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detectivewooyoung · 5 years

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WooSan + Hotel Del Luna Mundo AU 🌙

❝ Hotel Del Mundo is the place where souls, who used to be humans, come to rest and do things that they failed to fulfill—when they were alive. ❞

☾ Pairing: Wooyoung/San

☾ Genre: angst & fluff

☾ Word Count: 1,550

☾ Warnings: mentions of death

This time it wasn’t on the rooftop restaurant of the hotel. In fact, he’d already checked there, but soon realized that maybe since they’d argued only moments ago, he should’ve gone to the World Tree first, to see if maybe any of the flowers that had grown were still present.

Below, his steps echoed through the halls as he passed by door after door, finally reaching the room where no guest was allowed, besides one.

It was dark inside, as usual, with a hint of a few lights here and there, casting an unusual glow over the giant tree that sat in the middle of it all, absorbing every ounce of the place that was enveloped in an eternal, misty fog. It was enchanting, to say the least, but it was also mysterious.

San sighed as he adjusted his necktie and brushed away at non-existent dust off his grey suit. As a hotel manager, appearances were incredibly important, though for some reason he always felt underdressed when it came to being in the presence of his employer, who was at the moment standing right beneath the archway that led straight to the heart of the flower-filled tree.

Silently, he walked forward, regarding the way some flowers began to drop towards the floor, but not until vanishing into thin air before they could even reach the ground. They were beautiful, dark blue and purple, the colors of night.

As if sensing his inevitable return, Wooyoung lifted a hand to the air, stopping San in his tracks. A pout was visible from where he stood, which meant that his boss was still mad over the fact that San hadn’t yet sold that very expensive painting to pay off his huge debts. Wooyoung was known to be a great indulgent spender.

Well, San had already been working there for a few months, so he knew how to deal with such matters in a professional way. Having the ability to see the dead was the least of his worries now. For most of his time, Wooyoung was always keeping him on his toes. It was different than any hotel he’d ever managed before. This hotelier was looking to be just as unique too.

Reading his mind, Wooyoung pushed a champagne glass to San’s chest, still miffed, but not so very drunk after what was only one bottle. Being nearly 1,500 years old gave the man an unnatural tolerance to alcohol. San couldn’t say the same for himself. He was only 25 compared to his boss.

“You don’t trust me enough to handle that money,” Wooyoung glared softly at him. It would’ve been threatening if he wasn’t pouting so endearingly. “I know I’m terrible, Choi San, but you shouldn’t remind me.”

At that, San’s lips formed into a small smile. He couldn’t help it. Not when they were both standing beneath the World Tree, arguing as they usually were. This was the typical night for them, whenever they weren’t wandering off searching for potential guests on the streets of Seoul. No, he preferred this. Being alone with the one person he cared about immensely.

It must’ve been written all over his face, because Wooyoung looked away from him quickly to bring the glass to his lips, only to find that it was completely empty of any champagne.

San took his arm, and then gradually slid his own hand down the expanse of Wooyoung’s smooth skin to take the glass away from his fingers, setting it down on the table to their right. “You’re not terrible, sir.”

He had to use ‘sir’ to address him. Using his real name was only for intimate matters. And it wasn’t time yet to start with that.

Wooyoung raised a sharp brow. “Liar.” He said, not believing it, “I’m literally cursed, I spend too much money, every deity in this world hates me, and I’m still holding a grudge against people who have already moved on with their lives . . .” His eyes fell to the ground, “I’m the worst.”

San stepped up to him, fixing the sleeve of the silk kimono that was gradually falling off of Wooyoung’s shoulder. Despite the casual attire, the hotelier looked every bit extravagant as he could. The diamond pins on either side of his head, pulling his bangs away from his face possibly cost more than two of his most expensive cars combined.

“I trust you.” San assured him, lifting his face up to stare into his eyes. “You’re not terrible, Woo. Your curse is my responsibility now. The deities only want what’s best for you. And you have every reason to be angry with your past.”

Wooyoung’s pout deepened. His words were probably confusing to him. San didn’t think anyone had ever told Wooyoung such things before. It wasn’t surprising the hotelier found him strange. But San wouldn’t change his words for anything. Before Wooyoung left this world, like the flowers falling from the tree, San had to tell him that he wasn’t alone. He would see Wooyoung again in another lifetime.

“It’s because you’re like this, that I—” San continued, stopping before he could reveal any more.

Just what was he going to say? That he’d been in love with Wooyoung for months? Had he forgotten that his boss wouldn’t tolerate that?

After a second of looking into his eyes, he gave up and dropped his hands, releasing his unrequited love—but not before Wooyoung brought his own hand up to place it on San’s chest, feeling his heartbeat.

It must’ve been the wisdom of a man who’d lived for over one thousand years. Honestly, it seemed like Wooyoung already knew what San was feeling. He didn’t have to feel his heart beating to know that. It was evident in the way he spoke, his words.

Because it was true. San’s sole purpose of being there was to help Wooyoung break his curse, so that he could cross over and finally be free, in the afterlife he so longed for. Somehow, throughout all of those troubles, San could make him forget every grudge, even when they continuously fought.

“What?” Wooyoung asked, “What were you trying to say? Were you trying to tell me that you’ll save me, Choi San?” He smirked at that. “What if I don’t cross over? What if the deities decide to destroy my soul? I’ll disappear forever . . .”

San placed a hand atop the one on his heart, grabbing it as Wooyoung tried to take it away. “I won’t let you disappear, Woo. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

That was a lie. Partly.

San, at all costs, was not going to let Wooyoung go. But he also wasn’t prepared to tell him that he was in love just yet. They both were aware of it. That was why they fought constantly. His boss couldn’t handle the thought of being loved so unconditionally, not after years of torment that’d been caused by the people he once cherished.

Now, there was one person who could truly love him.

“Let go of my hand, Choi San.” Wooyoung said lowly.

San pulled him closer, up to his chest, breaths ghosting over each other, “Not until you promise me something.”

“What?” He questioned severely.

He took this opportunity to send him another smile, obnoxiously this time. “Do not buy another car, no matter how pretty it is.”

“But—!”

“No exceptions.” He said, releasing their hands.

Wooyoung leaned on the small table beside them, more angry now than ever before. San merely stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned away from that familiar pout, walking under and departing from the archway to reach the opened door.

“I don’t care that you graduated from Harvard. I never should’ve made a deal with your dad.” Wooyoung called after him. “Then you wouldn’t have become my manager—!”

San stopped at the entrance and grinned, still not meeting the eyes of his boss. In the midst of this, the flowers stayed prominently blooming, reminding San that Wooyoung’s life was dependent on that tree. And, as the flowers grew, so did his chances for a better future. It was amazing to see how dramatically those once barren branches had grown to be filled with blossoms in such a short amount of time.

Without saying anything else to that, he closed the door on his way out, leaving behind the stubborn man who desperately needed one more bottle of champagne.

Yes it was difficult working at a hotel for the undead, but it did have it’s fun quirks. Unlike the other hotels he’d managed over the years, none were as vibrant or as eventful as Hotel Del Mundo. His employers in the past hadn’t been as . . . interesting either.

He wondered if maybe Wooyoung would ever come to love him. Maybe, maybe not. He didn’t know. But if he’d stayed long enough, under that World Tree with him, beneath the falling flowers that had bloomed so magnificently in the months they’d gotten to know one another, depend and trust one another, kissed one another, up until Wooyoung had finally given in and accepted that Choi San wasn’t going to give up on him—

Then maybe he would’ve noticed the warm blush that had washed over Wooyoung’s flustered face as soon as San had left the room.

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foenixs · 2 years

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can i request koo chan sung fingering (giving) + thigh riding hcs?? i 👏 need 👏 to 👏 pound 👏 that 👏 man

Fingering Koo Chan-sung

note: the thigh riding part is a bit short but he'd look so adorable on your lap

includes- sub!Koo Chan-sung x dom!gn!reader, thigh riding, fingering (giving)

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

sits on your lap while you're working and starts to rub himself against your thigh

wants you to grab his butt and guide him, applying pressure on his crotch with your leg

starts to pant and get more jittery the harder he gets

wants to be bent over your desk and fingered right then and there

loves when you barely take of his clothes and only pull his pants down far enough to expose his ass (though he hates semen stains on his clothes)

loves to be slowly stretched out by two fingers (spread them, curl them, explore him)

arches his back so much you're worried he'll break it, but everytime you hit his sweet spot he just can't control his body

his toes curl with every thrust of your fingers

sweats profusely from trying to hold back his moans

loves to have you roughly hold onto his hair and shove his face into the desk or pillow

your voice makes him so incredibly hard it's painful, but he loves when you lean over him and whisper into his ear

drools! a lot

holds onto the sides of the table as he cums, as if he'd slip away otherwise

mumbles incoherent thank you's over and over as he catches his breath

p.s. tell him to get on his knees and finger his mouth, it'll make him blush for days!

masterlist

#koo chan sung #sub!koo chan sung #koo chansung smut #koo chansung #sub!koo chansung smut #sub!koo chansung #sub!yeo jingoo #hotel del luna #hotel del luna smut #dom!reader #self insert #headcanons #fanfiction #sub!kdrama #sub!kdrama smut #kdrama smut

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jeanniebean3 · 3 years

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Still in my Heart (rewritten)

Pairing: Man Wol and Chung Myung

Genre: Explicit

Warning: Smut

Summary: Man Wol and Chung Myung have fallen for each other despite being in two different worlds. But when she finds out he's getting married to the princess, she wants nothing to do with him. Will Chung Myung be able to talk to her or will he go on with the marriage?

A/N: So I decided to rewrite this story because basically I reread it and I think it needed more. I will keep my old story up if you want to read the original version.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31699637

#hotel del luna #jang man wol #go chung myung #fanfic #fanfiction #smut #romance #호텔 델루나 #IU #lee do hyun #korean drama #kdrama #lee ji eun #lemon #korean drama fanfic

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teaberrii · 4 years

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When Roxas was young, his mother asked a woman in white to grant her final wish: to erase her death from her son's memory when she died. However, it came at a cost. Twenty years later, Roxas, who returned to his hometown from abroad, would pay the price as the White Witch came to claim what was rightfully hers. Hotel del Luna inspired.

#kingdom hearts #namine and roxas #fanfiction #archive of our own #roxas #namine #kh3 #sora #kairi #fanfic #writng #creative writing #hotel del luna

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chapitre7 · 5 years

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Lost & Found

Hotel Del Luna [ 호텔 델루나 ] & Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo [달의 연인-보보경심 려] fanfiction

Set in an apocryphal time in the first half of the HDL drama

Inspired by this post that compared HDL to animanga xxxHolic

Read on AO3

Happy third anniversary, Moon Lovers!

“Madam, the guest from room 704 left an item.”

Jang Man Wol did not look up from her cellphone. Such was her concentration in whatever she was scrolling, brows slightly furrowed, lips slightly pursed, that you’d be sure she was studying an important document or even reading a curious article, but Gu Chan Seong, no ordinary man, had clearly seen a familiar glint in her eyes not ten seconds earlier, had promptly told her to stop looking at cars, and was swiftly ignored. The CEO gave manager Choi the same regard she gave her hotelier; a flick of her wrist and a displeased turn of her lips.

“Put it with the others,” she said, the tip of her tongue suddenly rising to the corner of her mouth in obvious interest, causing Gu Chan Seong to let out an indignant “Hey!”, which was returned with a glare.

“Oh! Me! I’ll take it!”

The ever-cheerful receptionist waltzed in, eagerly holding out both hands to the rooms manager, and Gu Chan Seong, dedicated to his mission of saving money but accidentally distracted by the preppy offering, watched as manager Choi gave Hyun Joong a gold key-chain.

“We keep lost items?” He asked Man Wol, eyebrows raised. “From the dead?”

Man Wol sighed deeper than was absolutely necessary, harshly putting her phone down (he caught a glimpse of her screen and yes, he had to admit he too found the car color horrid so he couldn’t blame her for her annoyance, even if he did blame her for everything else).

“Don’t go in there,” she said, inspecting her nails, missing the way Hyun Joong was motioning Gu Chan Seong to follow him exactly there. “You’re faint-hearted and I’m not letting you out early.”

Faint-hearted.

“As the hotelier of the Hotel del Luna, it is of upmost importance that I know every nook and cranny of the establishment,” Gu Chan Seong said with feeling, head held high. Man Wol, all teeth, let out a hearty, deep-throated laugh that almost made her sound all the thousand years that she truly possessed.

“Oh, be my guest, then.”

The man nodded, needlessly adjusting his suit jacket, and followed the receptionist through the brilliant halls of the Hotel del Luna.

Gu Chan Seong was absolutely certain that he had been around those parts before, that he had checked every room on that floor. But every floor looked exactly the same, no matter day or night, and the higher the moon was in the sky, the more confusing the architecture became, and rooms he suspected were on higher floors could be found on lower floors instead, so he was intrigued but not surprised when Hyun Joong led him towards a door he had never seen before. The small, antique plaque above the door read Lost and Found.

“Can the dead really leave things behind?”

“They’re not real things,” Hyun Joong said, scratching his head. “Sometimes they’re holding something when they died but they forget it in the hotel before they board away. Or their family can give them offerings!” He added, pointing a finger in the air, but the words not real kept running through Chan Seong’s mind as the door opened.

It was very much a storage room — but a storage room at the Hotel del Luna could hardly be called ordinary. The lights were flickering, sure, and dust rose once Gu Chan Seong stepped in, threatening to suffocate him with what could possibly be deadly bacteria (then again, there were places at Sanchez’s that had the very same effect), but the wallpaper shone like the rest of the Hotel, pearlescent, rich, speaking of glorious times long past. The shelves were littered with objects and ornate boxes, some glowing under the weak lights as if they were the most precious trophies, while here and there were empty spaces with nothing but ghosts of what once was someone’s treasure, just a clean shadow of memory speaking from its form in the dust.

While Hyun Joong placed the key-chain on what could be only called a random place on a random shelf, Gu Chan Seong, carefully treading the room, noticed a big chest in a corner, covered with a tattered piece of red velvet cloth that failed to hide away the engraved crossed circle on the wood that he knew so well from his dreams — the symbol of the Full Moon.

He took slow, somehow apprehensive steps towards it, bravery and fear fighting a burning fight in his blood, when his fingers — outstretched, as if he were walking on tightrope without even realizing — brushed against one of the tiny boxes on the shelves and a voice filled the room as if it came from everywhere, from the very core of the Hotel,

“Don’t touch anything.”

Chan Seong whipped around towards the entrance, to the omniscient image of Jang Man Wol. Arms crossed, hips tilted to the side, filling his vision, walking closer, heels against wood, loud, firm, long, purple dress scraping against the dirt like it was nothing, because everything inside was her and her own, and only her hand slapping against Chan Seong’s could break the trance he sometimes inevitably fell into when it came to the immortal CEO.

“Ow,” was his smartest answer, retracting his hand and pressing it close to his chest, almost too dramatically; he ought to spend less time with her. “These aren’t even real things!”

“Some of them are, Harvard,” she said, adjusting the box he had touched milliliters to the left. Chan Seong moved his lips in mute grumbling. “Mischievous objects we find and secure. Best to keep them safe from you and you from them.” To that, she added a pointed look that made him feel even more like a misbehaved child and, in turn, he cleared his throat, ready to regain the upper hand in their dynamic.

“And what’s that?” He pointed to the center of the room.

“Ah,” came out of Man Wol, and Chan Seong could have sworn she sounded delighted.

The box itself looked rather simple, but its importance was betrayed by the glass case that protected it; there was no other box so meticulously kept.

“This,” Man Wol spoke as she lifted the glass and pulled the box in her hands, the preciosity of it speaking in all of her movements, slow and deliberate, “is the oldest item in the room.”

Gu Chan Seong would bet his entire fortune that the chest with the Full Moon symbol was the oldest thing in the room but said nothing, afraid of pushing her away and losing all the progress he had won so far. Saving that fight for another day, instead he glanced at the contents of the box she held, his eyes barely blinking.

It looked simple enough, although not without its merits. The white jade of the flower still held its shine, the metal was purposefully faded, and none of the red berries had fallen off. It was a pretty hairpin and he nodded in approval, but nothing about it spoke of jewels of old and importance.

“This,” Man Wol said, with blatant pride, “is the hairpin given to Gwangjong’s lover, tracing back to the 10th century.”

“Gwangjong had a lover?” Chan Seong frowned. “Wasn’t he too busy killing his brothers?”

“He was a pretty ruthless fellow,” Man Wol agreed with a nod. “But he was actually pretty, so I don’t doubt it. Sent his entire personal guard after me when he saw me at the palace, though, I still don’t know why.” She shrugged, as if it was of no consequence that one of the country’s most bloodthirsty emperors almost killed her (keyword being almost, he could hear in his head).

“So... What’s keeping you from selling it?” He raised a perfectly skeptical brow.

“It’s filled with spiritual energy,” Man Wol said simply as she put the box back in its rightful place under the glass.

“Resentful energy?” He asked, frowning, having felt no discomfort before or after setting eyes on the hairpin.

Jang Man Wol shook her head, turning around to face him.

“Gu Chan Seong,” she said, enunciating every syllable of his name.

He felt the urge to swallow, wet his lips, take a step back as Man Wol took one forward. She held his gaze as if it was her own possession, the room around them all but fading to black as she wordlessly commanded him to focus on her, her back straight, her chin lifted, her hands scheming behind her back.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it consumed you?” Her breath was on his face, and it smelled of wine. “Have you ever had someone be everything to you, so much that you could lose everything, even your life, as long as you still had their love?”

His footsteps made no sound, but hers were like rumbling thunder.

“Have you ever had someone you’d follow into the next life, and the next, and the next, that the heavens couldn’t break you apart even if it wanted to?”

She tilted her head to the side, smiling a devil’s smile.

“And have they ever loved you the same?”

He said and signed nothing. The question that burned and turned to ash in his tongue was, Have you?

Hyun Joong sneezed. Chan Seong blinked and, inexplicably, Man Wol seemed to be several steps farther from him than she had been just a breath ago.

“That kind of energy,” she concluded with a smirk.

“Ah,” Hyun Joong called, sounding closer than Chan Seong had felt him to be. “Guests have arrived!”

“Go greet the guests, Gu Chan Seong,” said Jang Man Wol, walking past him, the center of her gravity letting go of his peace of mind, moving away with her long, swishing hair.

Gu Chan Seong dusted his clothes off, straightened his back and composure, and walked out of Lost and Found to greet the recently departed.

***

It was still dark when Jang Man Wol woke up and she was at a loss for a couple of seconds. Certain that she had not overslept, she held her silk robe tighter around herself and walked to the window, eyebrows rising in wonder at the solar eclipse that greeted her.

“Is that what you had been waiting for?”

There was no one in her room but that box. Polished, simple wood carrying a universe of lost love inside.

“Which one is it?” She asked, a playful, lopsided smirk blossoming on her face as she opened the box and picked the hairpin up. “Is it her? Is it your master? Why today?”

The hairpin, naturally, could not speak; it only shone in the dim light as she caressed it, lost in thought.

“Ah,” she breathed, smiling to herself. “The homeless man, he should know. But I think I saw him walking perfectly fine the other day, organizing some sort of exhibit?”

She tapped her lips as her eyes moved to her closet.

“I wonder if paeha is a chaebol these days? Like in that drama?”

She giggled, a sound that could chill Gu Chan Seong to the bone.

“Come,” she said to herself or to the ancient love in the room, her hands pulling her hair into a bun in which she pinned the jade lotus hairpin, her companion. “Let’s see what future you’ll unfold in this lifetime.”

And Jang Man Wol rummaged through her clothes, trying to find something befit of a queen.

#Hotel Del Luna #Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Scarlet Heart Ryeo #Moon Lovers #fanfiction #Jang Man Wol #Gu Chan Seong #So/Soo #Crossover

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ey3-5t1tch · 1 year

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Hi! My @ is ey3-5t1tch on AO3 and here, but you can call me Isabel! Feel free to interact if you like writing, if we share a love for the same fandom, or any other reason really! I'm a Capricorn, I love bunnies, the stars and the moon and the ocean, because it's the closest thing to space on Earth. I have too many sources of inspiration to count. I want to learn everything there is to learn, but the clock won't stop ticking. Writing is a form of escapism, but also a way to work through my problems. It is me at my most vulnerable. Warning! For context: English isn't my first language! I do my best to proofread and double-check everything that I write, but there will still be mistakes, and some sentences might probably sound a little weird to native speakers. I apologise in advance. Still, I'm working towards bettering myself and my skills every day!

Work in Progress

Ghost of Tsushima: - Tomoe/Original Character: Tomoe has opened her luxurious guesthouse in Kyoto and makes sure the scented oils, and opulent textiles of her rooms only lure the finest upper class clientele. Sooner or later someone truly precious will follow suit. - Jin/Lord Shimura: It's been 5 years since the jitō has seen his nephew, and the memories haunt him just like the wind incessantly sweeps the hardened walls of his castle. An old menace resurfaces. Will they be able to reconcile? P.S. Other characters I would love to write for are: Norio, Iyo, the spirit of Yarikawa’s vengeance (who is she? obsessed), Bettomaru, Lady Masako and Mai, Chiyoko and Yuriko. I'm putting those stories on hold for now because they have no clear outline.

The Sea Beast: - Sarah Sharpe/Original Character: Before the events of 'The Sea Beast.' From a shipwreck, The Inevitable rescues Dido. She chases a mirage of her own, as cold and unforgiving as the southern ice floes. But Sarah is so warm, she is like nobody Dido's ever met, and makes life worth living instead of running from. When Gwen Batterbie offers to make each and every one of Dido's dreams come true, will she accept her offer?

Hotel Del Luna: - Original Character & Grim Reaper: After attempting to take her own life, xx reaches the Blue Moon Hotel. Suspended between life and death, she has a chance to reflect on her past. Will she fall back in love with life?

Road 96: - Bob Winters/Original Character: Wanted Black Brigade leader Robert Winters has a pattern of recruiting young teens to do the dirty work. You're one of them. It's about time he got what's coming for him. [tw SA] Red Dead Redemption 2: - Original Character & Van Der Linde gang: Minnie observes the gang's downfall from within while seeking her own redemption. - RDR3 (or how the NA sniper came to be) by the Strange Man

ORIGINAL WORKS: - a (y/n) story! It's a choose your own adventure kind of story written in the second person, where you get to romance an eldritch being and uncover the mysteries of the small town of Haven. [tw Dead Dove] - v nebulous, need planning: coming of age manga for girls of all ages (think of the group of friends you would want to have); CROSSOVERS: SKY Children of the Light x V miniseries (1983-1984) "They appeared not long after the invasion. People say they are bringers of death, and they sure look like it. But it seems more like they're seeking shelter from the war, just like the rest of us. I wonder who they really are?" The aliens' appearance already ended decades of scientific and philosophical debate. These moth people, their existence, it wasn't so hard to accept after that. Still, people cower in fear at the whirr of laser beams and fluffy wings alike... -this was meant to be a comic but it's taking wayyy to long to draw!!

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wtfguanshan · 5 years

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This is the link to the fanfic if anyone would like to read.

#19 days #mo guan shan #19days #moguanshan #he tian #oldxian #he tian x mo guan shan #guan shan #guanshan #hetian #fanfiction #hotel del luna #AU

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mochii0park · 2 years

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i LOVE Sinners birth reapers but i am still confused and what are the roles of the bois and Y/N in this fanfiction. could pls explain some more?

Yes of course 🥰

I did take inspiration from the Goblin k-drama and Hotel del Luna, however not all elements are taken from them. Some things are purely my imaginations and don't follow the k-drama.

Reapers: Y/N and Jungkook

One becomes a Reaper when they sin in their past life. Depending on the weight of their sin they get a mentor who guides them through their path of redemption. Possible mentors are Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon.

They bring the souls to the Realm and into the tea room where they are offered the warm beverage in exchange for their memories. If a soul refuses to drink the tea they are sent to Hoseok.

Deities: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon

Seokjin: The oldest deity and the one in charge. He occasionally sets foot out of the Realm to pick up souls which have lived an honourable life.

Yoongi: Deity of vengeance, mentor of Reapers who committed great sins and their path to redemption is usually painted with heavy tasks, pain and regret. Most of his students are given 300 years or even more to redeem. Also, he chases after lost souls.

Hoseok: Deity of faith and destiny. Hoseok is the deity with the least number of students using any chance to transfer them to Namjoon. Although Seokjin is in charge of the Realm, Hoseok often than not takes over his duties making him second in charge. He guides the souls to their judgment trail and takes care of the ones who refuse to drink the tea.

Namjoon: Deity of fortune and peace. He mentors Reapers who have sinned but not that greatly. For example, Jungkook whose sin is almost insignificant given that he needs to serve for only 50 years. His students are called special snowflakes because they hardly ever get grotesque tasks like Yoongi's. They ordered to give a white flower to the deceased to ensure their safe passage to heaven or for a safer passage through the judgment trail.

Other supernatural beings:

Lost soul: Taehyung

Lost souls are essentially both ghosts and humans who escaped death by a supernatural force. Rarely do other being such as Goblin interfere with Reaper's business but if they manage to stop them from guiding the soul to the Realm by reviving them, a lost soul is born.

Goblin: Jimin

Humans can be resurrected into Goblins to serve a punishment of their own. It's not much known about what type of a sin they've committed to be cursed but just like Reapers, they serve their punishment. The Goblin usually has to wait centuries if not decades for a person to be born which will strip them off of the curse. That type of person is called Goblin bride.

#sinners birth reapers #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #jungkook x reader #fanfiction #ask #answer

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eirenical · 3 years

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eirenical’s original content masterpost

OK, so I figured it was about time I started one of these, especially given the fact that my old tag post is so outdated, it’s not even funny. This is going to be a work in progress because I have a LOT of content to sort through and I will probably start with just linking the big tags, but... we have to start somewhere, I guess? ^_^

(Note: These are also going to be in backwards chronological order from newest to oldest, and there are going to be repeat posts, especially in the parts that are split by fandom, because those are search links, not tags.)

My meta: #eirenical.meta; #eirenical’s tag meta

My writing: #eirenical.fic; #snippet; #eirenical writes things; #eirenical.headcanons; #writing meme answers; #original fiction

My Edits: #eirenical.gifs; #eirenical.videos; #eirenical.photosets; #eirenical.photos; #eirenical.screenshots (screen recordings); #eirenical.screencaps

My Fanmixes: #eirenical.fanmixes

(Note #2: I have never been able to figure out how to make tumblr links work on mobile. None of these do. Sorry. :P If you want to use any of the links in the masterpost on mobile, just open them (or the master post) in a mobile browser; then they should work just fine.)

And behind a cut for the fandom specific stuff, I think. ^_^

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Scrapbook 2021 | Pt IV

I had to do a fourth part this year, because I read too much good fanfiction in October and went over the limit. Whoops.

For anyone that’s new to this, this is how I keep track of all of the things I enjoy and/or create throughout the year. I have literally been doing this since I had a livejournal.

It’s a nice little snippet of my life and helps to organize my brain.

A reminder:

Normal font - Indifferent/Neutral Italicized font - Enjoyed bold font - Loved with an asterisk* - All time favorite (bracketed titles) - Re-watches/Re-reads strikethough - Disliked

Goals are: read 80 70 books (yes, i reduced my original goal. no regrets. am currently at 57), finish five video games (completed), write more than 20 fics (completed, thanks October!) or something larger than 20k (negative, but I got close with 14k), and write either an original short story or start a novel (plotting only).

Past Years

2021 Pt I: January-April 2021 Pt II: May-August 2021 Pt III: September-October

MOVIES

November

V For Vendetta

Love Hard (so cringe though)

Red Notice

Tick, Tick, Boom

December

The Holiday

Spiderman: No Way Home

The Matrix: Resurrections

Encanto

(Lotr: The Two Towers)

BOOKS

November

The Witness For the Dead | Katherine Addison

The Wolf and the Woodsman | Ava Reid [Fin]

A Marvellous Light | Freya Marske [Fin]

In a Holidaze | Lauren Christina [Fin]

December

The Witness For the Dead | Katherine Addison

PODCASTS

November

N/A

December

Wolf 359 - Making of Special

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

November

Watcher: Are You Scared?

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Supernatural, Final Season

Locke and Key, s2

Husbento Boxes | Imamu Room

Scumbag System

Arcane, s1

Cowboy Bebop (2021), s1

Hotel del Luna

Too Many Spirits, s4

December

Too Many Spirits, s4

Wheel of Time, s1

Hawkeye, s1

VIDEO GAMES

November

Pokemon Go

Spiritfarer

Animal Crossing

December

Animal Crossing

Pokemon Go

Hollow Knight, 40+ hours

POSTED FIC

November

N/A

December

ampersand after ampersand | The Untamed | Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen/Song Lan | 9,430 words | “Will you kill me, then?” Xue Yang asks, showing his teeth when he smiles. “Pretty, vicious Xingchen. Should have known that it was you I should have watched out for.”

a dream to end all deams | Seraphina | Seraphina/Kiggs/Glisselda | 2,093 words | The morning of her daughter’s third birthday, Seraphina wakes slowly to the soft pre-dawn light slanting in through the large gilded windows along the southeastern side of the room. She is warm and enormously comfortable, but the moment is unfortunately somewhat ruined by the fact that she has a healthy chunk of Glisselda’s hair in her mouth.

the impact and the glue | SGA | John/Rodney | 5,228 words | Rodney gets transferred to Area 51 on an unseasonably warm day in early December, just a few weeks short of Christmas. He gets more than he bargained for out of his stay.

WIPS | UNPUBLISHED | ORIGINAL

November

4k of SongXueXiao Exchange fic

4k of SGA Secret Santa

December

9.5k of SongXueXiao Exchange fic Done!

2k of Yuletide Done!

4k of SGA Secret Santa Done!

Fanmixes/Graphics

November

N/A

December

Discover Weekly Medleys

DELIGHTFUL FIC

November

And Many More by giraffeter | The Untamed | Jiang Cheng/Everyone | WIP | 9k | “Hmm.” Nie Huaisang taps his chin with one green-lacquered fingernail. Raising an eyebrow, he leans into Jiang Cheng, letting his eyes go heavy-lidded and suggestive. “What is your deepest, darkest, filthiest sexual fantasy?” he asks in a husky voice. “And no cop-outs, I’ll know if you cop out.”

No night as deep as my night. by orange_crushed | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 17k | When he opens his eyes all the candles in the room sputter at once, and go out. And then they come back again, as easily as they were extinguished. Wangji looks up, to find a tall shadow in the doorway. Wangji is not afraid. “Wei Ying,” he says. “Come in.”

in the room where you sleep by blurhawaii | Buzzfeed Unsolved | Ryan/Shane | 9k | Hunched over on himself on the bottom step of the staircase, Ryan throws out the term ‘tulpa’ for the camera and then has to backtrack when Shane cuts in, wait, wait, wait, just a second here, a what?

hunger by lastembers (last_embers) | Word of Honor | Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu | 3k | His neighbour eats people. Zhou Zishu doesn’t particularly care, as long as he keeps the noise down.

Magnanimous in Victory by giraffeter | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying, others | 30k | WIP | After Cloud Recesses burns, Wen Xu brings Lan Wangji — the last Lan — back to Nightless City as his prize. Not to be outdone, his brother Wen Chao soon returns with a prize of his own: the Jiang Sect's senior disciple, Wei Wuxian.

hear the monsters calling home by sundiscus | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | 8k | In which Lan Wangji is investigating a string of strange deaths and Wei Wuxian is a vampire he can’t seem to kill.

haemoglobin by hisevilforest | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xue Yang/Xiao Xingchen | 20k | "Why won't you fucking touch me?" It comes out a lot quieter than he meant it to.

Virtual Virtue by FayJay | The Untamed | Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue | 20k | Modern AU: Nie Huaisang is at University, studying business (as is his duty) rather than Fine Arts (his passion). He is also, however, moonlighting as a photographic artist anonymously posting a series of high-end erotic self portraits, under the nom de guerre of FanBoy, in which his face is never visible.

in the blind by sarcasticfishes | Watcher | Shane/Ryan | 4k | “Okay. One last time,” Shane says, with the air of someone trying very much to hold their nerves at bay and think logically. “I’m going to blindfold you. Your hands will be restrained. I’ll make sure you’re comfy and then I’m going to leave the room to welcome our guest.”

i'm the one for your fire by occultings (microcomets) | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 43k | Wei Ying, virgin and noted heterosexual, gets hit with a curse of an unusual nature on his 30th birthday: Through physical contact, he can read the minds of others around him.

and i double dare me as well by iodhadh | The Untamed | Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen/Xue Yang | 50k | Or: How to ruin a discussion conference, nearly start a war, and fall desperately, agonizingly, soul-destroyingly in love in ten days.

work friends by Skyuni123 | Red Notice | Sarah/Nolan/John | 6k | It takes a solid two weeks for Nolan Booth to realise that he’s essentially just following The Bishop and Hartley around like a lapdog.

And the world's alright with me by so_shhy | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 13k | Wei Ying has been feeling like a grey, wrung-out, mildewed dishrag for a week when Lan Zhan slopes in from a trip to the store looking blank-faced and awkward and sets a pregnancy test down on the kitchen counter.

We're OK by giraffeter | The Adventure Zone | Magnus/Taako | 8k | (Interdimensional travel gets lonely. But can you really ever get back to normal, after you've slept with your best friend? Set midway through The Stolen Century.)

leading tone by silencemostofall | The Untamed | Wei Ying/Lan Wangji | 32k | The first time you touch someone you're fated to love, you leave a mark on their skin. If they will love you in return, they'll mark you where you touched them. The deeper the color, the deeper the connection.

Blossom by triedunture | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 26k | A Cherry Magic AU where Lan Wangji is cursed in the years following Wei Wuxian's death, and what happens when he returns.

A New Era by spicedrobot | Arcane | Jayce/Viktor | 2k | They toast. They toast again. To Piltover. To their partnership. To their dream.

out to get you (to get you) by iliacquer | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 41k | In order to kill the Demon of Yiling, assassin Lan Wangji pretends to be courtesan. Falling in love with Wei Wuxian is an unfortunate complication.

beneath six layers of silk by darkredloveknot (enheduane) | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 12.5k | While exorcising a haunting, Lan Wangji gets cursed with a brand of honesty, and is forced to speak his every thought out loud.

The Compact by astolat | Harry Potter | Draco/Harry (/Hermione/Ron) | 64k | Hermione frowned. “The real question is why the magic of Britain would be failing now, in fact.”

December

All Old Things are New Again by The Feels Whale (miscellea) | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 51k | Full-time necromancer and part-time cam boy, Wei Wuxian, finds himself unexpectedly homeless. An enthusiastic patron comes to his rescue.

say my name by fruitys | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 13k | “Wei Wuxian, what have you done,” he moans aloud, anxiously carding his hands through his hair.

The Better Part of Valor by @tierfal | FMA | Royed | 13k | Roy should have expected that the rescue mission would be the easy part.

Things Past by spqr | The Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | 7k | Excerpt from “Family History — Revisiting the Witcher Split Five Years Later,” GQ, Issue 1710, Nov. 2021

Something at the Door by Pip (Moirail) | The Untamed | Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian | 50k | This is not a love story. This is a story about love.

One True Weakness by blacktofade | BFU | Ryan/Shane | 7k | Shane steals Ryan's soul, but promises it isn't anything personal.

Legato by minnabird | Seraphina | Seraphina/Glisselda | 2k | While working on a new composition, Seraphina discovers that she can love both Kiggs and Glisselda.

Betray the Moon by @tierfal | FMA | Royed | WIP | 37k | Ed read the reports: he understands the gist of what the Cretans did to Roy.

there'll be no strings to bind your hands (not if my love can bind your heart) by @spaceoperetta | The Flash | Eobard/Iris(/Barry) | 2k | “If he was younger, he would have done it, he would have become Barry Allen, in both name and body, so great was his desire to become The Flash.

transposition ciphers by applecrumbledore | FMA | Royed | 36k | “I kissed Edward,” Roy said, more quietly than he'd ever spoken to her before. Riza’s raised eyebrows asked a question all on their own.

I’m the Fire, You’re the Oil Rig by ritualist | The Untamed | SXX | 23k | This is either a heartwarming story about a boy and his alien or a narrowly averted apocalypse. Maybe, if they play their cards right, it's both.

That Unwanted Animal by Lise | The Untamed | SXX | 16k | Things are good. Things are really good: Xue Yang's in the best relationship of his life, has two very sexy boyfriends, he's actually (???) pretty happy.

Tired In The Glow by Anonymous | What If | Thor/Loki | 3k | Very occasionally, when the stars aligned just right, Thor and Loki got to meet up.

Once & Future by spqr | The Witcher | Geralt/Jaskier | 50k | Jaskier tilts his head, neck crunching at the strange angle, and kisses the King’s stone frown.

Out of your system by mimilamp | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 20k | “Maybe you should get me out of your system,” Wei Ying blurts. “Maybe that’ll help.”

Exposure Therapy by mimilamp | The Untamed | Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji | 14k | Wei Ying clambered up from the floor, put the joint on the corner of the night stand, announced, “Exposure therapy,” and got into Lan Zhan’s bed.

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

November

MARVEL || In Da Getto

The Amazing Spider-Man

Loki || Control

A dream to end all dreams.

money [Mo Dao Zu Shi]

MONEY || Multi-Female

Nie Huaisang MDZS - ( Look What You Made Me Do )

MARVEL || Shang-Chi : The Heart of Dragon

MARVEL || Enemy

MARVEL || Outside

(MARVEL) Shang-Chi | Heritage

Allison Argent || Like That

motley crew [Mo Dao Zu Shi]

Spider-Man: No Way Home || A Swing Through the Multi-Verse

JINX | Arcane

Jinx & Vi || Arcane || White Flag

(Arcane) Jinx | The Monster You Created

December

why us? - the heart as queer allegory

poison [Cliff Unger] *for NiceSinner*

Shang-Chi || Black Sea (Marvel)

xue yang || BAD GUY

Xue Yang | Swerve | The Untamed edit

ENEMY | Mo Dao Zu Shi S3 | AMV

Mo Dao Zu Shi Season 3 「 AMV 」 War Of Hearts

Mo Dao Zu Shi Season 3「 AMV 」Cold Blooded

Mo Dao Zu Shi Season 3「 AMV 」In The End

Mo Dao Zu Shi Season 3 「 AMV 」Survivor ᴴᴰ

[AMV] Mo Dao Zu Shi || Without Me

Spider-Man : No Way Home || What's up Danger || Spider-Verse

(Arcane) Viktor | Lost Dream

Yelena Belova || Ready or Not

Smells Like Teen Spirit | JOHN WICK

"I'm in pain" | sad multifandom

MARIA | Heaven Official's Blessing + Mo Do Zu Shi | AMV

more / MO DAO ZU SHI / blood, angst, pain,

Jaskier - I'm an Artist

INFERNO || luo binghe, wei wuxian, hua cheng || AMV

BATTLE ROYALE | Mo Dao Zu Shi

Viktor || Arcane

Miles Morales || Can't Stop Us || Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

silco || toxic

THE WITCHER || Geralt of Rivia

Geralt & Jaskier | Wildest Dreams

(Witcher) Geralt of Rivia | Protector

Directed by Stanley Kubrick

(Hawkeye) Kate Bishop | Partner

YILING LAOZU | AMV | ENEMY || MO DAO ZU SHI

WEI WU XIAN MDZS - ( ENEMY )

Multifandom Mashup 2021

Time moves forward.

Kate Bishop & Clint Barton || Hawkeye

every second

THE WITCHER | Geralt

2021 Movie Trailer Mashup

Venom || Another One Bites The Dust

Moiraine | Aes Sedai

(The Witcher) Geralt of Rivia | Monster Slayer

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

November

Slowdance | The Murder Capital

Will It Ever Be the Same | Young Summer

Tide | Niki

Lion | Saint Mesa

Inferno | Hiroyukio Sawano

My Brother Rabbit: Dreams | Arkadiusz Reikowski

Enemy | Imagine Dragons

Playground | Bea Miller

Deepness | Ricardo M

Our Love | Jasmine Sullivan

Goodbye | Ramsey

Read My Mind | Golda May

Money | Lisa

Arcane OST**

Tick Tick Boom OST

NEXUS | Sawano Hiroyuki

Julia's Song | SEATBELTS

Lord of the Empty | SEATBELTS

December

I Don't Believe You | The Magnetic Fields

Like Spinning Plates | Radiohead

Spotify Wrapped

Julia’s Song | Seatbelts

Lord of the Empty | Seatbelts

Dynasty | Rina Sawayama

Let Me Follow | Son Lux

Happy Loner | Marina

Bad Omen | FJORA

Face My Fears | Jenn Sakura

Passion | Utada Hikaru

The Sword of Destiny | Jillian Aversa

Sand Dream | Revo

Conspiracy of Silence | The Swoons

We Don’t Talk About Bruno | Encanto

Encanto soundtrack

#heather says what #scrapbook #heather writes #2021

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