#i love my swampy boy so damn much hes beautiful
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LLAMA LLAMA LLAMA LLAMA
I cant stop thinking about skull from the forest god au…. Like, I just.
So, I live in a marshland, my town was literally built right on top of a marsh, right next to a large river. So this one hits slightly differently, cuz I love the marsh. I remember planting trees in the mud, getting rid of invasive species, and hopping from log to mud clump to stump with my friends and afterwards, every single time, we’d chat and enjoy some cookies when we were finished. It was so much fun and all I can imagine is doing that in Skulls bog. Walking around, having fun, laughing, singing at the top of my lungs, looking at the plants and trying to figure out the species, drawing them in a small notebook. Who knows, I might even bring some food to share, some fruit, maybe some cookies.
All I can imagine is just, Skull finds this little tiny human, that despite the fog, despite the horror stories, the black water, the obvious death that hangs in the air… they love the bog.
They love his bog.
I hope you don't mind that you're his spouse now.
Like... you don't understand why everyone else dislikes the bog so much. When you go in, you see all kinds of lovely things. Sunlight occasionally peeks through gaps in the fog and makes the water twinkle, illuminating it just enough for you to spot freckled tadpoles darting in and out of cover. Dragonflies perch on the saturated ground, seemingly always posing just long enough for you to draw them. Damselflies skip over your head like fairies. Frogs watch you from the muskeg, water beading on their dimpled skin, you love to just sit and listen to their choruses of croaks when the sun rises. If you stay still enough long-legged birds wade across the weeds and pick out bugs and wriggling fish with their curled beaks, ignoring you as if you were simply part of the landscape. Butterflies, seemingly eager for anything dry, often land on you with their wings wide open. Newts roam right by your feet. Occasionally you hear something big moving in the distance... a deer, maybe?
The Black Bogs are wonderful.
...
Except... if you travel through the bog with other people, though, you might start to take notice of how little wildlife you see. No birds, no frogs, no newts. Not even a dragonfly. You might notice that your friends are constantly swatting away aggressive flies, complaining about bites- you have yet to be stung by anything. You might realise the bog is so much quieter, so much darker, when you're with other people.
No sun. No sound. It's almost like... the bog is hostile to them. It's almost like it prefers when you're alone.
It's almost like the bog only wants you.
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NCT 127- Yuta Nakamoto Soulmate!Au
A/N- I hope you all don't find this thing a total piece of shit. I'm trying my best, accept my attempts. Plz.
Warning: Swearing, I say the word fuck so many fucking times in this fucking au, like I need to calm the fuck down.
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• okay so in this world soulmates are a fucking thing, luckily though the universe was on your side when it decided soulmates existed
•because whenever you write something on your arm or pretty much wherever on your body it then appears on your soulmates body
•so many people find their soulmates quite easily and for that you were thankful
•but the things you write on your body don't start appearing on your soulmates body till your 17
•plus the only bad thing about the soulmate system is the fact that your soulmate could possibly speak another language
•most people are lucky enough to get a soulmate who speaks the same tongue
•you're not one of those people
•one day your were just chilling in health class while your teacher was talking about vaginas and what not when all of a sudden writing started to appear on your arm
•you were all excited because "HOLY FUCK M8, I MIGHT ACTUALLY FIND SOMEONE WHO LOVES ME"
•but as you look closer you start experiencing heart palpitations because "shit my dudes that ain't English"
•when you get home later that night you start comparing the words to a list of languages and realizes you have two different languages on your arm
•Japanese and Korean
•the fuck
•how is i, a mere mortal, who can barely speak English, suppose to learn two more languages
•so to converse with this soulmate of yours you get out that trusty pen you stole from a Burger King out and draw a very mediocre stick figure waving
•trying to say hello because well fuck what am I supposed to do
•you then get nothing in return
•"whoever my soulmate is, he/she's not ignoring me, they just got so surprised by my 10/Eleventeen artwork they passed out"
•okay, yep, just keep telling yourself that
•so you spend the next two years trying to learn both languages, keep in mind I said trying
•you try not to write on your skin those two years because well if I could talk to my soulmate it might be nice to know what each others saying
•so one fateful night you right some form of greeting in both languages on your forearm
•because you weren't sure which one your soulmate preferred
•Yuta's just chilling in the dorms like "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT ON MY ARM"
•Johnny's all like "you've never heard of soulmates"
•as Yuta shook his head
•Haechan's just in the corner like "uneducated swine"
•so Johnny the wise tells Yuta all about soulmates and what not
•Yuta's all like "well shoot"
•"that's why that piece of Picasso artwork appeared on my arm all those years ago"
•"and also why I had the words 'Do you think the Grim Reaper for bees is called the Grim Beeper?' appear on my forearm"
•you were existential crisising
•so he steals a pen from grandfather Taeil and writes a small "hi" in Korean on his arm
•meanwhile you're all sad because mY sOUlMaTe HAsn'T rESponDeD yET!????!?
•all of a sudden you see the reply and it's like •__•
•well shit
•hot damn
•holy fuck
•what do I say
•'Hi I'm Y/N and I'm your meme queen'
•no. Don't. he's gonna leave you before he even met you sweetheart.
•so you go with the simple "What's Up?"
•"Nothing much. You?"
•"Just Chilling"
•"Cool."
•if you were wondering, yes, that's actually how your first conversation went
•anywho you're all like this is boring as crap I didn't learn two languages to receive one worded answers "I'm Y/N. I learned two languages for you. You better be ready to accept my love."
•Yuta's all like •-•
•"you're not Korean or Japanese?"
•"Nope"
• more of this •-•
•"Why did you learn both?"
•"For You"
•I'm going to be cheesey for a moment Yuta's heart practically melts in his chest because it's like this girl I just found out about learned two languages for me even though I didn't know she existed :') <tears of happy
•"Why do you know both?"
•"I'm originally from Japan. But I moved to Korea and learned Korean to pursue my career as an idol"
• He's just writing this all so casually while your just having spasms
•LIKE ME, YOUR AVERAGE LOOKING MOLE RAT, HAS AN IDOL FOR A SOULMATE
•once you collect yourself from the floor you try to sound lowkey and not like you almost spontaneously combusted so you reply with "Oh that's awesome, What's your name?"
•"Yuta Nakamoto."
•you look him up on the internet and BITCH YOUR WIG FLEW RIGHT OFF YOUR HEAD
•like hip thrusts for hours
•lip bites for days
•body rolls for weeks
•and as you look at yourself in your sweatpants and My Chemical Romance shirt with a few reminents of potato chips on it you realize how fucked you are
•like how did him, a creation from gods anus, end up with a swampy rat that crawled out of the never ending abyss
•you say this yet your probably one of the most beautiful girls ever and your soulmate is really the lucky one to have gotten you
•fast forward 3 months later
•you and Yuta talk everyday
•you've exchanged phone numbers
•he always comes to you when he's stressed about his vocals or maybe not perfectly nailing a dance move
•some how every other member of NCT also got your number
•the dreamies call you 'mom'
•you and Mark exchange those dank memes on a daily basis
•you've been trying to get Taeyong to teach you how to do the 'grudge' voice from the limitless music video over FaceTime
•you and Johnny bond over food because pizza, cheeseburgers, and chicken wings are creations only a god could have made
•you've joined the 'foreign swagger' groupchat
•nct is currently on break after all the comebacks
•you and Yuta decide that your finally going to meet
•you almost pass out on the plane because 'what if he doesn't like me?' 'what if I'm not what they expected?' 'what if I make a total fool out of myself?'
•as you get off the plane you notice a large group of people holding signs and balloons
•as you look closer you notice that the group comprises of jaden smith, curtains, father dreadlocks, an aerobic instructor, a tangerine, some cotton candy, and three coconut heads.
•your all like "yep, those are my boys"
•as you walk closer Yuta practically has a seizure
•because "holy fuck I thought she looked good over the phone, but now it's like a goddess is walking towards me in the airport."
• you finally get to them and they all pull you into a giant group hug
•girl you must be the luckiest woman in the world
•surrounded by your handsome soulmate and some of the most attractive males you've ever seen
•the rest of the group pull away but you're still in the tight embrace of one man
•"hello my beautiful jagiya"
• you smile at the nickname
•one of the most powerful Korean words in my opinion
• 'Jagiya' a simple word meaning something so much more, soulmate, and that's exactly what you two were, soulmates
#nct 127 imagines#nct 127 soulmate au#nct 127#nct#nakamoto yuta#nct yuta#soulmate#alternate universe#kpop#fanfic#accept my love#fandom#nct imagines
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if you're up for it, fairytale au with klance pls? thanks in advance!!
Listen. listen here you. You need to answer for your goddamn crimes. I will fight you in the street if i see you.
Because listen. the fuck. Up.
I just wanted to write a short thing! Like 500 words maybe! But I loved this idea so damn much that i wrote a full 10 000 word fic for it.
I’m not lying. I’m not.
Here is the link to it on AO3
But I’ll post the first 1000 or so words here so you can get a feel for it. Alright. let’s go.
Keithpulls his dark cloak further around his body, trying to disguise the fineclothes he wears underneath. Everything in his closet would have given himaway, but luckily he had found this old, threadbare cloak whilst skulkingaround the guard’s quarters. He hopes it’s not a treasured family heirloom ofsome sort, because if this experience goes well…. he just might not return it.
Flickingup the cloak’s hood and tightening the scarf around his face, Keith vaults overthe palace wall. It’s easy. Startlingly so. He lands with a soft thud in theswampy area just on the other side of the wall. Wearing an an elated grin,Keith tears off towards the market place. His boots touch mud for the firsttime.
Hefollows the sounds of the villagers’ laughter and morning chatter until hestumbles into it.
Colours.And crowds. And smells… so many of them. Merchant’s brilliantly coloured signsassault his vision, dancing in the wind as they hang from stalls. Severalpassersby bump into him without so much as an “excuse me”. Keith is aboutto say something when he remembers himself. He glowers at the back of theirheads instead and pulls his hood closer around his face.
Eventhough his scarf conceals his mouth, his eyes sparkle with his hidden smile. Hestops to observe a group of children play hop scotch. Keith can’t remember thelast time he saw more than one child at once. He moves on to ogle some fabricsbeing sold from one of the stalls. The weave isn’t as fine as he’s used to, buttheir colours and design make them striking and beautiful in a unique way.Something spicy assaults his nostrils and he turns towards a stall covered inred fabrics and colourful ribbons. A man stands at the counter and passes outsome sort of rice dish, topped with meat in a dark, glistening sauce. Keith’smouth waters.
Herummages around in his cloak until he finds his purse of coins. He cautiouslypulls down his scarf.
“Isthis enough?” Keith jangles several gold coins at the man. The man’s eyes widenand he nods enthusiastically. Taking the money, he returns with several largebowls of curry, some toffee apples and a steaming mug of something sweet. Keithclumsily takes everything in his arms.
Hemakes his way back to the children playing. They’ve moved on from hopscotch andare now hitting each other with sticks and yelling about being the bestswordsman. Keith approaches. The children hush and step back.
“Youguys want some of these? I got too many.” He smiles and holds out the applesand spare bowls of food. One of the older boys nervously approaches.
“What’sthe deal?” His voice cracks. He has to be about 12. There’s dirt on his kneesand hands.
“Nodeal. I just got too many by accident.” Keith shrugs. His scarf slips revealingmore of his face. The boy continues to scowl, but then his face softens. Theman before him doesn’t match his clothes. He doesn’t look like any rogue he’sencountered before. He steps forward and takes an apple.
“Ok… thanks.” The boy smirks and takes a bite. That seemsto be the signal, and the other children rush forwards. Their eager hands grabat Keith and soon all of his extra food is no longer a concern. He laughs andsits with the kids as they happily eat. Keith takes his first bite of thecurry. He grins, and shovels in several mouthfuls. It’s sweet and bold flavouris foreign to his tastebuds, but he loves it. He inhales several morespoonfuls.
Thenthe spice hits.
Hepants several times, then takes a large gulp of his drink.
“Ohyeah, that sneaks up on you.” The oldest child laughs.
“Wow!Quite a feast today!” A new voice breaks free of the crowd. Keith looks up tosee a tall boy approach. He has to be around the same age as him. With warm,tan skin, and short brown hair, but it was his smile that caught Keith’sattention. His smile is… beautiful. Keith forgets to chew.
Theboys limbs are long, but move confidently to squat in front of the children.His shoulders are surprisingly broad, a telltale sign that he’s past pubertyand is approaching manhood, and there’s a mischievous look in his blue eyeswhen he snatches a bite of one of the children’s apples. He grins as sugarcoats his lips.
“Lance!” All the children exclaim and run for him. Keith isalmost trampled. He stands.
“Thatman brought us treats!” A girl points.
Keithfinds his eyes locked onto Lance’s. He scrambles to pull up his scarf. Lancelooks skeptical.
“Didhe now.” His eyes narrow. “Well thanks, these kids don’t often…”
“Lance!”
Witha scream and a pattering of shoes on the cobbled streets, a child sprints andploughs into Lance’s torso. Lance grunts and looks down at the child. Tearsstream down his cheeks and he grips a dead bird in one of his hands.
“Billy!What on earth…?!”
“Lance!You gotta help me!”
Lance’s eyes fall on the dead bird. He visibly swallows.
“Billy,”He kneels down to the boys height and grips his shoulders. “Have you beenin the forest again?” He speaks low and calmly.
“Yeah…”
“Youknow the king owns those lands. You know you’re not supposed tohunt there. That’s poaching.”
“Iknow! But I went and then the guards saw me and…” The boy sniffles.
Lance’s attention is pulled as he sees the flow of the marketplace change. Thecrowds part on the horizon and several hulking king’s guards make their waythrough.
“Shit.” Lance hisses. “Jason, take Billy and run. Just run until you’rehome. I hold them off.”
Theoldest boy nods and takes Billy’s hand. They take off, and the rest of thechildren scatter. Lance stands with a determined scowl and marches towards theguards. Keith follows just a few steps away.
“Gentlemen!” Lance calls. “Awful big party for some morningshopping. Is it George’s birthday? Are we chipping in for a present?” He smilesand plants his feet in front of the largest of the guards.
“Lance,” Hespits. “Piss off.”
“Wow,harsh language. I guess I’m not invited to the party then.”
“Listenyou…!”The guard rushes forward and pulls Lance onto his toes by his tunic collar.Keith bursts into action.
“Howdare you!” His voice booms out from underneath his scarf. The guard turns witha shocked expression. Lance looks even more surprised.
“Guardsare never to lay a hand on civilians without reason! Set him down at once!”Keith orders.
Abeat.
Thenthe guard bursts into laughter. He tosses Lance to the side and stalks towardsKeith.
“Orwhat? Who’s going to enforce that? You?”The guard laughs darkly. Lance recovershis footing and springs in between them.
“Hey,Sendak my man, give this guy a break. He’s not from around here, so why don’t…”
“Shutup!” With a swing of his trunk like arm, Lance is sent skittering across theroad. Keith sees red.
“I’ll bring you before the King himself.” Keith stepsforward. Sendak smirks and raises his fist.
Witha flurry of his cloak, Keith surges for the guard and grabs Sendak’s swordright out of his scabbard. He dodges Sendak’s punch and points the blade at histhroat.
“Ifyou refuse… I’ll kill you righthere.”
Sendakbats the blade away with a roar. He reaches for his dagger. The guards behindhim all draw their swords.
Sendakprepares himself. Keith grinds his toes into the dirt.
“HEADS UP!” Lanceshouts and falls in front of Keith. He tosses an entire bag of flour into theair, obscuring everything for 10 meters. He can hear Sendak’s hacking cough. Hedoesn’t wait. His hand finds Keith’s wrist and he runs.
“What’reyou…?”
“Whatthe shit are you doing?!” Lance hisses. He pulls them through the bustlingstreets and into a back alley. He hops on top of a ledge and leans down to pullKeith after him, but Keith has already hoisted himself up. Lance leads themonto the roofs of the warehouses and flour mills.
“Ihad that guy!” Keith shouts. By now his scarf has come undone and his hoodflies behind him.
“Youdid not! There was no way you were getting out of there alive.” Lance huffs. Hehops between the crumbling roofs of the slums and jumps back on to theground. The late afternoon sun isn’t able to reach these claustrophobicalleyways and ramshack shelters. It takes a moment for Keith’s eyes toadjust.
“Look,you seem nice. I appreciate what you did for the street kids. Most people justtell them to get lost or treat them like dirt.” Lance pants. “But I think youhave a bit of a hero complex, and around here…” He swallows. “That’ll getyou killed.”
“Didn’tstop you.” Keith states. Lance stops in his tracks and blinks.
“Youthrew yourself in front of that guard several times. He even hit you and youjust came back.” Keith smirks. Lance is frozen. His mouth opens and closeswordlessly. Then he shakes his head and lightly laughs.
“Inever said I was smart.” He grabs Keith’s hand. It feels warm andcalloused.
“C’mon. You can stay with me until they give up tryingto find us.”
Keith’ssmile is fond.
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