) by a friend of his that turns out to be one of the Korean Mafia Queens (she’s a returning OC from above, the girl with the dog), because it might be fun to have Kinn get jealous over a nonthreatening character and let him be rewarded with a very excellent visual (and some delicious sex, when they finally get around to peeling said outfit off of Porsche).

ANYONE WANNA VOTE ON THESE? Someone talk me into these or out of these or something. IDK.

I honestly have no idea who to tag/punish in this way ummmmm... WHOEVER SEES THIS AND WANTS TO SUFFER, OKAY? Please don’t judge me I’m mortified. @fuckyeah-itme @just-slightly-chayotic @just-slightly-chaotic @booksnchocolate I’m only tagging you because these will be of interest to you, possibly? Love you love you.

#Temptation Tuesday #Toni Arrives 20Min Late With Starbucks #Toni's WIP Fics #Toni Writes Stuff #Wardog Answers Things #Wardog Answers Stuff #Tag Games #KimChay Fic Related #Wardog Writes KimChay #Engagement Fics? Any Takers?#YiLian Drunk Fic #KinnPorsche Mafia Queens Fic #KimChay Mafia Queens Fic #Korean Artists Mafia Queens Fic #KimChay Service Dog Fic

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𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊 / 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

in a world where guardians remained concealed from human eyes, minseok found himself at the heart of a cosmic shift when you, a reluctant demon, were forced to follow the new rules of the astral realm, which led to you coming in direct contact with your human. but, you weren't the only one with powers; minseok had somehow managed to chip away at your icy demeanour with ease.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: guardian au, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 7.6k

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: alcohol consumption, kissing, minor mentions of death

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: teen

BEFORE ANYONE COMES AT MY HEAD i originally wrote this last year as a secret santa gift but i deleted my account so i'm slowly reposting all my old stories. if you've read it before and it seems a little bit different, it's because i rewrote it to fit my current writing style, but the story ends exactly the same as it did before. if this is your first time reading it, hiiiii i hope you like it <3

Minseok’s eyes stirred beneath his eyelids, the gentle caress of the morning sun coaxing him awake. As much as he tried to cling to the remnants of sleep, he just couldn’t fight it off much longer. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself gazing at the ceiling, his voice a mumbled whisper, oblivious to the presence in the room.

Since midnight, you’d been silently watching him, waiting for the moment he woke up so you could step out of the shadows and introduce yourself. It was a new rule imposed by the astral realm, an attempt to strengthen the bond between humanity and astral beings. However, you preferred the old way – the anonymity of helping from the background. The new rule didn’t entirely change that, so you begrudgingly accepted it.

Slowly, you channelled your energy into materialising before him. As expected, his mouth opened in a silent scream, terror etched across his face. You sighed; humans were so predictable.

“Sorry, I just hate unnecessary noise. I hope you understand,” you said, your insincerity thinly veiled.

“Who the hell are you? Are you doing this?” he mouthed, his voice still imprisoned, yet the terror and slight anger were very much felt by you.

“Your guardian demon, and yes,” you responded. Simultaneously, you unleashed enough energy to make your eyes glow, further evidence that you weren’t just an intruder who broke into his home. “And no, I’m not from hell,” you added, already foreseeing the inevitable question.

You restored his voice, observing as the panic in his eyes gradually shifted into confusion. A million questions brewed within him, and despite your eagerness to leave, you were open to answering a few of them.

“Are you sure you don’t mean angel? Guardian angel?” he asked cautiously.

You might have taken offence to his question had it not been for the familiarity of it all. Humans, you learned, instinctively recoiled at the mere mention of the word ‘demon,’ their minds clouded by preconceived notions. Still, you hoped for just one person to recognise the ‘guardian; aspect of your title.

“If I meant angel, I would’ve said it,” you responded dryly. “There’s a shortage of active guardian angels. Most of them retired because they can’t handle the burden of constant moral purity. It takes a saint to secure an angel these days, but I’d say you’re very close to it.”

Your knowledge was meticulous; you had been presented with a biography of sorts, outlining the key facet’s about your human’s existence. His biggest offence appeared to be his casual alcohol consumption, which you didn’t think was a major issue; just stupidity. Regardless, whether you were an angel or demon, your goal was clear – protect him. How you went about it, however, differed from the angelic approach.

His brows arched, a flurry of questions battling in his mind. Though, you couldn’t peer into his thoughts, you knew exactly what question he wanted to know the answer to most of all: ‘What the hell is happening?’

But, you wouldn’t answer it, because it was take too long to explain why humans were so self-destructive that they couldn’t navigate existence alone, and why astral beings, like ethereal lifeguards, were compelled to rescue them from their own abyss of recklessness. It was all too intricate to unravel in a few minutes.

“This is… so overwhelming,” he murmured.

“You’ll get used to it,” you assured him. “You won’t be seeing much of me anyway,” you mentioned, thought you purposely left out that only he wouldn’t be able to see you, and that you’d be with him every second of every day. You’d learned to keep that detail to yourself after seeing how unsettled your last human became at the thought of being constantly monitored.

“When can I see you?” he asked.

“Fascinating,” you hummed. “Just a moment ago, you were terrified. Now you want to know when you can see me.”

A blush tinted his cheeks, his words stumbling as he tried to clear up the misunderstanding. “N-No, it’s just… curiosity, that’s all. I’m not trying to— I mean, you’re very pre—”

“Calm down; I’m joking,” you interrupted, shaking your head. Humans were so easily flustered; it was almost comical. “You’ll see me if I decide to use enough energy to show up.”

“Ah, alright,” he nodded. “Can anyone else see you, or is it just me?”

“Just you,” you confirmed. While you could, theoretically, reveal yourself to everyone, it would take a significant toll on your energy, and you would only be visible for a fleeting moment. “I assume you don’t have any more questions, right?”

“Well, actually—”

“Great, then I’ll leave. I use so much energy to be here, and I appreciate your consideration in saving your questions for later. Goodbye!”

With that, you vanished, at least to his perception. You watched him cycle through a spectrum of emotions, trying to wrap his head around what had just happened before he finally abandoned his questions and rolled out of bed.

Minseok led an uneventful existence, something that worked well for you. One of your past humans had perpetually kept you on edge, courting danger with every reckless choice. Minseok, however, gave you the opportunity to do nothing but observe – his meticulous cleaning, cooking, his commitment to physical fitness, and his occasional meetings with his friends.

It was only two weeks later that you found yourself anxiously monitoring him as he walked around his friend’s house, where you watched him consume drink after drink, almost robotically. As the night went on, their recklessness escalated, and your heart plummeted on multiple occasions, fearing that you would have to intervene. But, Minseok managed to stop himself from going too far each time. Still, every movement sent anxiety coursing through your veins.

Yet, somehow, you managed to find endearment in his drunken laughter.

His giggles had a melodic quality, a contagious joy that infected everyone around him; even you. Despite your unease, you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, regardless of how unfunny the joke was. There was something irresistible about his sparkling eyes and infectious laughter that tugged at your heart.

However, by the time he got home, all his laughter turned into groans as the consequences of his excessive drinking took root. He collapsed onto his bed, silently begging his vision to stabilise, each deep breath a defence against the impending nausea. All you could do was shake your head.

“Put me out of my misery,” he pleaded, and you sensed that it was directed at you.

So, you showed up at the foot of his bed, heaving a disapproving sigh. “I can’t help you. You knew what would happen if you drank as much as you did. This isn’t your first time, and it definitely won’t be your last.”

“It will,” he asserted, covering his face before groaning into his palms. “I swear, I’m never drinking again,” he vowed, though even he understood the hollowness of his promise.

“Minseok,” you sighed. “Let’s be realistic.”

An unusual silence settled between you, Minseok removing his hands from his face, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as a faint smile danced on his lips. “You called my name,” he said softly.

You narrowed your eyes, your glare directed at him. “I did. So?”

“I… don’t know,” he sighed. “I just realised that I don’t know your name. Do you even have a name?”

“My name isn’t important,” you replied. “I’m here solely to protect you.”

“That’s not fair; you know my name,” he protested, lips forming a pout. You couldn’t suppress a faint twitch at the corners of your lips, which quickly dissipated as if it were a muscle spasm.

“If I had a choice, I wouldn’t bother learning it.”

“You’re lying,” he said, a smile gracing his lips. “It’s cute when you do that.”

A strange sensation tugged at you, a knot unravelling deep within your chest. You took in two deep breaths, attempting to banish the feeling before you spoke again. Your voice, usually brimming with confidence, faltered.

“You can’t even see me,” you said, your words bearing a vulnerability your hardly showed. “Just… lie on your side,” you instructed.

“Why? Is it because you want me to look at you?” he asked.

“No, you absolute idiot,” you retorted, a hint of exasperation in your voice. “I’m on even at the side of the bed. It’s because you drank a lot, and you’re going to feel even more nauseous within the next thirty minutes. Now lie on your side before I do it for you. And I promise, you won’t like it if I have to move you.”

He let out a thoughtful hum and complied, shifting to his side, exhaling audibly. For a moment, it seemed like he had fallen asleep, but then he stirred and you heard his voice again.

“I have a question.”

“An endless amount, I assume,” you sighed. “What is it?”

“Were you born a demon? If not, why did you choose to be a demon? What's the difference between and angel and a demon? Oh—”

“I’m shocked you have the energy to ask so many questions considering your stomach is fighting a war right now,” you remarked.

“Talking distracts me,” he explained, punctuated by a deep inhale.

You rolled your eyes, and though you outwardly expressed annoyance, you couldn’t help but admire his persistence despite the fact that he was still afraid of you. However, you also expected his newfound bravery would fade once the alcohol did.

“Fine. I was born a demon, and there isn’t much of a difference between demons and angels physically; we only have different wings. Angels are generally always good, though, while demons can range from good to morally reprehensible,” you clarified.

“Where do you fall, then?” he asked.

Your position lied somewhere in between, though you were much closer to being good than you would have liked to admit. You still wanted him to fear you, so you opted for ambiguity, allowing the uncertainty to linger. “I’ll let you figure it out yourself,” you replied, moving to the side of the bed and sitting cross-legged to be at his eye level. You’d felt something a moment ago, and you had to look into his eyes for extra confirmation; he was feeling slightly better.

He blinked, a lopsided, tired smile forming on his lips. “I’ve been taught that all demons are evil and violent, but you’re really nice, I think,” he commented, his voice tinged with a hint of drowsiness. “Granted, this is only my second time talking to you, but I’ve been told I’m really good at reading people.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been nice to you at all,” you retorted, suppressing your own amusement. He was lucky that you had no intentions of killing him. “You just think that I’m pretty. That’s the only reason you want to believe I’m nice.”

“How do you know— Oh, wait,” he chuckled, realisation dawning. “I kinda said that the first time we met, didn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes, you did.”

“Well, I do think you’re pretty,” he admitted. “And maybe I am blinded by how I look at you. I don’t know,” he mused. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

The air in the room thickened, your entire body reacting to his question with a sudden intensity you couldn’t fathom. You swallowed hard before responding with a stammer.

“Why do you want to know?” you asked, your voice faltering. “Does my opinion really matter?”

“I’m just curious,” he replied with a yawn. “You don’t have to answer, though. Not that I can force you, anyway.”

You sighed, realising there was no harm in answering him. “Yes, I do think you’re pretty,” you admitted, surprised at the pressure that seemed to swallow your entire being, despite the insignificance of the statement. “But that doesn’t change—”

“Really?” His voice pitched higher with excitement, his lips stretching into a broad smile. He then proceeded to turn his glee into a song, consisting of the lyrics ‘my demon thinks I’m pretty’ on a harmonious loop.

You rolled your eyes and stifled his voice for a second, just to remind him of what you were capable of. But, despite that, you couldn’t hold back the smile that came to your lips. He was such a peculiar human, but not necessarily in a bad way.

The only problem was that your chest would not calm down.

“Just go to sleep. You’re clearly tired.”

He pouted and hummed, just to make sure his voice was back. “Are you tired?”

Considering you’d been there for a while, you should have been. But, you had enough energy to last for centuries, though it wasn’t concerning enough for you to think about it for too long. “Worry about yourself,” you replied. “Good night, Minseok.”

Then you were gone.

He fell asleep shortly after you left, and you watched him sleep soundly throughout the night, while you were left with nothing but your thoughts. Namely, trying to figure out why Minseok stood out to you so much after one drunken interaction.

He was far from being the most outlandish human you’d ever come across, nor was he interesting. And yet, he made you… curious. Which didn’t happen often, because you’d spent so much time on earth, so much time around humans, that you’d already found the answers to most of your questions.

Before you knew it, sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting warm, patterned light on his face. He opened his eyes with a groan for only a second before he sat up with his eyes squeezed shut and his head in his hands, whispered curses tumbling past his lips.

All of this just to end up drinking again. You couldn’t help but sigh.

His splitting headache kept him sluggish for most of the day, unable to do much but eat light meals, take pain killers, and try his best to stay far away from bright lights. It was only when the sun began to set that he seemed to feel a little better. Though still not his usual self, he had garnered enough energy to make himself a proper meal.

You watched him comb through the cupboards and refrigerator until he finally decided on something and started gathering everything he needed while muttering something about needing to go grocery shopping soon.

He looked at all the ingredients laid out before him with his lips pursed and hands on his hips. “By the way, thanks for being there for me last night. I’m sorry if I said anything weird. I know it’s not an excuse, but I was drunk, and... I’m starting to feel a little insane here,” he sighed, shoulders falling. “I’m... talking to dead air, aren’t I? Can you even hear me?”

You could have easily ignored him, let him believe that he was talking to himself and move on, but for some reason, it didn’t feel right to do that. So, you appeared right next to him, causing him to leap halfway in the air.

“Why are you scared? You were talking to me, weren’t you?”

He clutched his chest, while his other hand held the counter to make up for his unreliable knees. “I was but... you can’t just show up like that! You could’ve warned me first,” he said, breathless.

You pursed your lips then shook your head. “I don’t think so. Scaring you is a lot more fun.”

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he stood up straight and cleared his throat. “Anyway, like I was saying, I can’t exactly remember much of what was said last night, but I do remember calling you pretty, and you calling me pretty…”

Your heart raced at the memory, but you managed to not let it show outwardly, responding with a casual shrug. “Yeah, I know. I was there.”

“Well… I’m sorry,” he apologized once again.

“For calling me pretty?”

“No! I mean, yes… but, I just thought I made you uncomfortable, you know? I do think you’re pretty, but…” He paused, then soughed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You just wanted me to call you pretty again.”

It wasn’t your intention; you just wanted to tease him a little, to make him scramble to find the right words so that you would spare his life. But hearing him call you pretty again…

“Nope. But, if you wanna say it again, I won’t stop you.”

He laughed again, this time deep from his chest, dramatically throwing his head back. “You’re really funny,” he whispered. “So, um… I’m about to cook dinner. Do you eat regular… well, um… human food? If so, you can stay if you want to.”

“Well, normally I don’t. Astral beings don’t have to eat,” you explained. “But, I do indulge in human food from time to time, so I guess I can have dinner with you.”

“Doesn’t it get boring? Not eating, I mean.”

“Kinda,” you shrugged. “That’s why I eat human food whenever I can. Though, we can’t eat every day; it makes us sluggish, and I kind of have to be on alert at all times to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“Oh,” he said with a small frown. “I was hoping we could do this again if it went well.”

“Why would you want to do that?” You cocked your head slightly to the side, raising an eyebrow. It was baffling that he wasn’t afraid of you, and instead of actively trying to keep you away, he was being friendly and welcoming. You hadn’t done anything to warrant him being so inviting, and while it was a nice surprise, it only left you with questions that you couldn’t immediately find an answer to.

The biggest one being, why did speaking to him make your chest feel like it held a fluttering bird?

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Is it weird?”

“Incredibly weird. Don’t I scare you?” You knew that you hadn’t done much for him to cower in fear, but the mere fact that you were a demon was usually enough for humans to express nothing but sheer terror. And yet here he was, inviting you to have dinner with him, and being disappointed that you couldn’t eat with him every day. Minseok was truly the strangest human you had ever come across.

“A little, yes,” he answered. “Not that you’re a monster or anything; it’s just—”

“Oh, I get it. You’re being nice to me so I won’t kill you.”

“I’ve thought about it, I can’t lie. And I can’t completely say that it’s not lingering somewhere in my mind. I’m not just being nice because I don’t want you to kill me; I’m being nice because you haven’t done anything to hurt me. Besides, you’re nice in your own way,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

“I just can’t understand you,” you mumbled as he turned away from you. “Anyway, um… I’ll come back when I feel like you’re done.”

“Alright,” he nodded. “I won’t be too long.”

He was true to his word, but you observed how he fretted over every detail, agonising over whether the onions and garlic had spend too much time in the frying pan, if he’d been too generous with the cheese, or if the salt had been overly abundant. He was quite stressed the entire time.

When he finally finished, he set two plates on the dining table and sat down, anxiously awaiting your arrival. And so you did, startling him once again as you took your seat directly across from him.

“I’m glad you came back. I was genuinely afraid that you wouldn’t,” he confessed with a nervous laugh, gesturing towards the pasta in front of you with a nod. “Please let me know what you think. I’m eager to hear your thoughts.”

You weren’t very picky; most human food was good to you, but you allowed him to sit at the edge of his seat, attempting unsuccessfully to appear nonchalant as he watched you take your first bite.

To your surprise, the meal was not just good; it was amazing. You raised your eyebrows and let out a contented hum. Then you watched as his shoulders relaxed a bit as he smiled down at his own food. “It’s really good. I’m genuinely surprised by how delicious it is.”

“Thank you,” he hummed. “I remember the last time I made this.”

You remembered as well. He made it for his friend, Kyungsoo, so he could critique it since he valued his culinary expertise. His response was that it lacked flavour, and although he was somewhat disappointed, it appeared that he’d taken the advice to heart.

Yet, you listened as if you knew nothing, as he recounted stories about his friends, his childhood, and events from just hours ago. His enthusiasm for sharing his life story with you was kind of endearing, and at some point, it began to feel like you were hearing them for the first time. You even found yourself asking questions that you already knew the answers too.

Both of you had finished your meal, but you remained seated and talked for nearly two hours, laughter filling the air. It felt like you’d only been there for a fleeting moment, even after eating human food. What was even more confusing was that you were actually looking forward to staying a bit longer.

“I’ve been talking about myself so much, but you haven’t told me anything about yourself,” he remarked. “So… tell me about yourself,” he said, now significantly more at ease than when you first showed up that evening.

“What would you like to know? And before you ask, I won’t tell you my name.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “Well, what did you do before becoming a guardian?”

“Do you really wanna know that?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Unless it’s something you’d rather not talk about.”

“I don’t mind; it’s just not very interesting,” you replied with a shrug. “Well, demons aren’t born; we’re spawned, whether it’s from anger, joy, or annoyance. In my case, I was spawned from my father’s grief. His wife was banished from the astral realm, and he couldn’t see her again, so he cried until I materialised from his tears. Naturally, my purpose from then on was to help humans deal with grief by appearing in their dreams as their loved ones, specifically to help then find closure and move forward. After a few years, I was allowed to give that up, and then I started allowing humans to summon me for favours, and eventually I got tired of that and became a guardian.”

He sat there, hanging on every word you uttered, nodding as if genuinely interested. “So, why did you choose to become a guardian?”

It was a question you had when you had initially become a guardian; why, when you had such disdain for humans for as long as you could remember? The simple answer was that you didn’t truly despise humanity as a whole; most were just a bit insufferable. There were both good and bad people, just as there were both good and bad demons.

But, you didn’t say any of this. Instead, you said, “Because humans are idiots.”

“Fair enough,” he acknowledged. “Well, tonight has been amazing. I’d love to learn more about you, but you’re probably tired, so I guess it’s time to wrap this up.”

“I suppose so,” you concurred, still unwilling to decipher what your newfound boundless energy meant, although you were starting form a suspicion.

“I’m not entirely sure what happens when you leave, but have a… safe journey home? I’m not sure.”

You nodded, but you didn’t leave immediately. Instead, you gazed at him while an odd sensation swirled in your stomach, accompanied by even more perplexing thoughts coursing through your mind. Eventually, you took a deep breath and spoke. “Can we… make this a weekly thing?”

His eyes widened slightly, and he glanced around before meeting your gaze once more. “Do you genuinely mean that, or are you just being sarcastic?”

“I mean it,” you affirmed. “If it means that much to you, then…” You couldn’t even admit to yourself that it was more for your sake than his. Acknowledging that would have felt like surrendering your last shred of dignity.

“Well, thank you. I’d love to do this every week,” he chuckled, a smile gracing his lips as he pushed his hair away from his face. “Good night.”

“Good night, Minseok.”

And so a new routine was established.

You weren’t particularly rigid, accustomed to finding yourself in peculiar situations, but falling into a routing with Minseok proved much easier than anticipated. You would show up every time he called you, and sometimes you would share a meal, but you always stayed by his side as he cooked, staying for about an hour after he finished eating before returning to your distant observation.

This pattern persisted for about a month before Minseok decided to change things up a bit.

“I kind of feel like watching a movie now,” he remarked as he cleared your plates. “Do you have enough energy to stay, or is that asking too much?”

“It depends,” you mused. “What are we watching?”

“Well...”

You rolled your eyes, his response giving away the answer. “It’s a demon movie, isn’t it?” You chuckled lightly when he nodded meekly. “You’re so predictable, but sure, why not. I assume you expect me to point out the inaccuracies, right?”

“I thought it might be fun,” he mumbled.

“You’re so...” You bit your tongue, refraining from completing your sentence with the word ‘adorable.’ You shook your head, attempting to banish that thought, but it persisted, echoing in your mind as he gazed at you with those enchanting eyes. You released a sigh and closed your eyes briefly. “Let’s just watch the movie.”

As the movie began, it followed the typical horror movie narrative: a fresh start after enduring a terrible storm, optimism for a brighter future, and an obliviousness to the strange occurrences in their new home.

Demons didn’t haunt for the sake of it; they only did so to fulfil a favour. Toying with humans was not particularly entertaining, after all.

As the plot unfolded, the demon grew bolder, directly attacking anyone in the house, displaying mindless and violent tendencies. You had watched numerous demon movies with awful depictions of demons, and while you couldn’t claim this was the worst, it was certainly far from the best.

You observed Minseok squirming in his seat, and a thought crossed your mind: was that how he perceived you? A thoughtless, violent monster?

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach. Initially, you had wanted him to be scared of you, but now you weren’t so sure. You released a frustrated sigh, a range of emotions coursing through you.

You continued watching the movie, and near its conclusion, you became aware of how heavy your eyelids had become. You guessed you had become too accustomed to your recent boundless energy, and now it was catching up with you. But you couldn’t afford to sleep; you couldn’t simply leave Minseok unattended because you had been careless with your energy management.

Yet each blink brought a sense of bliss, and your eyes remained closed for a fraction longer each time. Then you heard Minseok’s frantic voice, momentarily bringing alertness back to your body.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, watching as his panic escalated.

“You kept... flickering. One moment you were here, then gone, then back again,” he explained with a growing sense of urgency. “Are you...”

“Dying? No, that’s impossible. I’m just tired, and I’m having trouble maintaining—”

Before you could finish your sentence, you realised you had vanished once more, and Minseok was, once again, in a state of panic.

“Damn, was it the food?”

You took a deep breath and exerted more energy, although with your exhaustion, you appeared as if you were a ghost, your physical form translucent. “Calm down. I’m fine.”

He took a few deep breaths to regain his composure and nodded. “Sorry, I just... I’m worried about you. What happens when you sleep?”

“Don’t worry about me; worry about yourself. If I fall asleep, you’ll be vulnerable. I can’t allow that.”

He took a moment to contemplate, a bit too long, as your body began to slowly fade from his view. When he finally realised, a torrent of words tumbled from his mouth. “I won’t do anything stupid; I’ll be extra cautious. I’ll stay away sharp objects, watch my step, I won’t eat solid food—”

“I’m not going to sleep.”

“Please? I’m concerned about you.”

You sighed as he regarded you with those eyes again. For a human, he possessed more power than he was aware of. “If you die while I’m asleep, I’ll find your soul and torment you for the rest of eternity.”

“I’m okay with that,” he said with a smile. “Good night... I still don’t know your name.”

A gut feeling urged you to simply tell him. There was no harm in it, after all. And maybe, it was the first step toward dispelling his fear of you. With the last remnants of your energy, you uttered your name.

And for the brief moment you were awake after vanishing from his sight, you witnessed him smile and silently mouth the syllables.

You woke up the following morning, invigorated and rejuvenated, while Minseok occupied an uncomfortable spot on the couch, his mouth slightly agape. Had he really spent the entire night there? His eyelids fluttered open, as if sensing your presence, and he stretched his arms above his head, his gaze scanning the room in a half-asleep haze before he murmured your name.

You were already regretting your decision.

“Did you stay here all night?” you asked, appearing before him. He greeted you with a faint smile and a drowsy ‘good morning’ before stretching again.

“I didn’t realize how tired I was until after you left, so I kind of crashed on the couch.”

“Well, your muscles are probably stiff now, but at least you managed to keep yourself alive. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a smile. “And I’m sorry for asking for so much from you.”

“It’s not entirely your fault. I don’t blame you,” you assured him. “It might not seem like it, but astral beings are very emotional, and we tend to be affected by strong emotions. The movie kind of... bothered me,” you reluctantly confessed.

“I understand,” he nodded. “I feel guilty.”

“Well, don’t. I’m alright, and so are you. That’s all that matters.”

He beamed, chuckling a bit as he softly called your name under his breath. “You’re being oddly nice. I like it; it’s adorable.”

You laughed and shook your head, rolling your eyes. “Alright, Minseok; are you gonna make a habit of saying my name for no reason?”

He shrugged, “Maybe.”

“Goodbye.”

You continued your routine of meeting once a week, though Minseok had become extra cautious, asking you a million times if you were sure it was a good choice whenever you asked him for food, and only giving you the tiniest portion when he finally relented.

It would have been annoying if not for the fact that it was a bit endearing.

It took a month for him to let down his guard a bit, suggesting a movie.

“It’s a romantic comedy; no demons, I swear. Just two humans falling in love and making lame jokes along the way,” he promised. “If you think you can’t handle it, please let me know.”

“I don’t like romance,” you replied. “But I don’t care enough to have strong emotions towards it.”

“You don’t strike me as the type. Probably because it’s unrealistic, I assume.”

“I don’t like that you know me this well.”

“I mean, it’s only natural; I’ve been spending a lot of time with you. You’ve mentioned how you feel like humans have an idealised view of life and it makes us stupid,” he recalled. “But, like I’ve said before, that’s what makes life exciting. So, yeah, it’s a corny movie, but it’s fun, and I like laughing.”

“How do you know it’s not because I’ve never experienced romance? That I only feel the way I do because it’s not something I’m familiar with and I’m desperate to know how it feels to be in someone’s loving embrace?”

“As gorgeous as you are? I find that hard to believe that you don’t have all the other astral beings lining up to be with you.”

“Flattery gets you nowhere.”

You hadn’t exactly experienced romance, not to the extent that you felt like you should have; only a few flash-in-the-pan relationships that you hardly cared to even consider actual relationships. So, there was a bit of truth in your sarcasm.

“It might; you never know.”

He played the movie, and it started out exactly how you had expected. A perpetually overwhelmed woman who refused to admit that she had feelings for her annoying male friend in fear of ruining their friendship, and also because she felt like he was far out of her league, despite the fact that he was sending signals that he was interested in her as well.

You couldn’t deny that the movie was funny; just in an ironic way, not because the jokes were actually funny. Though, Minseok seemed to think otherwise, but you guessed you shouldn’t be surprised; it didn’t take much to make him laugh.

Though you still found yourself paying full attention to the movie until you heard Minseok calling your name.

“Can I put my arm around you?”

“...What?”

“I... Never mind,” he sighed. “It’s fine.”

“If you want to, then sure,” you said with all the nonchalance you could muster, but inside, your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your ribcage. “I don’t see why you want to, but okay.”

“Thanks,” he smiled, then he nervously scooted a bit closer and draped his arm around you.

“You’re actually real,” he said under his breath, though just a bit louder than he’d intended.

“What are you talking about?”

“I just... I kinda thought I imagined you, that this was all a really nice dream. But now that I’m touching you, I know now that it’s all very real.”

You were at a loss for words as you looked into each other’s eyes. You wanted to say something witty, something to break up the tension, but your mind was running blank. If you had opened your mouth at that very moment, you would’ve done nothing but stutter and embarrass yourself.

He finally looked away, smiling as he hugged you closer to him. And then, you felt something.

“Minseok.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re getting a cold.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking at you. “I feel fine.”

“Are you really gonna argue with me? A demon?”

He mumbled something under his breath, littered with curses before sighing. “You can’t catch it, can you?”

“Of course not,” you confirmed. “So yes, we can still hang out as long as you’re up for it.”

“Then it’s not so bad.” He relaxed again into a smile and turned his attention back to the movie, while you were unable to focus on anything but him throughout the rest of it.

Eventually, he had fallen asleep holding you, and you felt his temperature climbing steadily. You felt bad for him; he’d feel like it all hit him out of nowhere when morning came.

You stayed with him, physically this time, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him.

It was time for you to admit to yourself that you liked him; it was the only reason you could stay with him for so long with no repercussions. You loved talking to him, you loved being around him, and every second you spent observing him made you wish that you could be with him all the time. Subconsciously, you’d known since that night when he got drunk, but you were afraid of what it would mean if you admitted it to yourself.

You thought that being honest with yourself would make things easier, but now, you were terrified. Now, you had no choice but to be honest with him for your own sanity.

He woke up groaning and stretching his arms above his head, joints cracking and sinuses congested. “You weren’t lying,” he croaked.

“You actually doubted me?”

“Maybe I was a little in denial...” His face turned into one of bewilderment as he looked at you sitting on the couch. “Wait, have you been here this whole time?”

“Yeah, I have.” He looked nervous so you shook your head and quickly reassured him. “I keep telling you not to worry about me. I’m fine; you’re not.”

“But—”

“I’m completely fine. I promise.”

He reluctantly let it go and sniffled, rubbing his temples. “I feel awful,” he said with a pout.

“I know. Get something to eat. That should make you feel a little better.”

He nodded, leaving to go to the kitchen. You followed behind him and silently watched him. He didn’t seem to have the energy to do anything, his body so fragile that he did everything at a snail’s pace. You sighed and stood beside him, taking the spatula out of his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Take a shower. I’ll make your breakfast.”

“Are you allowed to do that?”

“I’m not directly curing you, so it should be fine,” you assured him.

He mumbled an ‘okay’ and reluctantly let you take over. Shortly after, you heard the quiet click of the bathroom door closing, then a squeak as he turned on the shower. He didn’t stay too long, though it was just enough time for you to finish the food. He still looked awful as he slowly walked towards the table with a robe wrapped around his body.

“I didn’t have the energy to get properly dressed; I’m sorry,” he apologised.

“I’ve seen you naked multiple times. Seeing you in a robe is nothing,” you confessed, placing the food in front of him.

“I think this cold is making me hallucinate. Did you say you’ve seen me naked?”

“Yes,” you nodded. “Just because you can’t see me, doesn’t mean I can’t see you. I’m with you every second of every day. I wasn’t completely honest with you because I didn’t want you to feel the pressure of being constantly watched.”

At first, he reacted just like you’d expected; a panicked look in his eyes, probably wondering just how many embarrassing things he’d done while he was unknowingly being watched. But then, his panic turned into a smile, one that made your heart flutter. “So... Did you like it?”

“Are you really flirting with me when you can hardly keep your head up?” you said, unable to hold in your laugh. “I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you now.”

“I am, but... I’m not sure that I want to know the answer.”

“What do you think I’m gonna say?”

“You’re quitting and I’ll never see you again.”

You shook your head. You had no intentions of quitting; not now, at least. “I enjoy spending time with you... a bit too much.”

“I would assume you wouldn’t spend as much time with me if you didn’t,” he said before taking a bite of his food. “I can’t really taste anything, but I feel like I should tell you that it’s really good. Thank you.”

“Your welcome. I think.” You stayed silent for a moment before letting out a sigh. “I told you about astral beings and our emotions before, right?”

“Yeah, you explained after the demon movie. What are you saying?”

“I don’t get tired being here physically any more. In fact, I feel very energised.”

“Mhm...”

“Do I really have to say it? Isn’t it obvious by now?”

He laughed warmly, shoulders rising and falling as he did. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I get what you’re saying,” he lied, unable to stop himself from laughing even more.

“It’s not funny!” you whined.

“You’re so cute,” he said, letting out a satisfied sigh. “I know what you wanna say, but I wanna hear you say it.”

You inhaled a deep breath and let it out shakily. Why was it so nerve-wracking? You’d never been this terrified before. You swallowed hard and took another deep breath before nodding to yourself, assuring yourself that everything would be alright. “I like you,” you barely said.

“I like you too,” he said with a lot more confidence than you. “I mean, I’m sure I’ve made it obvious.”

“You have,” you nodded. “But, that’s not the problem.” You had your doubts for a moment, but Minseok wore his emotions on his sleeve; that was far from the issue.

“Is it... forbidden?”

“I think you’ve been watching too many movies,” you said, shaking your head. “No, it’s not forbidden. I just don’t know how it would work out between us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean... we can’t get married, I can’t meet your friends or family, and I don’t even know if children are a possibility.”

He only took a second to think over your words, a small smile appearing on his face shortly after. “We don’t need to get married. Not ideal, but it’s something I can work with. We don’t need to have kids.”

“I’ll outlive you.”

“Great, so I’ll never have to lose you.”

“I can kill you.”

“So can everyone and anything else. But you like me too much to kill me.”

“You’re impossible.”

“If you’re really against being in a relationship, then it’s okay. I won’t force you or pressure you,” he assured you. “Not that I can,” he added as an afterthought.

You were perfectly capable of remaining friends with him, or going back to the shadows and no longer speaking to him. But, the more you thought about it, the more your chest tightened. You already knew what you wanted, but you were so used to ignoring what you wanted that this feeling; the lack of control; scared you.

Did you really want this that much?

You sighed. “I don’t... want to act like I don’t feel anything.”

“Tell me what you want, then. I won’t react negatively, no matter what you say,” he promised. “Again, not that I can.”

“I want you,” you whispered, looking into his eyes. “I know that’s what I want.”

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” he smiled weakly. “So... we’re together now? Is it official?”

You nodded. Having it out in the open felt like a huge weight had been lifting off your shoulders. You’d caught on to your budding feelings quite early, but you never realised how you’d been keeping yourself prisoner to your own emotions until you were finally free.

“I won’t make you regret it,” he said, then he slowly walked towards you and kneeled at your feet, laying his head on your lap before reaching for your hand. “I really wish I wasn’t sick,” he sighed. “I don’t wanna kiss you while trying to keep my nose from running at the same time.”

“I’ve seen worse,” you assured him. “Besides; I already told you that I can’t catch it.”

“I know, but it’s not very romantic,” he said, shifting his head a bit. “On the other hand, I’m a little impatient. I’ve been dreaming of our first kiss for a while now.”

You laughed faintly, raking your fingers through his hair. “You’re so... cute,” you said, hesitating a bit because it felt so unfamiliar to say the words out loud. “If you really want to kiss me, then I’ll allow it.”

He looked up at you, tilting his head a bit. “Eventually you’re gonna have to admit that it’s really you who wants to do these thing, you know. At some point, I’ll stop letting it slide.”

“I kinda miss when you were scared of me,” you chuckled. “Come here.”

You cupped his cheeks, tilting his head upwards so that you were looking into each other’s eyes. You couldn’t recall a moment where you had felt this nervous, hands trembling as your eyes darted between his own and his inviting lips.

The heat from his body wasn’t just from the fever. It sunk into your skin, igniting an inextinguishable flame in your chest. He inched forward just a bit, letting his lips brush against yours, not giving in entirely, but urging you to kiss him like you wanted to.

And so, you did. The kiss unfolded, setting off a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, your heart thundering in your chest. It was a moment you had waited for, yearning for it in the depths of your soul. Kissing him felt like something destined to happen across the span of time.

In that moment, it was as if eternity stretched before you, and you would have been content to linger there forever. It was a sensation similar to a scene from that stupid movie he’d made you watch.

Breaking the kiss, he was the first to pull away, drawing in a breath as a lopsided grin played on his lips. “You make me feel invincible.”

In his arms, you felt a deep connection to your own humanity in the best way possible. Words eluded you, so instead, you lowered your head and planted a tender kiss at the top of his head.

Maybe, just maybe, this unconventional journey held the promise of something beautiful.

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