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my way to you:

of dreams and moonlight / jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // est relationship // best friends to lovers <3 // fluff // slice of life // theyre too fucking in love its sickening // wedding talks

➝ warning: curses, so much fluff it's disgusting, kissing, they love each other so much im just projecting bc i want this!!!! D:

➝ word count: 8k~

A/N: happy new year! a little something from me to any of you who might remember this couple <3 i miss them and i love them sm. tell me if you enjoy this?

my way to you masterlist

[✾✾✾]

You and Wonwoo don't want a big wedding.

Yes, you do want the extravagant, over the top wedding because you've always liked celebrations and you're not gonna miss out on the celebration between you and Wonwoo. But you don't want it to be a big one with a bazillion people you don’t even recognize: just an intimate one with your close friends and family.

Naturally, you can't always get what you want.

You also understand why both of your parents insist on having a big one. In a world where your prestige matters more than anything, a wedding between the youngest son of the Jeons and the only heir of the Yoons simply can’t be anything but more than perfect. The biggest, most perfect celebration of the century, if possible. It needs to be something that the word ‘grandeur’ can’t even comprehend because it’s out of its league.

So you settle for a middle ground.

“Okay.” You say as your mother and Mrs. Jeon brief you on the wedding concepts they have come up with. You don’t even listen to half the things they said, because you know they would do better than you anyway. They wouldn’t pick anything not to your standard, and while some details you might not agree with, you believe the whole wedding would be perfect even without your input.

“Dear…” Your mom starts, hesitates a little because she doesn’t want you to think they’re pushing you into this. “We… We would like your opinion on this, you know? You’re a planner yourself, we'd understand if you have other thoughts regarding this.”

“Mom…” You bite back a sigh, not wanting her to think you're tired of her. The relationship between you and your parents are getting better ever since, and even though it's been almost two years since that incident, all three of you are still trying.

It's a long time coming, and while the relationship is better, it's still not what you'd call harmonious nor ideal.

It's okay though. You have your faults and they have theirs. It's not going to be easy to change the dynamics of your family, but you're glad all of you have recognized that some things need to be changed and the three of you have been putting in efforts albeit the sweet time you're all taking.

Understandable. It's never easy to change a habit and the way you treat people--even your own family.

“I simply think you and auntie will do a better job than I am.” You say in what you wish to be a gentle tone. You don't want to come off like you're complaining, but you can't be faulted for not being too enthusiastic because you know from the beginning that your wedding wouldn't be your dream wedding.

It's okay, though. You're not complaining–it's just a thought you keep to your own self and you really are grateful that your mom and Mrs. Jeon seem to be very excited about the whole thing. After all, you're an only child and Mrs. Jeon doesn't have another child's wedding she's going to be a part of.

When you and Wonwoo announced that you're engaged, the two women cried so much that your father, the man who barely blinked even during a car accident he found himself in, panicked.

It was quite funny, if you're being completely honest. But since then, you could tell that they both are more excited about the wedding ceremony than you are.

And while there's a small voice inside you that's still disappointed because you're not going to have your dream wedding, you're genuinely happy that the two women who will mostly be in charge of it are, well, very happy about it.

You can give them this.

“It's your celebration, too.” You give them a small, genuine smile. And even though they wince a bit at what you might be implying, you don't mean anything bad, so you correct yourself before they get the wrong idea. “I understand, Mom. We kind of have no choice but to make it big, and it's okay. I told you I've accepted it. We didn't tell you about our wish to make it small to guilt trip you and Auntie. It's just something me and Wonwoo have talked about but it's okay. It's really okay. Just consider it silly musings on our part?”

Your mom, ever since the whole missing accident, has gotten very soft, too.

Well, either that or you simply haven't spent enough time with her before to be aware of her emotional tendency.

“Oh my–why… why are you crying?!” You panic, looking at Mrs. Jeon who seems to know exactly why your mom is crying.

“It’s just…” She clears her throat and composes herself, softly apologizes for the sudden emotional burst. “When… did you grow this mature?”

Feeling awkward, you're not sure how to answer that. You're not the most talkative in front of your parents, and sentimental talks like this are the worst thing ever because, as much as you appreciate it, you never know how to respond to them.

Not that you ever had to until now.

She didn't become like this right after that incident, but once the wedding planning begins, you find yourself spending a lot of time with her (and Mrs. Jeon, of course, but you've always been more comfortable with her than your mom) and that's when she becomes more open with you.

“Uhh…” You turn to Mrs. Jeon in desperation, asking for her help with your eyes. She simply smiles though and mouths you not to worry.

The wedding discussion continues for a little after that, but after you convince them that you're really giving them full control and they can proceed with anything while you'll simply join the discussion from time to time and for the final decisions, they know that there's no use trying to change your mind.

At least you're not completely abandoning the discussion, simply prefer to not be included in it intensely.

You go home (read: Wonwoo's penthouse) after that, and it's thirty minutes later that Wonwoo also returns, finding you unmoving on the couch, seemingly deep in your thoughts.

“Hey, princess.” He greets you, which you return with both of your arms extending towards him. He chuckles and happily pulls you into a hug, maneuvers the both of you so you're sitting on his lap and you just melt into his chest. “Long day?”

“Met Mom and Auntie for the wedding prep discussion.”

Wonwoo actually laughs, and you pout at him and pretend to get away only for him to tighten his arms around you.

“Did they give you a hard time?”

“Just… I don't know.”

He hums as he takes in your face; you don't look like you're annoyed, just a little tired and somewhat disoriented. You're probably still deep in your head and need more time before you're able to tell him.

“I'll wash up, then dinner, and we can talk about it later?”

You look up and stare at him for a few seconds, gathering your thoughts before you nod and peck his lips.

“You know me too well.” You kiss his cheek after that. “I'll order some Thai food?”

“Anything you want, my princess.” He teases you and avoids your punch just in time because he knows you and your violence tendency when it comes to that particular pet name paired with a certain tone of his.

An hour and a dinner later, you found yourself cuddled up on Wonwoo's bed–at this point your bed because you rarely go back to your place anyway and you've basically moved in with him the moment you got together–his fingers playing with your hair as you try to look for something on YouTube as a background noise to play on his TV.

You take your time, which Wonwoo doesn't complain about. He never does. He knows you too much to complain about anything that you do at this point, not that he has much to complain about to begin with. God, he’s too whipped it doesn’t make sense.

“I told Mom that I don't want to get too involved in the wedding prep.”

“Yeah?” He nudges you to continue, already aware of how you feel about the wedding preparation talks. “And what did she say about that?”

“She's not too happy, I reckon. But not in an angry way; I guess she and Auntie want me to be fully involved. But…”

“You're not enthusiastic because it's not gonna be your dream wedding anyway?”

“Yeah.” You sigh, in which Wonwoo can easily detect the guilt. “But Iike… I'm really grateful for them, Won. I really am. They seem happier and much more excited than I am planning the wedding, so I thought: why not just let them plan the whole thing? Plus it's not going to be easy to pretend to be invested in it all the time. I know I'm going to sound so spoiled and ungrateful but… I just want to get married to you surrounded by people who matter, you know?”

Wonwoo holds back a grin, still finding the idea of the two of you actually getting married to be surreal. He literally proposed to you again even if you've already proposed under the privacy of your hotel room because you deserve it. Obviously, you say yes. And yet, when anyone mentions your wedding and marriage, Wonwoo still can't believe it and he's very giddy inside.

“I know, love.” He caresses your hair and rests his cheek on top of your head. He presses his lip together as the gears in his mind turn, thinking if there's anything he could do to help. “You're right about them being excited, though. Dad says it's the only thing Mom talks about now.”

“Right?” Your smile is genuine, that much he can obviously tell. “That's why I thought I'd just let them do the whole thing. It's going to be their last chance to do it, anyway. After me and you, they probably won't be able to do this anymore.”

Wonwoo hums, but you're seemingly not done yet.

“Unless we divorce and you decide to remarry, I guess.”

“What the fuck?” He curses out of shock, not expecting those words to come out of you, and you laugh heartily at how scandalized he looks. “Why would you say something like that?”

You can't stop giggling, because Wonwoo rarely curses and when he does it's usually out of frustration that's been piling up. It sounds so childish to laugh over something like this, but you just can't seem to stop laughing despite the mock offense on his face.

Wonwoo pushes your cheeks together with his palms, making your lips purse like a duck, as he narrows his eyes at you.

“You do not speak like that, okay?” He reminds you seriously. “Don’t even joke about breaking up with me. You’re stuck with me, marriage or not.”

You scrunch your nose, and after struggling for a while, Wonwoo finally releases you and you grin at him as your arms wrap around his neck.

“You talk like it’s a bad thing.” You whisper shyly with a kiss to his cheek. “It would be my pleasure to be stuck with you.”

“Good.” He states shamelessly and it’s his turn to drop a kiss on top of your head. He’s getting brazen like that when it’s the two of you, which is a good thing because he’s now much more open to expressing himself instead of holding in whatever he’s feeling–good or bad.

Being with Wonwoo romantically for almost two years now, you find that there is still stuff that you don’t know about each other; that you still have a lot to learn and you’re happy to learn every single thing about him. You bicker quite often, because you’re the type to bring things to the surface as soon as possible while Wonwoo tends to bury them first and only uncover them later when it becomes a problem.

You’ve both learned how to take a middle ground for each other.

“Tell me about your dream wedding, then.” He says as you lay together, ready for bed. “I don’t think I’ve heard you talk about it after Jinyoung’s wedding.”

“You really want to listen to me talk about this?” Skepticism fills your voice and you look up only to see him shrug.

“Amuse me. I want to know what kind of wedding you actually want.”

You ponder for a bit, not actually having a detailed image of how you want it to be. During Jinyoung’s wedding preparation, you have a lot of opinions on what to do and what not to do based on his ceremony, but, funnily enough, you’ve never really thought about what your wedding would look like.

Having been the project manager for Yoon Holdings’ functions for years and now arranging Daisy Studio’s events and projects, you’re used to listening to what the other party wants and bringing them to life.

But to have what you want brought to life…?

“Do you not actually know?”

“It’s not that.” You whine and sit straight. “I just don’t know exactly the details of what I want.”

Wonwoo laughs at this, and he hugs you back into his arms before he lets you go to follow your posture. “It doesn’t have to be detailed, love. Just tell me what you have in mind right now?”

It’s then that you realize you’ve never talked about this with Wonwoo. Yes, you’ve mentioned some of your preferences during Jinyoung’s wedding preparation, but to actually talk about your dream wedding…? On top of you not having a real idea about what you want it to be, it just doesn’t occur to you to talk about it to him.

“Well, I want it to be an intimate one. Just our… main family? Maybe close cousins. And then Chaeyoung, of course. Soonyoung, obviously. Jennie will probably come, I don’t mind her being invited.”

“And that’s it?”

“Don’t tease me.” You glare at him. “I know I don’t have a lot of friends. You’re one of them.”

“Wow. Getting friendzoned, aren’t I?”

You look at him in warning once again, and he knows to drop it and he ushers you to return to his arms with a laugh. And when you settle on his shoulder, he tells you to continue which you find a hard time answering.

“I want the theme to be… celestial. I don’t know. I’ve always liked the stars and the moons, you know that, right? I definitely don’t want it to be an outdoor wedding. Hmmm…”

“Tell you what,” he cuts your musing. “Tell me everytime it comes up in your head?”

“Everytime?”

“Everytime.”

You grin at him playfully, settling inside the blanket to ready yourself for bed now that you don’t have to talk about your dream wedding anymore. You were actually excited to talk about it with Wonwoo of all people, and you were a little afraid if you don’t talk about it now, the topic wouldn’t come up again and you’d miss an opportunity to talk about it with him.

“Don’t complain once I do that everytime, mister.” You playfully wiggle your finger at him.

“I will never.” He smiles, and your heart melts once again and you didn’t even know it was still possible for you to fall for his smile when you see it everyday. “Now go to bed and have a good night, okay?”

“Alright. Night, Won.”

You dream of a wedding beneath the moonlight with no one but you and him.

[✾✾✾]

[sent a picture]

Soooo pretty right? But it- still a little outdoory for me

Won🤍: How is it not gonna be outdoor-y if it's a glass house, princess?

Shut up

You told me to tell you everytime!!!

I didnt do this so u would get smart w me😠

Won🤍: Alright, alright. Sorry.

Won🤍: So which part of it did you like?

All the flowers and the glass ceiling 🥹

Just look at them ugh

[✾✾✾]

“Hey. Sorry, I was in a meeting.” Wonwoo calls you back immediately after he got back to his office, noticing a miss call from you and a text with a single picture attached with no other message. “Anything happened?”

“Ooh, the one with SVT Inc.?” You recall him telling you last night. “How did it go?”

“It went better than I expected. I'll tell you at home. What's up?”

You hum from the other side of the call before answering. “Umm. I was trying this new fine dining with Chaeyoung and their table decorations are to die for. Like. For real.”

“Yeah?” Wonwoo smiles, already knowing where this is going. “Tell me about it.”

The both of you know Wonwoo is bad when it comes to design; that you could be explaining things in the easiest way possible for people to imagine and Wonwoo would still not get it unless you show him a picture, which you did. Still, he doesn't actually have the eyes for them and he couldn't really tell what matches with what and what do you exactly mean by “the colors seamlessly blending with each other”.

But you like talking to Wonwoo and Wonwoo likes listening to you, so the conversation goes.

“Anyway, I just wanna say how pretty it was.” You conclude almost sheepishly. “But you told me to tell you everytime!!”

“I did.” He laughs through the phone, his posture relaxes more and more the longer he talks to you. It's almost like the tension from the day all dissipating into thin air just through your presence. “And I'm not complaining, am I?”

“Alright. See you at home?”

“See you at home.”

[✾✾✾]

“Oh my… look at that.” You sit up, a little in awe at the scene in front of you. You and Wonwoo are watching a movie together, some random movie on Netflix that you don't even remember the title of. But a wedding scene is playing out and you can't help but gasp at the beauty of it all. It's not entirely possible for an actual event to look like that, it's not practical and it's really just pretty.

Wonwoo hums and proceeds to do the same thing he always does, asks about which part you prefer from this wedding scene and listens to you talk about the technicality of it all and the details that you loved on the scene in front of you.

He never cuts you off as you talk about everything at once, and only comments once you pause or when you ask for his opinion. You don't mind this, because you know his silence doesn't mean he's not paying attention.

“Huh.” You suddenly stop mid sentence and turn to Wonwoo with furrowed brows, and he tilts his head in confusion. “What's your dream wedding?”

Wonwoo blinks, never expecting this question. He ponders for a few seconds as you wait patiently, now leaning on the sofa and never taking your eyes off him.

Your eyes are full of anticipation as he finally looks up and smiles at you, his arm moves from his lap to your shoulder and pulls you close to plant a quick kiss on your lips.

“With you as the bride.”

You’ve never cried faster in your life before.

[✾✾✾]

The wedding is in three months and, decoration wise, everything is almost settled.

“What do you think about this?”

“Hmmh. I like them. But would you mind changing the shade of the tablecloths to a slightly darker one? It would fit better with the overall ambiance of the hall decorations.”

“Of course!” Your mom happily agrees, her assistant taking notes of everything next to her. Mrs. Jeon agrees too, and you think they are just content with the fact that you have an opinion you don't mind sharing. It's always like this everytime you open your mouth and ask if it's okay to change some things, they would just agree without much fight and proceed with your opinions.

You think it's probably their way of compensating, still feeling bad for not being able to give you your dream wedding even though they've toned down on the apologetic look, which you greatly appreciate. On the contrary, they look more energetic these days, which you might guess has to do with the fact that the wedding is so close by at this point.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask once the discussion ends, your mom's assistant already back to her office.

“We want to try this new tea shop in Gangnam, actually. Want to join us?”

“Oh, the one Mrs. Song has just opened?”

“Yeah. She's been asking me to go but I didn't have the time. So I thought I'd just go with Mrs. Jeon here.”

“I see. Do you have time for dinner with me and Wonwoo after that?”

“Of course!” Your mom says a little too quickly, in which you share a look with Mrs. Jeon and laugh at her embarrassed expression. It's then that you realize you've never really invited her to meals and have only shared meals together when it's a formal occasion or when you're over at the family house.

It's sad, if you really think about it. But you've decided not to dwell on your past relationship with your parents anymore. It won't do you any good, and now that you know what to do, that's more than enough.

“Give me or Wonwoo a call when you're done?”

“Sure thing, dear. We'll see you at dinner?”

“Do invite Father & Uncle if they're available, we don't mind.”

Your mom looks like she's about to cry at this point, another thing you still have no idea how to react to. Though you awkwardly smile at Mrs. Jeon and quietly ask for help with your eyes yet again. And as always, she comes to the rescue, taking your mom by the arm and tells you goodbye before she actually cries.

It's hours later that you see her and Mrs. Jeon again in a Japanese restaurant, a craving you've been having since last week. You and Wonwoo arrive first, your mothers not long after.

“Feels like I haven't seen you in so long, son.” His mom greets him as she sits down on the seat opposite of her son. “Drop by the house soon?”

“It’s been busy, sorry. But I’ll make sure to drop by, Mom.” He nods to your mom in greeting, then asks them about what they were doing prior and if they had fun.

“Yeah, how was the tea shop?” You join in, dropping the menu on the table now that you've decided what to order.

“It was better than I expected.” Your mom starts. “You should go some time and try their scones. You like them, don't you?”

You actually do. And you think that's the first time your mom ever says something like this to you and gets it right. A lot of firsts today, but you're accepting them with open arms and refuse to think about them too much.

“I will, mom.” You smile. “Father and Mr. Jeon couldn't make it?”

Your mom nods with a sorry smile, and you shrug before you tell them not to worry about it. After you order, the wedding talk starts once again, this time about the cake and menu, as you wait for the food to come.

As usual, Wonwoo listens and doesn't talk much, because he's gotten a lot of updates from you already and has pretty much told you about his preferences if any.

“You'll both be present for the cake tasting next week, right?”

“Yes, Mom, don't worry. I'll actually be there for once.” He grins cheekily. “We actually invited you for dinner because of that: to thank you for taking care of our wedding. It must’ve taken a lot of your time and energy.”

“Yes, I’m sorry we couldn’t really participate more and if you feel like we’re making you do everything, but we’re really thankful you’re doing all of this.” You add.

“Nonsense. We’re happy to do it for you guys. Don’t be sorry, alright? We’re the ones who are sorry we couldn’t make it your dream wedding but–”

You whine, something that your mom hasn’t really seen a lot of, and she smiles to herself at that, a reminder of how you used to be as a kid and the times she missed as you grow up.

“Stop it, Mom. I told you it’s okay. I’m already beyond grateful that you’re doing all the wedding prep, asking for my dream wedding is just too much. Please, stop feeling guilty. I'm not that spoiled, I promise you.”

Knowing you’d rather change the topic, Mrs. Jeon turns to her son. “You should've stopped by every now and then, too. Why would you make your fiancée do everything?”

“She knows what I like, Mom.” He nudges you softly, to which both mom laughs. “She knows what I want for our wedding.”

With you as the bride.

The words ring once again in your head, and you bite your lip to contain the stupid smile threatening to bloom. How can he still make your heart flutter like never before after all this time? You look down to your phone to hide your smile, pretending to answer messages you don’t really care about.

“By the way, about what you asked for yesterday…”

Wonwoo looks at both women wide-eyed and shakes his head just enough time for you not to notice.

“Huh? You asked Auntie for something?” You try to rejoin the conversation, putting your phone back into your purse.

“Yeah. Remember that meat pie Mom used to make when we were in university? I was just craving for them.” He makes up something on the spot, which his mom nods at, adding that she's making sure if it's okay to make them next week.

“Ooooh! Yeah I remember them! Gosh, now that you say it, it's been long since we had them, huh? Why didn't you tell me you asked Auntie for some?”

“Must've passed my mind.” He smiles sheepishly, glancing at the women across him sharing a quiet laugh. Just in time, the beverage you order comes in and the topic stops there and moves to another thing.

Blissfully unaware, you miss the knowing glances shared between the three parties of the table, too busy raving on the pretty cocktails they're serving you.

[✾✾✾]

“Do you want to come to my wedding dress fitting?” You ask one night in the middle of your skin care routine, Wonwoo scrolling on his phone on his bed.

“Isn't that a thing? Not to let the groom see their bride on the wedding dress?”

A sudden silence blankets the room, and you two stare at each other like some kind of realization hits at the same time. That you’re really getting married to each other.

That you’re his bride and he’s your groom.

Wonwoo jumps in panic when he sees you tear up, but you cover your face in embarrassment and tell him to go away instead. Wonwoo laughs as he relaxes, though he engulfs you in a hug despite your whine. Your arms hug him back though, and you tighten your arms like he’d let go.

“We’re really getting married, huh?” He whispers against your head, to which you nod and sniffle at, still trying to calm yourself down. “I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah. We’re really getting married, aren’t we?”

“Getting cold feet?” He asks jokingly, but your answer is short and firm, making his heart beats louder than he thinks possible.

“Never.”

You stay like that for a bit, until it occurs to you that Wonwoo hasn’t replied to your question so you ask him again.

“I’ll pass.” He decides, wanting to spare himself the heart attack he would get seeing you in a wedding dress. There’s a chance he would faint anyway, but he’d rather not have several fainting episodes before the wedding. “You can send me pictures if you want? Or I don’t mind being surprised too, whatever you feel like at the time, okay?”

“Hmmmkay. I’ll see when it happens then.”

“You’re going to do a fitting for the cocktail dress too, right? Did you say Jennie helped with the designs for that?”

“Yeah. Mr. Jang and Jennie collaborated for the cocktail dress, I think they made two or three even though I told them one would be enough. But, well, I can always use the cocktail dress for other functions so it’s okay.”

“You’re most excited about this, aren’t you?”

You nod happily, finally getting out of his hold to grin at him. Your eyes are twinkling like a child in a toyshop. “You know I love my dresses. Jennie showed me some of the final sketches before, and apparently they’re almost done, just need to make sure that my size hasn’t changed. But she wouldn’t let me see the dresses because she wants me to just see it with my own eyes.”

His phone pings, which cues him to let go of you to let you finish your skin care routine then checks his notifications, pressing his lips together to hide his smile.

Park Chaeyoung : One is enough right???

Park Chaeyoung : How can I convince her though?

Just discuss with Jennie and Mr. Jang. They probably knew which one would look best on her, too.

Also, you’re her closest friend. You would know, I’m sure.

Park Chaeyoung : I hate you😭😭😭

Park Chaeyoung : This is too much of a responsibility!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You know it’s for her, though.

Park Chaeyoung : I still hate you

Park Chaeyoung : Be thankful I know how much she loves you!!

Thanks.

By the way, the YSL bag that you said was out of stock in every store in the country is being delivered to your place. Mr. Lee is delivering it to you himself, so let him up.

Park Chaeyoung : Perhaps I like you a little

[✾✾✾]

Yoon Jeonghan : were all ready on my side

Joshua Hong : im abt 95% done!!!

Joshua Hong : so all shud be ok and finish on time

Thanks guys.

You've worked hard.

Would it be okay for me to go and check a day before?

Joshua Hong : sure!!!!

Yoon Jeonghan : just say when you go

Yoon Jeonghan : ill drag her smwhere so she wont get suspicious

[✾✾✾]

Kwon Soonyoung sent a picture

Kwon Soonyoung : this ok?

Great.

Send your sister my greetings.

[✾✾✾]

Kim Jennie : Oh. You're so going to die ;)

???????????????

[✾✾✾]

“Everyone's so busy these days…” You complain over lunch, eating take outs in Wonwoo's office after his meeting because you're craving for some katsu place nearby. “You're busy. Chaeng’s busy. Jeonghan's busy. Shua's busy. Even Soonyoung is busy. What are you all even up to?”

He tenses a little, then apologizes and says perhaps it's just that time of the year. The year is about to end, and even though it's still the middle of October, things are already picking up. Plus, with Young Master Jeon and Young Miss Yoon getting married by the end of November, Wonwoo’s company and Shua's studio are trying their best to wrap as many things as possible before you and Wonwoo leave for honeymoon.

“You know what this reminds me of?”

“What?” He indulges you.

“That time when everyone's busy and only Soonyoung was possible.” That feels like a long time ago now, something that you both can look back and laugh at even though it hurt before. “You were babysitting Jennie.”

“And you fainted because I took my eyes away from you for like three seconds.”

“Stop exaggerating.”

“And now you're all buddy buddy with her.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs and you join soon after, the rest of your meal flows in the blink of an eye. Time works in a funny way when you're with him, and you wonder if it'll change once you get officially married despite all the time you already spend with him.

“The wedding is already next month, isn't it?”

“I know, right? Felt like it was just yesterday I proposed to you.”

Wonwoo pauses, and you look at him in question as he stares at you in silence.

“Did you know I cried that night?”

“...what?”

“Yeah.” He smiles to himself, putting down his chopsticks and replays that night once again in his head. He doesn't think he'd ever forget the way you look and the way you ask him that question. He's pretty sure sometimes he still dreams of you asking that, over and over again like a broken player that he doesn't want to get fixed. “After you fell asleep. I cried for a bit in the bathroom just in case you woke up.”

It's weird what goes over you upon the confession. Wonwoo doesn't cry easily, and even though you've seen him cry three or four times before, you've never thought he'd ever cry because of you. Knowing that he has… You can't even think of teasing him for it, your heart filling with love beyond its size upon realizing someone out there really loves you to the point of crying because you ask them to spend forever with you.

“Thank you for telling me.” You say, surprising him. “You already know I cried when you proposed even though I knew it was happening.”

“I heard you cried when you're trying out your wedding dress?”

“Who betrayed me?”

Wonwoo laughs at this, but tells you he's not naming anyone and he's definitely not teasing you about it.

“I will probably be crying too when I finally see you in the wedding dress.” He says easily, making your heart skip yet another beat at how effortlessly he spews those words.

Fuck Jeon Wonwoo.

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There's a party you're attending tonight. Jennie said it's some kind of party that she's hosting to celebrate her last line of designs before her expected return to Ruby Corp.

She has told you to wear one of the cocktail dresses you tried the other day: the white one that stops right above your knees. You love every detail of it: from the subtle way silver stars and moons decorate the seam of the dress, to the lace that is just enough without making it look tacky.

It accentuates your body in all the right ways, but if you look at it long enough, it looks somewhat like a mini wedding dress, which is why you decided against wearing it to the after party because you don't want both your dresses to be white. You’re not sure if it’s really okay to wear it before your wedding considering how much it resembles one, but Chaeyoung’s insistence and Jennie’s confirmation convinces you because you actually love it the most out of the other dresses, which is why you're kind of excited when Jennie told you it’s really okay to wear that one.

She has told you to get your makeup done at the salon, too, because she's invited a lot of media and she tells you it's okay to do a more glamorous makeup than what you're used to. You still want a natural one, but Chaeyoung once again convinces you to do more and you give in because she looks way too excited for some reason.

Currently at the salon with her, you've decided to try one of the hairstyles you want for your wedding. It's something you still haven't decided, but your wedding is in two weeks, and you suppose it wouldn't hurt to try out some of the simple hairstyles you're considering.

Your hair is styled to beautiful curls, half of your hair is up in a bun that's sprinkled with star accessories, making it look like there are stars scattered on your bun. Chaeyoung takes a picture of it and shows you, to which you squeal at because it's simply too cute.

Despite how much you like how you look, you feel a little over the top. But Chaeyoung reminds you it's a fashion party so there would probably be people who dress way more excessively and you're completely fine.

“Wonwoo's not answering my texts at all. Wonder if he's okay…” you frown at your phone, your text from this morning left unread and unanswered.

Chaeyoung hums, not seemingly bothered by your concern.

“Maybe he's just busy. Your wedding is in two weeks and you're leaving for honeymoon almost immediately. He's probably making sure he won't be bothered during then.” Her answer is a little too perfect to the point where you might consider it scripted, but you're a little too concerned about Wonwoo to think about it and you quietly agree with her despite how you feel.

“I haven't been able to reach Han and Shua either…”

“Looking for me?” A familiar voice greets you and you wave at Joshua who's already dressed for the party. “Sorry, got classes all day.”

“‘Skay. Where's Han?”

“I think he's in a meeting with your father. Something about a merger?”

“Huh…” You frown, trying to remember if there's any talk about a merger that you've heard before. But, then again, you haven't been involved in the company for about two years now, you're not always updated and it might even be about some sub company that you don't know existed. “Makes sense. Why are you here?”

“Jeonghan will be late to the party so I thought I'll drive with you.” He grins. “I don't want to arrive there alone.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“Seungcheol.”

“Of course.” You should've known, really. Seungcheol never fails to report to Wonwoo, Jeonghan, or Shua everytime they ask your whereabouts. “Why are you dressed like that? It's a fashion party, dude.”

“Heh.” He shrugs, not minding the way you frown at his suit, definitely too formal for Jennie's party. “I got too busy and didn't have time to look for a fashionable outfit.”

“You still have time to change.” You try to convince him, not wanting him to embarrass himself there. “We'll probably be done in thirty minutes.”

It's then that Joshua takes a good look at you, looking at you from head to toe as his eyes water a little, which he blinks away quickly before you even notice.

“You're beautiful.” He says, startling you at the sudden honesty.

He's looking at you so softly that you're a little unsure how to respond to that, so you take the easy way and joke it away.

“Thanks. Wait until you see me at my wedding.”

This seems to make him smile even wider, and he carefully pats your head before telling you he'd wait around and he's too bothered to change so you don't have to worry.

Exactly thirty minutes later, you're on your way to the venue with Chaeyoung and Joshua. You're still trying to reach Wonwoo, but your call wouldn't go through and your text is still unanswered. You tried texting Chan, but he simply tells you his boss is busy and hasn't been able to check his phone, that he'll remind him to text you once he's able to.

That's enough to tame down your worry a little, and remembering you have a party to go to, you decide to let go of it and try to get in the mood. Good thing you have Chaeyoung and Joshua with you.

The three of you arrive in front of the building about forty minutes later, and you wonder why it's a little too quiet remembering how much of a fuss Jennie made it to be. But perhaps it's because you're still in the lobby; the party is on the top floor, after all.

Once you get to the very top level and you get off the elevator, it's still very much quiet, which makes you a little suspicious. But there's no reason for you to be suspicious of Jennie, so you ask instead if you're at the right place.

Just as they're about to answer, the lights go off and you jump at the pitch dark you suddenly find yourself in. You call for your companies and try to reach for them, but they're nowhere and you start to panic when something soft drapes over your eyes.

It's a blindfold, you register. A silk one by the feel of it, but that's not important because why are you blindfolded and you're trying to fight whoever's behind you.

“Trust me, okay?” Joshua’s comforting voice echoes against the empty corridor, and you relax a little as thousand different scenarios enter your mind. If there’s anyone you can trust, it’s Joshua, so when you feel his hand clasping yours and he leads you forward with Chaeyoung following close behind, you walk despite the way your heart is beating a million beats per second.

But when you hear the door open and close again, dark still engulfing you even after Joshua says you're allowed to take it off, what you find in front of your eyes once the light goes back on is beyond your imagination.

You see Wonwoo on the other side of the aisle, presumably smiling at you even though you can't really tell due to your vision getting blurry.

You take your time to look around the room, a glass ceiling displaying the night sky with the moon right above you, there are roughly only six tables in the beautiful room, decorated by your favorite flowers, your favorite color scheme, and every single thing you've mentioned to Wonwoo all that time. Somehow, even the stars are more visible than they have ever been.

“Princess?” You register your father's voice, his arm slightly open for you to take, and you don’t remember the last time his eyes stared at you with such gentleness. “Let's go. Wonwoo is waiting.”

You nod despite your unshed tears and your confusion, and as you walk down the short aisle and get to the end of it, you spare a few seconds to look at who's present. And upon realizing that they're all the people that are dear to you and Wonwoo, your eyes tear up once again at the realization of what's really happening.

“I told you I would do everything for you, right?” He whispers as you meet his eyes, trying his best to keep it together because, fuck, you look so beautiful it doesn't make sense. “I hope this is how you imagined your dream wedding to be.”

Before you can answer, the officiant, Yoon Jeonghan, cuts you off and proceeds to start the wedding ceremony. You can't even concentrate on anything, only focusing on Wonwoo and everything he's done for you.

Your brain is starting to put pieces together: the dress Jennie made you, the way your mothers seem less guilty, everyone being busy–how did he convince everyone to do this for you when they're all busy as hell?

Wonwoo starts his wedding vow, and you realize you'd have to do it too but you don't have anything prepared because you literally didn't know it was happening. You considered using the vow you're planning to use on your… well… wedding day, but you think that might not be fitting for this special day.

Your day.

“First of all. Thank you to all of you here who have scammed me and betrayed me by helping Wonwoo.” You pretend to glare at them, to which they all laugh to because despite your words, you look the happiest they've ever seen you be. You’re glowing, despite the tears that are threatening to fall and the way you’re trying your best to hold back a sob. “I… I'll save the lengthy vow for the wedding in two weeks and I'll make this quick. I've gathered that a lot of you probably helped Wonwoo in this, and I want to thank you for all the time and effort you've put into this–and even somehow hiding it from me to the point where it didn't even occur to me to be suspicious of any of you. I've always wanted my wedding to be a small one shared by the people who matter, like all of you here, and to know that everyone of you are involved somehow… thanks for making anyone who might surprise me in the future fall short to this. And to Wonwoo…”

You finally look at him in the eye, both your eyes tearing up as you share a moment between you two. You try to calm yourself down, and you grip his hands harder before you sob right then and there.

“Thank you for making my dream come true. You should know that as long as it's with you, it's my dream wedding already.”

Jeonghan takes the cue to announce you as husband and wife, and as your lips meet under the night sky, you could've sworn the moon has never looked so bright before tonight.

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✾BONUS✾

“You look so beautiful, dear.” Mrs. Jeon softly dabs her eyes with tissue to stop her tears from falling down.

“Thank you so much Aun–uh…” You pause mid sentence only now realizing she's no longer just Auntie for you. “Mom…?”

She cries when you call her that, and Mr. Jeon laughs at how dramatic his wife is being, though he officially welcomes you to the family as he tries to calm her down.

“Wonwoo made you both work overtime, huh?” You joke, but your mom shakes her head and mentions they volunteered for it when he brought up the idea. Your fingers, clasped around Wonwoo's, tighten, and his thumb caresses your knuckle as if reminding you to calm down. “Thank you so… so much. Wonwoo couldn't have done it without you guys.”

“I know. My son sucks at making events.” Mrs. Jeon adds, already calmed down. “But at least he has the head to think about this.”

“Alright, Mom. Thanks for your compliment.” He rolls his eyes in a joking manner, though he drops a kiss on her cheek and sincerely thanks your mom too for making the ceremony possible. “And thank you… uhh…”

You giggle at the same predicament Wonwoo finds himself in, but surprisingly it's your father who speaks up.

“You're our son, now. Call us Mom and Dad, Mother and Father, whichever you prefer.” He offers a small smile, which startles you because you did not expect this at all. You know he's happy you're getting married to the Jeons, but there's another kind of happiness in his eyes that you haven't seen in a really long time. “You've always taken care of our daughter, even when we're not able to. Continue to do it, alright? I'm glad she has you in her life.”

Wonwoo hides his smile and excuses the both of you to greet the other tables, and when you come to Shua, Jeonghan, Jinyoung, Jisoo, Jennie, Chaeyoung, and Soonyoung's table, you finally burst into tears even though you meant to pretend to be angry at them for deceiving you.

You blink repeatedly in hope your tears would vanish behind your eyes, but it's hard to do that when it's your father saying this. It's a confession you did not expect happening, but a part of you is relieved it did, and when your father pats your cheek and tells you not to cry, you nod despite the tears pooling in your eyes.

"Yes, Father. I'm glad I have her in my life, too."

Jinyoung and Jeonghan laugh, but the rest of the table panics and even the other tables are amused at your sudden emotional episode, nothing but adoration filling their eyes.

“How–how could you guys do this to me?!” You say between sobs, Wonwoo grinning sheepishly to anyone whose eyes he meets on apology even though he knows no one actually minds.

“How dare you guys not say a thing!”

“We made sure you look your best, though.” Chaeyoung squeaks, to which you glare at before you break away from Wonwoo and engulf her in a hug. Then Chaeyoung starts crying too, and soon so are Jennie and Jisoo, and even Lisa and a few members of the studio who you've gotten very close with start crying on their table.

“I love you so much.” She whispers as she hugs you tighter. “I'm happy you found each other even though you've known each other since forever.”

“I love you too.” You kiss her cheek, careful not to ruin her makeup and yours. “Thank you for making sure I look my best on my wedding that I wasn't aware was happening.”

You look up to the rest of the table, take turns to hug each and everyone of them because all of them are apparently in on it; Chaeyoung and Jisoo with the overall preparation, Jennie with the dress, Soonyoung with the catering, Jeonghan with the venue, and Joshua with the flowers.

“You don't deserve a hug because you didn't help but I will hug you because of Jisoo.” You narrow your eyes at Jinyoung.

“Hey! Who do you think helped your little husband here and convince him it's okay to do all this?” He teases you both and drops a quick kiss on your head.

Husband.

You look at Wonwoo, who seems to be stuck in the same word as you do. You share a look, and then smile at the same time and Wonwoo squeezes your hand until Jeonghan puts a stop to the serene moment and breaks it up.

“”Kay. That's enough. You both are too sappy. Let's move on to the first dance.” He shoos you both to the dance floor, and you laugh through your tears as Wonwoo takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor, right in the middle of the room beneath the night sky.

You look up once again, the moon exactly above you and him as you move together with the music. Your eyes are glassy the moment you find Wonwoo's which are also glassy, you don't try to hide your smile though, and you share that moment between you two, uncaring about the rest of the guests staring at you two.

Wonwoo leans down to kiss you square on the lips, and you press your lips back to his, the both of you smiling into the kiss.

“Hey, husband.” You whisper with a giggle, still shy with the title.

“Hey, wife.” He bumps his forehead into yours. “The moon is very beautiful tonight, isn't it?”

“Yeah.” You agree, your thumb caresses the apple of his cheek. “The moon is indeed very beautiful tonight."

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A/N: happy new year! idk if i'll be writing a lot this year but we'll see ig? i didnt think this would reach more than 5k lol. do talk to me if you enjoy this <3

#wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo fluff #khione.fics #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen fic #seventeen scenario #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #wonwoo au #wonwoo imagines

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sky-kiss · 3 months

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Modern AU

A/n: This is just for me. This is just a dumb little treat for me. Puttering in the modern au.

IF HAARLEP TAKES YOU HOME, THEY HAVE ULTERIOR MOTIVES

Raphael's condo is cold and clinically efficient, much like the man himself. It would be different, she thinks, at one of his country retreats—there, he could express himself more freely and indulge in lavish excess. There's a brutalist modernity to his home in the city, with hard edges and white-blue lighting. No color. No personal photos. Nothing incriminating.

It's also fucking cold temperature-wise. Not an issue with a cocktail of designer pills and booze in your system and the devil's sugar baby whispering sweet-nothings, but a real fucking problem the morning after. There's an insane part of her that wants to crawl back into bed with Haarlep. Write the evening off, call a truce, and just…sleep off the hangover. Maybe a sympathy lay for the road.

It's not in the cards; she's been gone too long already.

Father would start to worry.

Fuck.

Her clothes are gone. Her phone is gone—concerning. Again, filed away, future problem. For now… she's got what she came for— Haarlep's phone. Predictably locked, but it's nothing Enver wouldn't be able to crack.

"My—we're looking a touch worse for wear, aren't we?" Raphael asks. The cambion is waiting for her. In her current state, they couldn't contrast each other more strongly. She's a wreck. Raphael is perfect; his robe, slippers, and pajamas are the same beautifully rich maroon. He tips his head to the side, plucking the reading glasses from his nose. "Tell me, little heiress, what would your father think of this…display?" Raphael's gaze flicks from her face to her chest with no hint of interest. He tuts, holding his hand out for the phone. "Indecency and petty theft."

"It's mine."

"Curious." Raphael reaches into his robe's pocket. "Haarlep was good enough to bring me your phone hours ago." The devil smirks. "You're a heavier sleeper than I might have expected. Or shall we credit dear Haarlep with your exhaustion?"

Joi screws her eyes shut, sighing. She crosses to him, setting the phone on the counter. "Didn't expect the little shit to be so…prompt."

"Few do. Curious how often they're underestimated."

Joi motions to her phone. "I'll take that, thanks."

He chuckles. "My dear, do you believe you are in a position to make demands?"

"Not with how my morning's been going." She scrubs her hands through her hair. "Fuck—fine. What do you want, Raphael?"

"The pleasure of your company, nothing more." The devil shrugs out of his robe and holds it out for her to slip into. "Take a seat. We have much to discuss—to our mutual satisfaction, of course."

#bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #modern au #my writing #i dunno i had an URGE

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frozenlight-gvf · 9 months

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Strawberry Wine: Part 1

pairing: barn au: danny x fem!reader (enemies to lovers)

summary: you'd spent the whole summer tormenting the new barn hand, but things were finally reaching that inevitable tipping point where you two would either fall in love or fall apart... or both

word count: 4.5k

warnings (for this part): language, dirty talk, ~digital penetration~, something to do with a hayloft...?, praise/degradation all that good stuff (18+ MINORS DNI)

a/n: this one is dedicated to my youth spent riding horses, everyone who likes imagining danny in levi’s and a cowboy hat, and “strawberry wine” by deana carter

***

Even without the heaviness of the southern July sun and that infamous humidity, you would still be hot under the collar.

You seemed to always wear a scowl. Perhaps it was because the muscles of your face were permanently screwed-up in a sun-blinded squint, or it was because Daniel never let you win a single argument.

Susannah– your mother and owner of the Nightingale Ranch– had hired the man to help around the barn– feeding the horses and cleaning the stalls and that– but she also had a not-so-secret hope that maybe her only daughter would take a bit of a liking to him. You were always a lone wolf, howling at the moon and snarling at any human– specifically the male type– who got too close.

Daniel Wagner was only the latest victim of your bared teeth; you’d ruthlessly torn out the throats of three other barn hands in recent years, mercilessly tormenting them until they quit the job, citing “workplace tension” to Susannah as the reason for their seething resignations. But despite your constant raised hackles towards him, Daniel stayed. And he stayed with a shit-eating smile.

***

“Wagner, how many times do I have to tell you not to feed Chief until after the 4 o’clock lessons?” you scolded with a bite in your voice.

He flashed a teasing grin at you, carrying a saddle towards the tackroom.

“At least one more time.”

You stomped your boot on the packed-dirt floor of the stable, knuckles planted firmly on the waistband of your jeans. You knew tugging on the horse’s lead rope would be completely in vain, so rather, you focused your frustration at the man walking brazenly down the line of stalls.

“You know I need him for one of my riders, and he won’t do shit when he’s got food in front of him.”

“Come on, that spoiled little priss can ride any other horse here. She doesn’t always need to ride Chief. Put her on Tucker today.”

Scoffing, you marched after him, following him towards the dusty tackroom, the saddles and pads lining the walls making the entire room smell like leather and sweat.

“And who are you to tell me which horses to put my riders on? I’ve known these horses my whole life, and I’ve been teaching lessons for three years.”

Daniel grunted a bit as he lifted the saddle up to one of the higher slots, reaching his arms above his head then turning to you, catching your eyes flickering to the glimpse of torso you got as his shirt lifted.

“My bad. I forgot that you're just so far above me, heiress."

You bristled at his nickname. “I hate it when you call me that.”

“Exactly why I do it– heiress.”

Since your mother owned the barn and all the horses, you were the technical “heiress” of all of it, just as your mother was. But Daniel always made it sound like you were some rich princess, rather than the granddaughter of an honest man who built that barn and raised all the horses.

You grabbed a saddle from the rack, begrudgingly heading towards Tucker’s stall and tacking up the flea-bitten grey stallion. You would never admit that he was a perfect fit for your rider in the absence of Chief.

After the lesson, the little girl dismounted Tucker, going on and on how she wanted to ride him every week rather than Chief. There was no way in hell you could ever let Daniel know.

You led Tucker back down from the lesson ring to the stable, both of you covered in sweat and desperate for a cool breeze. Once his tack was off, you patted his soaked side, feeling his huge lungs expanding and contracting rapidly, panting.

“I know, me too. Hotter than hell out there today. Let’s get you a bath, huh?”

The sun was setting over the barn, so you decided to take Tucker out back to the pasture to cool him off, rather than using the hose right outside the barn. The grass was soft and green, and the cicadas were starting to sing. You looked to your left to see Daniel hunched over the broken fence, placing a fresh plank of wood and nailing it in. The incessant noise of the hammer was spoiling what would have been an otherwise peaceful moment.

“Do you mind?” you called over to him. Daniel looked up in the direction of your voice, and a smile dissolved the concentration etched in his face. You could have sworn for a moment that he was happy to see you.

“Susannah said I have to get this done before I leave today. So… no. I don’t mind.”

You rolled your eyes and led Tucker towards the water pump, feeling the heavy softness of his hoofbeats resounding in the ground under your feet. Trying to focus on the sunset and the rousing song of cicadas rather than the pounding of Daniel’s hammer, you cranked the handle of the pump a few times, waiting for water to come out of the hose you had attached to it.

After a few more cranks and crouching down on your knees to see what the matter was, you were about to give up on the old thing and go back to the barn to give Tucker his bath, until water exploded from the pump, sending the hose flying off and soaking you to the skin. You shouted a curse and tumbled backward in surprise, landing in the grass.

Daniel’s loud cackles from across the pasture were not welcome.

And of course you had decided to wear a white t-shirt today.

“Did Tuck get any of that water or no?”

You growled in frustration, reattaching the hose to the pump and finally getting some water to come out. You grabbed the hose tightly, wishing it was Daniel’s neck.

“Do you wanna come do this? Considering bathing the horses is part of your job description?” You shouted as you shook the hose, coaxing the low-pressured water out from it. Your wet shirt was sticking to your skin, making the nagging heat of the day even more insufferable.

Daniel took the nail he was holding between his teeth and dropped it in his toolbox, closing it up. He gave the fence one last look-over before sauntering over to you. You tried to hide behind the horse to cover yourself; now that your shirt was practically see-through, your black bra was prominently making its presence known.

“Go home, Daniel.”

He didn’t stop walking towards you.

“But I thought you wanted me to bathe Tuck?”

He was close enough now that you had to physically angle your body away from his eager eyes. You watched as his gaze shifted from your chest to your face and back again.

“Black, huh? I always pictured you in pink,” he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Your eyes shot open wide at his baiting tease, and words came flying out of your mouth.

“You shouldn’t be picturing me in anything!”

Daniel cocked his head, his smirk widening and a laugh bubbled from his chest.

“Alright then. I won’t.”

Your jaw dropped, then you clenched it up tight, hating the fact that a blush was rising to your cheeks. Maybe you could blame it on your anger. Or the summer heat. But the idea of Daniel imagining you naked made your whole face burn pink.

“I said, go home.” Your voice was quieter now, but there was still an unmistakable venom to it.

Daniel chuckled and shook his head, putting his toolbox down in the grass and extending his hand for the hose.

“Come on, give it to me. I’m the barn boy, so I’m the one who has to keep the heiress’ perfect hands from getting all dirty.”

You kept a tight clutch on the hose, skimming the water from Tucker’s coat with your other hand. At this point, you thought your teeth might crack. Daniel moved closer to you, keeping his hand outstretched.

“Y/N, come on, let me have it.”

“No. I know what you’re trying to do. If you get the hose, you’re gonna bathe everything but the horse. And I’d rather not get any more wet than I already am.”

You heard Daniel snicker a bit, and you instantly regretted your choice of words.

“You’re fucking impossible, Wagner,” you grumbled.

He grinned, moving even closer. Leaning down, his voice was low and taunting, almost whispering in your ear.

“But you like me anyways.”

Immediately, you turned the hose on him, relishing in the brief look of surprise in his eyes as he instinctively raised his hands to cover his face. You didn’t let up, bending down to crank the handle of the pump to produce even more water for your attack.

A devilish grin crossed your face as you watched Daniel try and back away, but it was too late. His shirt was already drenched and clinging to the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen underneath.

Before you knew it, Daniel was upon you and wrestling the hose from your grip. You yelped as you felt the water soak your hair and pour into your eyes.

“Daniel!” you shouted, trying to push him away, but one of his strong arms was wrapped tightly around you, keeping you held fast as he laughed and let the remainder of the water drain from the hose.

Sputtering, you wrenched yourself out of Daniel’s arms, stumbling slightly, trying to keep a grip on Tucker’s rope.

“Fucking dick!” you shouted, sweat and sunscreen stinging your eyes.

Daniel just shrugged and smiled, wiping his wet curls from his face.

“Oh, so you can dish it out, but you can't take it?”

“I swear to God, Wagner, I’m going to get you fired.”

He dropped the dripping hose into the grass, taking the horse’s rope from your hand as you kept trying to get your eyes to open without them burning.

“Susannah loves me. There’s no way in hell she’d fire me.”

“Then quit,” you growled, starting to make your way through the pasture, back towards the barn.

Daniel chuckled, following close behind you and leading the horse with him.

“Aw, but if I quit, that means you’d never get to tease me again. And that’s your favorite thing in the world.”

“My favorite thing in the world is watching you leave the barn at the end of every day so I don’t have to be around you anymore,” you shot back.

“You watch me leave every day? Someone’s obsessed,” he teased in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your fists and continued your trudge back to the barn, not turning around or responding to Daniel. When you got back, the sun had fully set, and your mother was standing at the back entrance of the barn, watching as two soaking wet figures and a horse approached. You heard her mutter something like “I don’t even want to ask” before turning and heading up towards your house, which was a short walk from the barn.

The lights inside the barn were warm and cozy, the heat of the day still lingering. Your body was still simmering with anger as you squeezed out your hair. You turned to take Tucker’s rope from Daniel, but he didn't let go.

“I’ll put him away.” His voice was surprisingly soft, and he was wearing a warm smile as opposed to his usual roguish grin. You stared up at him, in a bit of shock– and hating how the sight of him looking down at you made your heart flutter.

“No–”

“Do you not trust me to put the horse back?”

“I don’t trust you being in the barn alone.”

“What do you think I’m gonna do? Set all the horses loose?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“Come on, heiress, I love these horses just as much as you do.”

You scoffed and opened your mouth to speak, but Daniel cut you off with a wave of his hand as he started walking Tucker back towards his stall.

“I know, I know, ‘I grew up with these horses,’ ‘I know them better than anyone,’ blah, blah, blah. Ok, I love these horses just a little bit less than you. Better? Are you gonna correct me on that, too?”

You cocked your head proudly, biting back a smirk.

“No.”

“Alright then.” Danny removed Tucker’s lead rope and hung it up on the nail outside his stall, turning the lock on the gate. He turned to you, giving you a dramatic bow. “Am I dismissed, heiress?”

Without a word, you turned to leave, but you felt a firm grip on your wrist. Danny pulled you back to face him, suddenly very close to you. You could feel the heat of his muscular body radiating off of him, making you flush even hotter. Your breath hitched in your throat. Once again, his eyes flickered down from your face, catching on the areas of your body that your soaked white shirt revealed. His voice was low and smooth, sending goosebumps up and down your skin.

“Am I dismissed?”

You looked back and forth between his dark eyes, swallowing hard. Daniel smirked at your apparent speechlessness.

“Well, heiress?”

“Don’t call me that,” you said, but your voice had lost all its usual force. Daniel’s closeness and the heat of his eyes was like anti-venom, sucking out all your bite and resentment. His hand travelled slowly from your wrist up your arm.

You backed away, shuddering slightly.

“Go home," you said, your voice sharp and trembling.

Daniel stood back up to his full height, rolling his shoulders back.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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You didn’t speak to Daniel at all the next day, practically shivering with unresolved tension. He knew something was up when you didn’t say a single word to him when he once again fed Chief before 4 o’clock; instead, you headed straight to Tucker’s stall without so much as a glance in his direction. He watched you with an eager smile quickly fading from his face as he realized you weren’t going to engage.

After you finished your last lesson of the day, you decided to retrieve your favorite horse– a beautiful dapple grey mare called Guinevere– from her stall for a sunset trail ride. The trail wound through the thick woods that stood behind the barn, just beyond the pasture. There was a lusciously cool breeze blowing, like the Earth was sighing at the end of a long day. You sighed with it, unable to shake Daniel from your mind.

You plodded along the trail on the back of Guinevere, enjoying the feeling of her slow, steady movements beneath you, unimpeded by a saddle. Riding bareback was your favorite way to unwind; you let your mind drift away, lulled by the warmth of your horse and her dependable gait.

A flash of a wispy black shadow flickered through the trees. The burning gold of the setting sun almost made it look like smoke from a fire before you realized it was the tail of Ares.

“Hello?” you called through the woods, wondering if someone else was there, or if Ares had broken the lock on his stall with a kick of his powerful hooves and escaped. It wouldn't be the first time.

“Y/N?”

Of course. Ares was Daniel’s favorite horse in the barn.

Daniel came trotting around a bend in the trail, saddled up on the tall black horse. He held the leather reins in one hand, forgoing a helmet for his weathered Stetson. You internally scolded him for his blatant disregard for personal safety, but you couldn’t help but think that he almost looked like something off the cover of a Western romance novel, with the golden light shining through his dark curls and illuminating his tanned skin. And him taking a liking to the most notoriously difficult horse in the barn made it even more cliche.

“You shouldn’t be out on the trails. Don’t you have work to do?”

Daniel shrugged and urged his horse closer to you. “I finished everything before 3 o’clock. You know, I do my job a lot better when you’re not constantly torturing me all day.” Something in his voice almost sounded regretful-- like he missed your taunts. But he hid it well behind that damned charming smile.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you nudged Guinevere’s mane to turn her around, starting to head back towards the barn. The trail ride wasn’t worth it if it meant having to be out there with Daniel.

He noticed your wordless retreat. Surrendering wasn't like you. “Relax, heiress, I’m done out here. I was just taking Ares back and then heading home for the day.”

You turned Guinevere back around, facing Daniel once more. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving you a look of concern.

“What’s wrong?”

You shrugged, urging Guinevere forwards, passing Ares. “Nothing,” you muttered. You were glad to leave Daniel behind you, so you didn’t have to try and hide the utter longing in your eyes anymore. Ever since last night, you yearned to be close to him again. But the very fabric of your being wouldn’t allow that.

“I’ll stay at the barn until you get back. In case you need anything.”

“I’m fine,” you called back to him, already disappearing through the trees. "See you tomorrow.”

There was nothing but silence behind you, until you finally heard Ares’ heavy hoofsteps grinding on the gravel at the trailhead. You let out a deep breath.

You tried to enjoy your ride, but not even Guinevere’s gentle presence could calm you. She could sense that you were uneasy, her head on a constant pendulum swing as she looked around the darkening woods for any sign of danger. But she didn’t know that the danger was only in your mind– the irrevocable, perilous danger of falling for a boy.

Guinevere carried you back up to the barn, and you were surprised to see that the lights were still on. Usually when you came back from your late trail rides, the barn was dark and empty, the only sounds being the sorts and sighs of the horses. You assumed your mother was sitting in the small makeshift "office," perhaps finishing up some work.

You got Guinevere all cozy in her stall, giving her some loving pets and a kiss on her nose. But before you could close the gate, you noticed that her bucket of food was emptier than usual. You decided to head towards the back of the barn and climbed the ladder to the hayloft, where you kept a stash of treats specifically for Guinevere. A burlap bag of apples was your goal, but your mind instantly shifted when you saw a figure sat up against the hay bales.

Your heart shot to your throat and you almost fell back off the ladder in fright, but the figure reached out from the shadows to grab your wrist.

“Daniel! What the hell are you still doing here?” you whisper-shouted as he pulled you from the ladder up into the dark loft. The barn lights didn’t exactly reach that area, but you could still see his flickering smile, like a candle in the night.

“I told you I’d wait here if you needed anything,” he said, settling himself back against a hay bale, one leg kicked out.

You shook your head, sighing, trying to get your breathing to slow. “In the hayloft?”

“Where better?” He said, outstretching his arms, looking around at the space, then locking his eyes on you.

The entire reason for your being up there was forgotten. “Seriously, why are you up here?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I like it up here. It’s quiet. And I get a good view of the stable. Figured I’d get some payback and watch you go home this time rather than the other way around.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, that familiar frustration you felt towards him starting to simmer. “I told you to leave an hour ago, Wagner. You know I don't trust you to be in the barn alone.”

“Why are you always trying to get rid of me?” he asked with a stupid grin.

“Because I hate you.” You spoke bluntly, with the intention to hurt him. Anger was curling off your skin like smoke. But your words bounced off of him– he saw right through you and locked onto the desire bubbling just under your surface.

“You don’t hate me. You hate the way I make you feel.”

“Oh, yeah? And how do you think you make me feel? Other than angry?” Your voice was louder than it probably should have been.

“Turned on,” he answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re full of shit, Wagner.” You snarled, ready to rip him to shreds.

“But I’m right, aren’t I?” he said, standing up. “I turn you on. I get you all bothered, and if my assumptions are correct, I’m the first person that’s ever made you feel this way.”

You chuckled bitterly: an attempt to bring him down a peg, as well as to mask the sensations stirring within you. “You’re definitely not the first.”

Daniel cocked his head, and you instantly realized your mistake. You just admitted that he turns you on. You exclaimed, stomping your feet and clenching your fists. You were seconds away from digging your claws into him.

“That’s not what I meant–!”

You bumped into a stack of hay bales behind you. You hadn’t even realized you were backing up. Daniel was stalking towards you, his eyes intense.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know exactly what you meant.”

Before you could say another word, Daniel moved as close to you as he was last night, his breath fanning across your face. One of his hands grabbed the side of your face, holding you fast. You were about to protest, and Daniel could sense it, so he leaned his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

His lips were almost touching yours, his eyes fluttering as his breath grew heavier. His closeness almost felt like static electricity; sparks flew between your lips as they threatened to collide. Panting already, you swallowed hard as he pressed his sturdy body into yours.

“Tell me you don’t want this, heiress.”

The tension was so thick that you could see it– you could see it in the twitch in the corner of Daniel’s mouth, in the imperceptible flare of his nostrils, in the lift of his eyebrows. Months of teasing and taunting were coming to their inevitable head right before your eyes, right in front of your face.

You didn’t tell him to stop.

He seized your face with both hands and pulled it to his, your lips slamming together in a kiss like a firecracker, setting the both of you aflame.

Your head felt hollow, weightless– but the feeling of Daniel was quickly filling it like water. He pressed you against the hay bale as the kiss deepened, one of his hands skimming down your body and squeezing your waist. You found yourself clutching at his shirt, almost like you wanted your bodies to exist in the exact same spot, with no space between them. You wanted to live inside him.

Daniel let out a grunt, meeting your whiny sigh as his tongue pushed into your mouth, finally tasting you for the first time. His body bucked into you slightly, forcing you harder against the hay bales.

You gasped into his mouth as you felt his thigh shove itself between your legs, applying delicious pressure on your most sensitive spot. He smirked against your lips as he started moving his leg back and forth.

“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he spoke in a soft, provocative tone, taking your little moans as a sign to keep going. “See what I can make you feel when you stop fighting me?”

You practically growled into his mouth, curling your fists around the fabric of his shirt, pulling him tighter against you. He let out a little grunt of surprise, falling into you.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” He smirked down at you.

Your voice was nothing but a breathy whisper. You were just staring at his lips. “Shut up and kiss me, Wagner.”

He kept kissing you deeper and deeper, unable to get enough of you. His fingertips toyed with the hem of your shirt for a moment or two before slipping underneath the fabric to feel the soft warmth of your bare skin at your stomach. His hand was soon splayed out, his palm rubbing your waist and traveling up towards your ribs, holding you tight.

You were pinned against the hay bales by Daniel’s weight. His fingers started working at the button and zipper of your jeans, not wasting a moment before stroking your clit over your panties with the pads of his fingers. You sucked in a sharp breath, your head falling back.

Daniel chuckled darkly, and you knew he was feeling how wet your panties were. “What was that about me not turning you on? You’re soaked just from bickering with me, sweetheart.”

Before you could shoot back, he pulled your panties to the side and made direct contact with your swollen clit, making you choke on any words you were about to fling at him. Daniel raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth in a mock look of surprise, mimicking your pitiful moment of submission.

You started grinding your hips against his fingers, instantly addicted to the friction his arousal-slicked, rough fingertips provided you. Daniel smirked, enjoying watching you already coming apart for him.

“Yeah? My fingers feel good against your cunt, don’t they?”

All you could do was nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he slipped his fingers inside you, forcing a moan from your throat. The movements of your hips didn’t stop as you fucked yourself on his thick fingers. He matched your rhythm, hissing at the way you clenched around his fingers.

“Fuck, sweetheart… so fucking tight…”

A coil was twisting itself mad in the pit of your stomach, begging to be snapped. Daniel could tell how close you were by the crease between your eyebrows and your desperate gasps for air.

“Aw, is the heiress gonna cum on my fingers? Make the barn boy’s hands all dirty like they should be?”

You nodded frantically, mere moments from your peak.

“I bet you don’t even touch this filthy pussy with your fingers… would be such a shame to get your hands dirty, right?”

“Daniel–” you squeaked, warning him of your impending release.

“Maybe I should take care of this little cunt of yours as part of my daily chores.”

You whined as your head fell forward against his shoulder, your movements becoming frenzied as you edged closer and closer to that blissful explosion of pleasure.

“I know. Give it to me, sweetheart. Make a mess of me.”

A moan clawed up from your chest as you began to convulse, your vision going white for a moment as your entire body erupted with wanton delight. Daniel held you upright with an arm tight around your waist as your legs gave out. You clung onto him as the waves crashed against you. You could vaguely hear Daniel whispering words of praise in your ear.

“That’s it– yeah, that’s it, good girl… good girl.”

A few moments passed before you could string a coherent thought together. You were panting, trying hard to swallow past your dry mouth. You could hardly believe what just happened– it was like your brain wasn’t allowing you to process it.

Daniel smiled at your disheveled state, picking bits of straw out of your hair.

“So, I think it’s safe to assume that you don’t actually hate me, right?” Daniel said, breaking the silence and grinning teasingly.

He slid his fingers out of you and buttoned up your jeans. Before you could speak, he was already tipping his hat with a crooked smile and descending the ladder, leaving you swaying and trying to remember your name.

"Goodnight, ma'am."

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PART TWO

Taglist:

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DM me if you want to be added! I currently don’t have a post schedule for this series, so if you want to be notified for future parts, the taglist is the best way!

#greta van fleet #gvf #gvf fanfiction #gvf fic #danny wagner #daniel wagner #danny gvf #gvf smut #greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut

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snuggerudsz · 9 months

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WHEN EMMA FALLS IN LOVE

A LUKE HUGHES AU

❝Emma Baudelaire is the only daughter and sole heiress of her family’s wealth. The young girl decides to leave Monaco and live on her own, trying to get away from all of the pressure and expectations her last name carries. She moves to New York City after being accepted to NYU, but what the monegasque girl doesn’t expect is to meet a hockey player on a night out and to have her life changed forever.❞

The story starts during the 23-24 season

MASTERLIST

headcanons

thoughts 1 2

their kisses

imagines

c'est garçon est un ville

the price of perfection

MEET THE GIRL

❥ Emma Sabine Baudelaire

Born January 16, 2004, in Monte Carlo, Monaco

Sophomore at NYU

Very intelligent, studies a lot, and really cares about doing well in school (very Capricorn coded)

She's around 5'6 (1.68 m)

Her first language is French

Very sweet but can ー and will ー cuss anyone out in 5 different languages

Went to school at the Institut Le Rosey, in Rolle, Switzerland

Emma has medium blonde hair, blue eyes, very subtle freckles framing her face, and a little scar on her forehead.

Complicated family life.

She has a corgi named Olivier (AKA Ollie)

Emma and Luke meet when she's forcefully dragged out of her penthouse to go to a new rooftop bar and she accidentally spills her drink all over Luke.

Luke calls her sunshine because of the sun necklace she was wearing when they met.

SOCIALS:

#nhl x y/n #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl fanfiction #luke hughes x y/n #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes #when emma falls in love au #emma baudelaire x luke hughes

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captain-mj · 1 year

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imagine an AU where either Soap or Ghost is a Selkie trapped in a marriage and the other one saves them

Doing Soap as the Selkie because I have a super similar thing going on in my Ghost Selkie au on ao3 (Of Seals and Men if anyone is interested). However, if anyone has any more fun ideas like this where I can make Ghost a selkie, please hit my askbox

Some headcanons

Going back and forth between modern and Victorian. Willing to hear feedback about it

Ghost immediately knows something is wrong but he doesn't know Soap well and he can't figure out what exactly is wrong.

Soap is the picture of a perfect husband. Cleans, cooks, helps out around the house. He constantly has this smile on his face that everyone else thinks is charming but Ghost thinks its disturbing

Going with the old myths, Soap has incredibly sad eyes. Ghost notices that even when he gets him to laugh, he still looks to be on the verge of tears.

Ghost notices Soap's spouse wearing the coat. He asks about it because while it is gorgeous, it doesn't really fit them right. They get extremely defensive.

Soap never looks away from them while they're wearing it and Ghost (who doesn't feel at all jealous about that or anything) assumes that's why they wear it.

Ghost maybe tries to wear more furs to see if it has the same effect. It doesn't. Soap rather dryly tells him that he finds killing animals just to wear their fur barbaric.

It's not until Soap mentions growing up in the sea and then having to correct himself that he lived next to it, the franticness in the way he talked finally tipped Ghost off to what exactly was wrong.

Ghost ends up stealing the coat from the spouse and wearing it himself.

Apparently some selkies eat their coatholders after they get their coats back.

Ghost has a mild fear for his life

On the Victorian end, Ghost being the guard for a wealthy heiress and noticing that her husband is a little off.

On the Modern end, Ghost seeing Soap occasionally (like he works at a coffeeshop Soap frequents or something similar) and assuming his husband is abusing him before putting it together.

I love asks like this because I like going buckwild with worldbuilding :)

#call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #johnny soap mactavish #soap mctavish #ghost call of duty #selkie au #selkie soap

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ressjeon · 2 years

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the seven seas | mlist

come join us on our journey through the Mediterranean waters this summer, where we witness lovers fall prey to unforgiving seas and new voyages of romance embark as we sail through the storms of angst and heartbreak and wash up on shores of romantic dinners and wine. don't rock the boat too much, you may be the Titanic, but we can't promise we'll go down.

⚓ steward: @jjksblackgf

⚓ pairing: guest/investor!hoseok x singer!reader

⚓ genres/aus: forbidden love, love at first sight, smut, fluff

⚓ synopsis: looking to diversify his investments, Jung Hoseok decides that cruise ships are the way to go. to get the lay of the land, he embarks on a promising ship, where one of the beautiful performers has his attention immediately.

↬ embarkation: here

⚓ steward: @temptaetions

⚓ pairing: busboy!taehyung x bartender!reader

⚓ genres/aus: exes to coworkers to strangers + strangers to…strangers, smut, heavy angst

⚓ synopsis: working with your ex-boyfriend is never easy -- especially when he’s still in your sheets long after the breakup. when you both land a spot in the sweet night cruise line and you find yourself entangled in a sticky web of exhibitionism and lust. after all, it is just business, baby.

↬ embarkation: soon

⚓ steward: @ressjeon

⚓ pairing: captain!namjoon x heiress!reader

⚓ genres/aus: unrequited love, angst, smut, drama, crack, childhood acquaintances

⚓ synopsis: people around you have pitied you for chasing him but how can you stop when he can never do wrong in your eyes. so perfect that you’ve been blind to what he truly feels about you, convincing yourself that the time will come for him to finally love you. the same questions will resurface once again on this cruise that you’re going on but are you truly ready whether the answers will be the same or not?

↬ embarkation: soon

⚓ steward: @writtenwhalien

⚓ pairing: guest!jungkook x passenger!reader

⚓ genres/aus: fake dating, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut, angst

⚓ synopsis: bringing Jungkook along to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all your family and close friends together, nothing could go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a year long relationship with him. you don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

↬ embarkation: soon

⚓ steward: @erotikkook

⚓ pairing: chef!seokjin x guest!reader

⚓ genres/aus: strangers to lovers, smut, crack/humour, fluff, slight angst

⚓ synopsis: was this... legal? was Jin going to get fired? it didn't matter; nothing mattered. not when the most attractive person he'd ever seen walked right into his restaurant, sat their ass down right in front of his cooktop, and gave him a look so hot he thought he might lose his mind right then and there. shit he was doomed, and most definitely fired… but it was absolutely worth it.

↬ embarkation: soon

⚓ steward: @xjoonchildx

⚓ pairing: passenger!jimin x murderino!reader

⚓ genres/aus: mystery, smut, strangers to lovers

⚓ synopsis: a seven-day cruise is the perfect opportunity to relax, but jimin can't rest. not when there is an an intriguing passenger on the same boat, distracting him at every turn. sure, she's a little quirky, but Jimin can't help but want to get a better look at those tan lines. no harm in a little summer fling, right?

↬ embarkation: here

⚓ steward: @hisunshiine

⚓ pairing: pianist!yoongi x performer!reader

⚓ genres/aus: coworkers to lovers, light angst, smut, fluff

⚓ synopsis: you pick up a new entertainment job on a cruise ship, hoping that performing will get you the big break you’ve always wanted. you didn’t expect to meet Yoongi, who you mesh with well for performances, but after a betrayal of nauti-cal proportions, trouble arises in paradise.

↬ embarkation: here

host note: i would like to thank Maya for helping me with the collab summary and truly thank the rest of my lovely friends for doing this with me despite our busy schedules. you’re all wonderful people and i’m excited for all of us to share our stories soon ♡

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ethereallocs · 11 months

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Her Bodyguard Modern Au! Ser Harwin Strong x OC Targaryen

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong (Bodyguard)x OC Targaryen (Heiress)

Word Count: 2,008

Content: Modern Au! 18 PLUS 🔞, Angst, Fluff, LOTS OF TENSION, Bratty, Brat-Taming,& Swearing

Summary: Rhaena very spoiled, conceited, headstrong, and very very naive. She needed his protection and his guidance, but will it be enough to save her?

Chapter One Difficult

Today was going to be a busy one she thought it was the day a party was being held in honor of her sister Rhaenyra’s wedding. She lay in her large canopy bed looking up at the champagne-colored linens that shrouded her. The sunlight peeked through the opening on the fabric kissing her skin ever so slightly with warmth. Stretching her limbs, she ejected herself from her bed after giving herself a well-needed pep talk. Making her way into the bathroom she did her regular beauty routine showering, exfoliating, plucking whatever it took for her to be perfect. Her gorgeous platinum locks were styled in voluminous curls that could give nothing but glamour. After all, she was the daughter of the richest man in King’s Landing, and she was to inherit it all.

There was so much to do with the last remaining details that needed to be taken care of and she was off to make it happen. She exited her room wearing a sleek black dress by Louis Vuitton that accentuated her small waist and rounded hips. Immediately following behind her was whom she called her “Shadow” Harwin or if she was being formal Mr. Strong. He had been her bodyguard since was sixteen and she refused to have another.

“Hello, Shadow.” She spoke in a sing-song tone teasing him with a coy smile, which she enjoyed immensely. He nodded to her, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of his mouth, but he put his stoic face make own and straightened his posture. When it came to Rhaena he was a big softy, watching her grow it the beautiful young woman she was today warmed his heart, but she still was a brat, nonetheless. “Harwin, I must pick up my dress from the boutique at ten-thirty and then we must make sure the venue for the party is perfect at noon. Nodding in acknowledgment he opened the door for her and walked her to the sleek black BMW that waited outside for her. “Yes, Ms. Targaryen.”

They took no time getting her dress from her favorite boutique she put it on to make sure everything was just right and as always Rhaena looked beautiful. He smiled to himself staring in adoration, but quickly averting his gaze when she turned in his direction. Before he knew it was already noon and she was already scolding the party planner about something that wasn’t right. He was uninterested in what small unnoticeable mistake that poor woman had made that set the little demon off this time. She was so utterly picky it was a wonder she got anything done sometimes.

He could see the party planner on the verge of tears; Harwin decided it was time to wrangle the brat in. “All right, all right, Ms. Rhaena. I think we should let the lady do her job. The venue looks good. There is no need in insulting her work.”, He took hold of her arm pulling her away. “But I’m not finished. Get off me, Harwin!” He did not relent and began to pull her to a secluded area where he pushed her back against the marbled wall and hovered over her. “Listen, I get this is supposed to be a special day for your sister. But you are going to ruin it before the party even starts, little devil.” He spoke in a firm whisper so no one else could hear such an exchange. “Stop … being… difficult.” She rolled her eyes and sighed under her breath. “Fine…”

She thanked the planner, and they were off again this time it was to grab something to eat and head back to her home so she could start the long…long…long process of getting ready. Once they were back Rhaena ran to her room calling on a few maids to help her get ready for tonight’s festivities. Her Shadow followed only to part ways to get to his room which was next to hers.

He sighed in annoyance, never being the dapper kind of guy, but he had to admit he cleaned up well when he put some effort into it. He put on an all-black suit tailored just right to his frame. His brown curls were combed back to make himself look presentable, and he trimmed his beard to sharpen the look. He now sat waiting for his little devil to come out, but that might take a while.

Meanwhile, Rhaena was running her maids ragged as one styled her hair and the two others helped her put on her dress. Her platinum tresses were pinned up in a gorgeous style and her dress was a glamorous black dress with one shoulder strap and a long slit that came down her right thigh. She put a subtle amount of make-up on her milky white skin and for her shoes, she put a pair of sexy strapped heels with pearl accents on the shoes. She admired herself in her large body mirror and snapped a few pictures before grabbing her black clutch and walking out into the hall.

Harwin heard her door open and quickly followed coming up behind her. Rhaena turned to him, a smile as bright as the sun shown on her face upon seeing him. He looked good, she said to herself. He on the other hand was taken aback by how gorgeous she looked. His heart skipped a beat and his thoughts jumbled together. He shook his head slightly realizing she had been talking to him. “Helloooo…Earth to Harwin…how do I look?” He took her hand spinning her about, she giggled in response before standing back to take a good look at her. “You look gorgeous, my little devil.” She blushed, looking into his eyes before quickly turning away.

“Umm thank you, but we need to go, Mr. Strong.” They’ve had moments like this before but there was this feeling that seemed to build the more they were around each other and it had only started recently. Before, she was just a child he had to follow around and be annoyed by most of the time. Other times they played, and he made her laugh, but now she was a young woman, and he couldn’t help but see and feel the difference time has made, and neither could she.

Quickly they exited the home and were on their way. The car pulled up to the location of the event and Harwin was coming to the back passenger side to open the door. Stepping out she was almost flooded by all the paparazzi as well as the public that watched as all the elites of King’s Landing came together. Harwin connected their arms so that he could safely lead her inside without an issue. She blushed as she clung to him so tightly stopping to pose for pictures.

Finally, they were at the entrance and now that it was nighttime, and the mood was set the image she had in her mind for this grandiose occasion came together perfectly. Rhaena smiled at Harwin excited and giddy with delight. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her, but quickly became stoic again once approached by her father, Viserys. “Rhaena, my sweet girl. You’ve done an amazing job putting this all together. I’m sure Rhaenyra will love it.” He hugged her and kissed her forehead nodding to Harwin in acknowledgement before he left her side to greet more of the guests that came in behind them.

Shortly after Viserys dismissed himself, his new wife Alicent greeted them. Of course, Rhaena was not a fan of her being that Alicent grew up with her and her sister. “Rhaena, you look beautiful.” She was trying to be warm and loving, but she came off as cold and uninterested. “As do you... Come on Harwin let’s find something else to do.” Harwin knew the best way for Rhaena to keep up appearances and remain cordial was to avoid her stepmother at all times.

Now they awaited the newlywed’s arrival as it seemed Rhaenyra and Laenor were to be fashionably late. Rhaena saw her uncle Daemon who was keeping himself occupied with a glass of wine and she sent Harwin to bring her a drink as well before approaching him. “Guess who?” She giggled as she snuck up behind him covering his eyes. Daemon chuckled and turned to see one of his favorite people. “My darling, Rhaena. The two exchanged hugs and words pulling off to the side to talk shit about everyone that came in when Harwin handed her a glass of champagne. He knew her so well.

Finally, the long-awaited couple made their entrance and Rhaenyra looked gorgeous with her handsome new husband on her arm. Daemon seemed a bit annoyed, but Laena caught his eye and quickly approached the two stealing Rhaena’s uncle away. And now the party had begun. She danced with her sister and from the looks of it they were enjoying themselves. They giggled like they used to when they were playing tag or some silly Princess game; she was going to miss her.

Daemon took Rhaenyra’s hand whisking her away onto the dance floor. Rhaena objected, but Harwin approached her with his hand open to her. “May I have this dance?” She smiled sliding her hand into his., “Yes, you may.” Leading her out onto the floor a hand rested on the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they began to sway to the sounds of “All of Me” by John Legend. Spinning her around pressing his chest into her back she giggled, and he laughed in return it was almost like they were the only two people there at this very moment.

After the dance, Rhaena could see Rhaenyra burning a hole into her from the corner of her eye before she was swept away by her into a secluded area. “What the fuck was that Rhaena?” Confusion furrowed her brow “What was what?” Rhaenyra scoffed. “So, the two of you looking like you wanted to suck each other’s faces off didn’t just happen? Or am I the only one who noticed how in love the two of you looked?” She busted out in laughter. “Harwin? Are you serious? He’s always been like a brother to me.” Rolling her eyes Rhaenyra walked away, “Suuurree.”

She couldn’t be serious, but she seemed serious. Rhaena raked her brain trying to figure out what her sister was seeing. Was she missing something? Instead of dwelling on it, she intended to enjoy herself before the party was over, but as she returned a fight broke out. Her father’s bodyguard Cole was pummeling into the face of Joffrey someone who came with Laenor’s entourage. Chaos ensued and a full-on riot erupted. Rhaena had been knocked to the floor getting stepped on and walked over. The sounds of hysteric partygoers snuffed out her screams, but Harwin was already pushing through the crowd to get to her, calling out to her.

He found her curled into a ball on the floor shielding herself. He busted a few people in the jaw who crowded around her, hoisting her up over her shoulder as if she weighed nothing. Making a quick getaway he placed her in the car. She had passed out and he placed her head on his lap ordering the chauffeur to rush them to the hospital. “Please, don’t leave me, little devil. Who will I follow if you’re gone?” He begged her even though she was out of it. He caressed her face and stroked her hair with so much care. “Please stay with me…” The faint sounds of the EKG beeping began to wake her. Everything seemed to be in a blur. Then the pain hit, and she remembered how she had got there.

Harwin lifted himself from his seat quickly finding his way to her side. He grabbed her hand and kissed it lightly. “I’m so happy to see you awake. You scared me, little devil.”

To be continued...

#ser harwin x reader #ser harwin strong #ser harwin breakbones #hotd smut #hotd au #hotd fanfic

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marrondrawsalot · 5 months

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I blame @anxious-twisted-vampire for their RunAway Au but here’s an arc

Traitor Arc

One student stayed behind, but that student was no ordinary one. She was the ideal image of perfection, a very high achiever, you all will see. She step her way to the filled up dorm meeting. With a darken expression.

“The students have escaped…..” she answered

The room crowed with outrage but Crowley hushed them down, after all.

How dare they yell at his beloved daughter? Whom he cannot fault. He knows wisely this was the girl plan to get a little info. After all, everyone trusts her. Too. Easily….

@adrianasunderworld @mangacupcake @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind @skboba-stars @nproduction626 @rose-tea-and-strawberries @anxious-twisted-vampire @yukii0nna @achy-boo @abyssthing198

Darling is aware of the rituals and blot monster. However, she’s against the whole thing in her mind. To her, she just wants out as everyone does. But she cannot join them. After all, her father chipped her the moment she return home. Her only regret.

Was letting her friends know at the end, she’s the real traitor and a true threat.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #marron ocs #twst oc #twst #darling crowley #RunAway Au

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kandisheek · 2 months

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FIC REC WEEK 9 – AUs

Watch Him Suck Up That Gas by ItsMayBiTheWay

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 777 Tags: College AU, Dentists, Roommates

Summary: Tony is feeling a little loopy, he knows there is a reason for it but can't seem to remember why. But he is sure there was a reason! And the handsome blonde stranger sitting across him is not helping with thinking straight... OR: Tony goes to the dentist to get his teeth pulled and gets high out of his mind with the sedatives.

Reasons why I love it: This fic is so fucking cute! It's short and fluffy and sweet, the perfect treat if you're looking for a little pick-me-up. Loopy Tony is adorable, and Steve is just the best. I love this fic, and I bet you will too!

time stolen with you by Areiton

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,853 Tags: The Last of Us AU, Survival, Post-Apocalypse

Summary: This is just time stolen from a dead world. It doesn’t make it any less beautiful.

Reasons why I love it: The wording throughout this fic is so beautiful. Watching Tony figure out his new life in this changed world is fantastic, especially once he's joined by Steve. And those last few paragraphs made me tear up. This fic is wonderful, and I hope you give it a shot for yourself!

But I'm Broken Too (And Spoken For) by pptiny

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: G Words: 3,183 Tags: Crackfic, Cinderella AU, Humor

Summary: So, Steve is Cinderella. Who knew? A Cinderella AU that clearly makes no sense.

Reasons why I love it: Fucking Fairy Godfury, I'm howling. This one is crackfic at its finest. It's funny and adorable and doesn't take itself too seriously, which I love. Also, Steve and Tony bantering in the kitchen like two lovesick idiots is good stuff. This fic is great, and you should definitely read it!

My Best Friend's Wedding by jellybeanforest

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 5,086 Tags: No Powers, Stripper Steve, Closeted Tony

Summary: Howard Stark pressures his son to marry the daughter of a fellow industrialist, socialite and heiress Joanna Nivena. Tony reluctantly agrees, but his best friend, Rhodey, disapproves because: A: Tony isn’t a pawn in his father’s business plans, and B: Tony is gay. He is not about to let Tony make the biggest mistake of his life. So, Rhodey takes him to Las Vegas for his bachelor party and hires the first male stripper Tony shows any interest in for a private dance in the back rooms.

Reasons why I love it: Poor Tony, man. I'm glad he figured out what he wanted in the end. And Rhodey is such a good bro, my god, we could all use a friend like him, epilogue shenanigans nonwithstanding. Although that was fucking hilarious. I love this one, and I hope you give it a shot!

Eclipse by cooookieee

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 1,375 Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Mythology, Reincarnation

Summary: They had all the time in the world, and yet they weren't able to live at all. (Steve rules the Sun, and Tony the Moon)

Reasons why I love it: The whole concept of this fic is so fucking cool! I love all things mystical, and this fic does it so well. Steve and Tony as the Sun and Moon make so much sense to me, and their love for each other is as lovely as it is bittersweet. I especially love the way they find each other again, it's so good! Definitely check this one out!

#marvel #stony #fanfic #ficrec #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs #AUs

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yumeko2sevilla · 19 days

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Snitching

[Context; Yukiharu and Kalim revealed themself as the one who indirectly made lots of students got explied.

Evil First Years AU belongs to @anxious-twisted-vampire]

Cater: Yukiharu, how could you-

Yukiharu: Blame others, not me. I'm just the blackmailer.

Riddle: Even that you have made lots of innocent students explied! Do you have no remorse!?

Yukiharu: Like one would say, if you slip your tail, you're bound to lose.

Jamil: So you were the one put that answer sheet into that guy?

Yukiharu: Ah, no. That's not me.

Kalim walks to Yukiharu with his phone waving at them.

Kalim: *Grins.* That would be me~

Everyone: KALIM!?

Minako: Seems the little sunshine has tricks too~

Kalim: I learn them from the best! I didn't think that you wouldn't suspect me tho.

Azul: How did you-

Kalim: Steal the answer sheet? I got help from a certain someone~

Erin: *Buzzes out from his phone.* Woo! That was sooo hard, you know!

Jamil: Tch- Betraying all of your dorms like that?

Kalim: You're one to talk, Jamil! Beside, no one would think me helping a hand inside this, yes?

Yukiharu: The morally right soldier of Heartslabyul, and the benelovent housewarden.. Such a perfect pair for snitching, right?

Ace: Oho~ I didn't think that you would join this tho, Haruka!

Yukiharu: I was the Head of the most astrocious Clan, remember? It's understandable that I kept some malice.

Leona: I can understand that, but Kalim?

Kalim: For funsies, of course!

Yukiharu: Anyways, welcome to our world of Night Raven College, where anything could happen. So please be careful, for now.

@anxious-twisted-vampire @writing-heiress @achy-boo @yukii0nna

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #yukiharu shirokami #yukiharu🌧️#minako sakamaki #erin🎤#twst au

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fereldanwench · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo to share some stuff I'm working on so AU rambling it is!

(Also I just realized that I am once again so behind on keeping up with my mentions and asks. I need more hours in the day. 😭)

So as some of y'all know, I am a long-time Tomb Raider super fan, and facets of OG Lara Croft almost always influence my OCs because she is just goals. Valerie was no exception here--Her canon street style and effortlessly cool and tough yet elegant vibes were very much inspired by the one and only Lady Croft.

When I realized that across these three mods (one, two, three) I could make a Tomb Raider Underworld-inspired outfit for Valerie, that just became my sole reason for living for like six hours.

Initially, I wasn't planning on delving into a story or anything with the shots--I just wanted to play with some Tomb Raider-esque settings to get a little break from the high-tech/low-life urban setting to refresh the muse--But then I realized this could actually be the perfect setting to explore another idea I had been sitting on for a while.

I had wanted to play with a Yakuza!Goro AU for some time now (turning to a life of organized crime if Arasaka hadn't picked him up has always seemed like something that could have been in the realm of possibility based on the little bit he shares about his childhood), and Lara does get tangled up with some Yakuza shenanigans in some storylines so 💡💡💡 Treasure Hunter/Yakuza AU: I Only Play for Sport (based on Lara's iconic one-liner in the intro of the 1996 game) was officially born!

Work has been nuts the past few weeks, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure out how to mod tats on Goro myself, so I asked the wonderful @86maylin if she was up for a private commission. Luckily, she was. 🙏🙏🙏 (Thank you again, May!)

This has also been another journey into building with AMM--I have a few very specific scenes in mind, and I wanted them to be in totally original settings created specifically for this AU instead of defaulting to my usual locations (like Hanako's estate).

To kick that off, I decided I wanted to make a little living space for Goro. I got a lot of good practice building a stage, essentially, when I did the little villainess shoot a little while ago, so I felt pretty confident that I could put together something loosely inspired by the Tokyo penthouse Lara visits in Tomb Raider Legend.

That game is almost 20 years old now, though, so the assets there were obviously very limited, and I wanted to make something a little more complete and cozy for Goro's home base, as it were. I'm still not finished with it (maybe like 75% of the way there), but I'm pretty happy with the progress:

And another huge thank you to @bnbc and @arasakas-ronin for y'all's prop packs because they have done a lot to add some of that cool-artifact-treasure-hunting goodness to the scene. (I've used a lot but I think this toy set and this decor set were most prominently used.)

And as for the story itself?

Well, no one's here for the plot, right? 😅

I am slowly working on a couple of photostories inspired by some scenes in the Tomb Raider movies and games, and I have a general gist of the premise: Valerie is a wealthy heiress with a fondness for adventure and recovering lost artifacts with presumed supernatural abilities, and Goro is the right-hand man of a Yakuza boss who has a similar interest in such artifacts. They end up having their sights set on the same artifact (currently unknown to me, lmao, although I am very aware of the issues with the genre when it comes to, yanno, glorifying white Westerners stealing shit from other cultures so I want to be mindful that I don't fall into that same pitfall) and sexy rival treasure hunter shenanigans ensue.

So this is what I've been working on! It's a total pet project, I'm so excited about it, and I figured the time between now and Phantom Liberty coming out would be the best time to just go ham with photomode and mods and create a totally self-indulgent crossover that combines my great video game loves.

And one last thing before I shut up, because I wanna share how Tomb Raider has always been a part of Valerie's background: her surname, Powell, was inspired by Manfred Powell, the antagonist in the 2001 Tomb Raider movie. Bonus fact: I used the name "Nishimura" in this photo story, which is also the name of two characters in the Tomb Raider universe (Lara's friend Toru Nishimura in Legend and her girlfriend Sam Nishimura in the 2013 reboot.)

Okay, if you read all of this, you're now legally obligated to share something you've been working on, too. 💙

#t: wench.txt #oc: valerie v powell #c: goro takemura #ship: goro x valerie #g: cyberpunk 2077 #kinda #au: i only play for sport

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wonwoonlight · 1 year

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my way to you special: in the moonlight / jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x fem!Reader

➝ rich!AU // heir & heiress!AU // est relationship // best friends to lovers <3 // fluff // slice of life

➝ warning: curses, so much fluff it's disgusting, kissing towards the end, they love each other so much it's unreal D:

➝ word count: 2.6~k

A/N: hi! another short one to celebrate my 3k milestone. i've missed this couple too and i'm just so so soft for them <//3 once again, thank you for your support and please enjoy this little gift. don't hesitate to drop by and tell me your thoughts too!

my way to you masterlist

[✾✾✾]

“So.”

“So?” Wonwoo raises his eyebrow, wondering what you’re up to.

“The wedding is next week.” You nudge him with a cheeky smile. “You ready?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges you back, then laughs when you stumble a little because he forgot just how easy you lose your balance.

“It’s Jinyoung’s wedding, why would I need to be ready?”

“Best man stuff.” You shrug as you lean over to hug his arm and claim the rightful spot that is his shoulder.

You’re currently out for a walk with Wonwoo, because it’s nice out and you’re a little too full from the lunch you’ve just had with him. You smile as you see a dog running in your direction, hugging yourself closer to Wonwoo to make ways for the owner to pass you.

“You know it’s just formality. I don’t even know why he needs a best man.”

“Formality is right. Let’s not have those for our wedding.” You say absentmindedly, not even looking at him.

Wonwoo bites his lip to suppress a stupid smile at your comment about your (currently) nonexistent wedding plan. You’ve been doing that a lot since Jinyoung’s wedding preparation; mentioning what to do at your wedding even though none of you has talked about marriage just yet.

Yes, you both know you’re going to marry each other and it definitely will happen someday. But it’s not like he’s proposed yet and he’s starting to think that he should do it soon now that you keep on mentioning it.

Is this you sending him codes?

He doubts. You’re usually very straightforward with what you want from him, even more when it comes to your relationship.

So, you talking about these things can only mean one thing: you’re already more than comfortable with the idea of marriage (hopefully only with him). He probably should start planning for a proposal after Jinyoung’s wedding.

“Why are you smiling by yourself, you weirdo?” You frown with a concerned look, stopping on your track. Wonwoo simply shakes his head and pulls you with him again, and he doesn’t even indulge you when you keep on insisting to find out what’s inside his mind.

You really should’ve known by now it’s only you in his mind and he has no plan in changing it.

[✾✾✾]

“Princess, I think you’ve tried enough already.” He pretends to be reluctant when you insist on going into one more shop for a dress. But, really, he’s just afraid his heart wouldn’t be able to take it if he sees you in one more dress.

He doesn’t see why you thought every single one you’ve tried on has some sort of flaws. Whatever it is, Wonwoo definitely can’t tell because you seem perfect in each one of them. Plus, it doesn’t help that he keeps on imagining you with a wedding dress everytime you come out of the fitting room to give him a twirl.

Fuck, can you be more adorable than you already are?

“Last one, I promise.” You pull him with no effort, because despite the fact that he’s whining for you to stop, he’s still an absolute simp when it comes to you so there’s no way he’d be able to say no under any circumstances. “If I still don’t find any, we’ll have dinner and head home?”

Home means Wonwoo’s place. And despite the fact that you’ve been addressing it as such since a few months back and you’ve been practically living in his place since the moment he moved in, it still warms his heart everytime he hears you call it home.

Seungcheol doesn’t even drive you to your place anymore after office unless you specifically say so.

“Why don’t you just make your own dress?” He suggests. “Don’t you do that sometimes?”

“The designer that makes my clothes is on maternity leave and I only like her works.”

“Clearly you’re not liking any of these, too.” He says before he even realizes, then winces when you hit his shoulder. You can really hit when you want to is something that Wonwoo has learned throughout the years he’s been with you. “Alright, come on. But I get to choose dinner.”

Wonwoo should’ve tried harder to convince you to go shopping with Chaeyoung. Because now his heart is about to burst at how fucking beautiful you look wrapped in a rose gold colored dress that hugs your body just right, falling just right below your knees. Some part of your skin is peeking through the sheer material, and he almost wants you to not like this because there’s no way in hell he is going to be able to stand you looking like this for hours straight.

“I take that you like this one?” You giggle at his expression; mouth ajar and eyes blown open though nothing escapes his lips.

“You look beautiful.” He says, almost like in a trance when he stands up to look at you closer.

It’s unfair just how beautiful you look, alright.

“A little too beautiful.”

You scrunch your nose at that, though your heart is beating in a messy rhythm. Wonwoo does that sometimes; gets severely honest during this kinda moment that he’s almost cheesy had this been any other situation. But you’re not complaining, and you can only whisper a small ‘really?’ because you’re suddenlt shy under his gaze.

“This is the dress, then.”

That was why you insisted on going shopping with him, alright.

[✾✾✾]

“How are you feeling?” You hold Jisoo’s hand, careful not to ruin anything even though there’s really nothing you can ruin by holding her hand.

She looks like the pristine picture of a bride. She’s the bride, you decide. You’ve attended enough weddings to be able to tell when the bride is happy or is standing there against her will, but you’ve never seen a bride glowing as much as Jisoo is right now.

She’s radiating with all the good things in the world; she’s so in love and so happy that she’s not having cold feet at all. She’s so sure; in the promise of eternity, in life with Jinyoung, in whatever uncertainty that she might need to face after this day. Looking at the way she smiles before she mentions her soon-to-be-husband’s name, you suddenly feel like crying as you think about how you’d look on your wedding day.

“Hey, hey.” Jisoo panics a little, her hairstylist glaring at you for making her move. “Why are you crying?”

“No. Sorry, I just–” You blink continuously in hope it will stop your tears, but your lips are trembling and Jisoo actually tells her hairstylist to stop for a bit because she needs to stand up. Jennie has just come into the room when Jisoo reaches to hug you. She sends her friend a concerned look, but the look in the older girl’s face obviously means she’s not sure what’s going on either.

“I’m so sorry.” You shake your head as you carefully wipe your tears. “I’m not sure why I’m crying.”

Jisoo shares a look with Jennie, then takes a deep breath before she cups your cheek and gets into her older sister mode.

Dating Jinyoung for almost a decade and knowing him for more means she’s also known you for as long. She’s watched you and Wonwoo throughout the years, and she was probably one of the happiest parties when it was made clear that you and Wonwoo are finally dating.

She remembered telling Jinyoung a long time ago, way before you and Wonwoo started dating, that she’s envious of what you had with his brother. The both of you made love seem very easy, like it’s just obvious that you have to take care of each other.

As some sort of older sister for both you and Wonwoo, she can tell for sure that you’re one of those lucky couples that are just meant for each other. Jisoo has never believed much in soulmates; even her relationship with Jinyoung was nothing sort of magical because they choose to stay with each other.

They love each other, but it’s not easy to stay together when they have different ways of thinking and sometimes different views on life in general. She never doubts that Jinyoung loves her, but there used to be times when she doubted if love alone was enough. Unlike you and Wonwoo that she just knew would end up together no matter what, Jinyoung and Jisoo had quite the hurdles to finally get where they’re at.

Perhaps that’s why it feels fulfilling now that they’re taking another step for their future.

“Want me to call for Wonwoo?” Jennie offers, rubbing your back in comfort.

“No, it’s fine.” You smile despite your sniffles. “I’m just–happy for you. And… yeah. It’s not important. It’s your big day, sorry.”

Jisoo presses her lips together before she carefully asks Jennie and her makeup artists if she can have some time alone with you. You look up in surprise, but Jennie simply nods and smiles before she says she’ll just be nearby just in case.

It’s silent for a moment after everyone leaves, and you look at Jisoo, all gorgeous in her wedding dress even if her makeup is unfinished. You don’t talk to her on a daily basis, but she feels like she’s always been in your life due to her long years with Jinyoung–who’s basically your brother.

She’s always been kind to you though. She takes care of you a lot and even though you’re not the closest to her and you’d hang out with her from time to time even without Jinyoung or Wonwoo around. You remember going to her the few times you did end up fighting with Wonwoo, or when you just felt like sulking to someone older because Jeonghan and Shua just wouldn’t get it.

She’s not your closest friend, nor is she the first person you’d seek when you have a problem; but she’s still like your sister regardless and you couldn’t be happier for her.

“You’re thinking about your wedding, aren’t you?”

You offer her a small smile, a little shy but not seeing any reason to deny it.

“Do you want it to be soon?”

“Not sure.” You say honestly. Do you? Will it make any difference? You’ve always had Wonwoo by your side even though it’s only been two years or so since you framed your relationship under romance. You know it’s him you’re going to marry someday, but you’ve never thought of it as a pressing matter. Some days you even think it might be okay to just stay the way you are; together.

Is there any need to get married when you already know you’re it for each other?

But after seeing more and more of Jinyoung’s wedding preparations, you notice some kind of preferences you have regarding a lot of stuff. You find yourself thinking about what to do or what not to do for your own wedding.

And now that it’s d-day and you get to see Jisoo in her wedding dress, readying herself to seal the vow of eternity, you suddenly get a wave of imaginary pictures of you at your own wedding. They’re overwhelming, they scare you a little, but, more importantly, they give you a rush of giddiness that you’ve never experienced in your life.

“What scares you?” She shoots right to the point, and you open your mouth to say something–anything, but nothing comes out because you really don’t know what does. She seems to get this, so she changes her question to one far more fitting. “What makes you think you’re not ready?”

But you keep your silence. Because now that you think about it… nothing does.

Were you really not ready?

Or did you just think marrying him was just obvious?

“Nothing?” She smiles knowingly and squeezes your hands. “Maybe you’re more ready than you thought you were, then.”

[✾✾✾]

“What was that?” Wonwoo asks once you’ve settled beside him on the bed, fresh out of the shower. It’s almost 2AM now, Jinyoung’s wedding celebration ended just a few hours ago. But between being an immediate family and the after party for the youngsters, you and Wonwoo barely make it to the hotel room they’ve booked for you.

“What was what?” You know what he’s asking, but you’re still a little tipsy from all the drinks and you feel like playing dumb. You have all the time in the world, anyway.

You sneak your arms around his middle and lean against his chest, your ear right where his heart is at. The two of you really should be sleeping, if only because you’re dead tired and you’re sleepy; but none of you feel like doing so for some reason, so you’re just sitting there against the headboard of your bed, a blanket covering your bottom half as you cuddle with each other.

“You cried during the wedding.”

“Duh.” You bury yourself further into him. “It’s a wedding.”

He chuckles regardless, then drops a kiss on top of your head and rephrases his question. “You don’t usually cry at weddings, princess. Anything you wanna tell me?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. You look up and plant your chin on his chest to look up at him, the position is uncomfortable, but Wonwoo steals a kiss that you happily return. You spend a few moments just like that, sharing a lazy kiss that’s not going to lead anywhere.

If you hadn’t known Wonwoo since you were a kid, and if you hadn’t been practically living with him, you’d probably be thinking about how lucky you’d be if you got the chance to wake up next to him in the morning.

But you already do. You wake up to him everyday, and he’s not always the most handsome during then, sometimes he’s even borderline annoying, but you love him anyway and he’s still the most beautiful person in your world.

You’re not taking his love for granted, but if there’s anything you’re sure of in this world, you’re sure about your love for him and his love for you.

“You’re really not going to tell me?” He whispers like it’s a secret, his lips barely away from yours.

You stare at him for a bit before you move to sit on his lap instead. If he’s surprised, Wonwoo doesn’t show it, but he happily lets you circle your arms around his neck while he puts his around your waist.

Time is a strange concept when you’re with him. You don’t know if it’s been seconds, minutes, or even hours, but you know that his eyes hold your galaxies and you’ll never get tired of drowning in them. Wonwoo doesn’t seem concerned though, which is yet another thing you love about him because he just seems to be able to translate your silence very well.

It’s then that you decide to break the serene moment.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

Your voice is small, barely even a whisper, but it's so clear to him like music that's only reserved for his ears and his ears only.

“Spend the rest of your life with me?”

Wonwoo blinks. Once, and then twice. And then he smiles and hugs you closer to kiss your forehead.

“I will even if you don’t ask me to.”

It’s 2 in the morning, you’re in your pajamas, and you don’t have any grand proposal up your sleeves but it’s okay because Wonwoo is always one step ahead than you are. And as he pulls away and gets off the bed to take something from his small luggage, you end up crying in the middle of the dusk when he slides the ring to your finger.

You can’t imagine a proposal better than this one; just you and him with no one to witness the magical moment that’s only reserved for you two, the city asleep and the moon high up in the sky.

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A/N: hi. just want to remind you that your words mean a lot to writers and i wanna remind you also that we're doing this for free. when i say i can't believe i have 3k followers, i don't mean it in an insecure way, i mean it in a way that: i barely have people who interact with me, what do you mean there are 3 thousand blogs here??? i think not even 10% of these blogs ever talk to me. but, at this point, this felt like talking to a wall and it gets discouraging. so i'm just... going to write whenever i feel like writing, and i'm considering to get rid of my tag list too while i'm at it. anyhow, thank you to those who always leave feedbacks and drop by from time to time, and i'm thankful for all of you still for taking your time to read this and my other works and i'll see you whenever i post smth again :)

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Everything Falls (Into Place) | 08

*Banner by the incredible @bangtansmauyeondan

Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader

Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut

Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?

Word Count: 1688

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"It's honestly amazing that you cook so much for everyone," you observed, looking at your grocery list. Jin smiled and shrugged as he pushed the grocery cart down the aisle.

"I don't mind, I like cooking. There's something satisfying about feeding people you care about."

"That makes sense," you agreed as you paused to grab a bottle of rice vinegar. "It's kind of like telling someone you love them without having to use words." You missed the way he paused and stared at your statement, and by the time you returned to the cart, he had recovered.

"Exactly," he said with a pleased grin. "You get it."

"Still, I'm sure it gets tiring sometimes. Especially since you're working on your MBA. Why business, by the way?"

"Just makes sense, my dad wants me to take over the company so it's kind of the logical course of action."

You stopped short at his statement. You hadn't really had many in depth conversations with the older man. The time you spent together revolved around cooking or commiserating over the effort it took to herd the younger boys (despite Taehyung and Jimin being the same age as you). He was kind, dramatic, full of corny jokes, and you suddenly realized you knew little else about him.

"Is that… does that make you sad?" You asked softly. He shook his head, smiling reassuringly at you.

"Nah, I don't mind it, honestly. And I get plenty of fulfillment from other things."

"It's too bad you weren't really able to explore other paths you might be interested in, but I'm glad you're still happy," you said earnestly. Jin patted you fondly on the head, touched by your kindness.

"My parents didn't force me to do it, I did it because I wanted to," he assured you.

"What a good son," you joked, relaxing. "And you take care of us so well too. Are you sure you're a real person?"

"I wonder sometimes," he agreed. "I mean, it doesn't make sense that a mere mortal could be this beautiful."

You burst out laughing at Jin's high opinion of himself. It wasn't exactly like he was wrong. The real mystery was how despite this self-assurance, any real compliment from anyone could turn him into a pink-faced mess. He was about as perfect a human being as was possible to exist, and yet he was also one of the kindest, gentlest people you had ever met.

"This is enough chicken to feed an army," you observed as the two of you piled meat into the cart. "So probably just enough."

"I'm sorry there's so much on the list, Festa weekend was actually supposed to be in two weeks but I had to ask the guys to move it," Jin explained apologetically. "This was the only weekend that still worked."

"What do you have going on?" You asked curiously, and a slight grimace marred his handsome face.

"Ah, a charity gala my parents wanted me to go to. I had forgotten about it, so it's my fault."

"You don't seem super excited," you noted, studying two packets of chicken to decide which was fresher.

"They're not horrible, but it's a lot of schmoozing with rich assholes. And I'm sure my parents will have a whole laundry list of girls they want to introduce me to."

"And they didn't pressure you into choosing business?" You asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow. If they were trying to fob rich heiresses onto their son it definitely seemed like there were at least some control issues there.

"Oh, it's not like that. They'd honestly be fine with anyone. They just really hope I'll hit it off with one of them, fall madly in love, and give them a ton of grandchildren." You snorted and he grinned at you. "They'd even be fine with a guy if we promised to adopt. They mean well, it's just tiring, honestly."

"I see," you mused. "It's too bad you can't just take a date so they back off."

You moved off toward the produce aisle, only to realize you were suddenly walking alone. You looked back to see Jin gaping at you.

"You okay, buddy?" You asked. "You're going to swallow a fly if you don't close your mouth."

"[Y/n]," he said, snapping his jaw shut and jogging towards you. He grabbed both of your hands in his. "My intelligent, wonderful, beautiful, genius wife."

Your eyes widened when you realized where this conversation was going, and began shaking your head rapidly.

"Oh no, no way."

"Yes. Yes way." He gazed at you beseechingly, and you floundered.

"I can't mingle with CEOs! I'd look like an idiot!" You protested feebly, fully aware that you were halfway convinced by those gorgeous brown eyes alone.

"Of course you can!" Jin insisted, still clutching your hands, and if you had any brain cells left you would have laughed at the fact that to any onlookers, you were looking like the recipient of a romantic confession. "My parents would already love you, I know it. You're perfect."

"Uh… I mean," you stammered, unable to come up with anything from the sudden white noise that had enveloped your brain. You're perfect echoed in your skull, making you wonder if there was anything other than open space in there at all. It was comical that Jin was completely aware of his good looks and yet totally oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking on your insides.

"Please?"

That was all it really took. Curse Kim Seokjin and his stupid gorgeous face and his sparkly eyes and the gentle way he was squeezing your hands.

"I… I don't have anything to wear," you finally said in defeat, and he beamed in triumph, giving a cute whoop that might have been embarrassing had you had the brain capacity to remember you were in public.

"We can go shopping!" He promised, smothering you in a hug and ugh, why did he have to smell so good and be so fucking broad?

"Plus it's an open bar."

"You should have led with that."

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"Fuck that. No. Absolutely not. Never." You said firmly, doing your best to ignore the puppy eyes being flashed at you by not just Jungkook, but Taehyung and Jimin as well.

"But if you vote for it, Hobi-hyung will have to agree," Jimin whined as the other two nodded their heads furiously.

"I refuse to participate in this Festa thing if the movie is the fucking Japanese version of The Ring," you declared, crossing your arms and avoiding their eyes. You were definitely not a fan of scary movies. In fact, you had once even screamed at the barely-worthy-of-the-term jump scare in Zootopia, an event that Jackson and Mina still brought up with humiliating frequency.

"Pleaaaase, [y/n]?" Jungkook had the audacity to whimper and hug your arm while he gave you a sad look calculated to decimate your resistance. You hesitated before firmly shaking your head, but that small moment of weakness was enough for the boys to pounce.

"We'll be with you the whole time! You can hold my hand if you get scared!" Jimin urged, interlacing his fingers with yours to demonstrate. He seemed to like doing that in general, and you suspected it was because yours were somehow smaller than his own baby hands. It was hard for you to mind when his grip was so warm and soft and perfect. Fuck whatever company made whatever lotion he was using. As if sensing your wavering morale, Taehyung made the finishing blow. "I'll bring you free coffee for a week."

Fuck. Well, at least when you peed yourself it wasn't going to be in your own clothes.

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"Are you really writing an entire research paper for him to proofread?"

You looked up from the dining table where you had been typing on your laptop, to see Yoongi watching you with his eyebrows raised.

"Uh… no?" you lied sheepishly, trying to hide the reference texts Namjoon had lent you.

It wasn't like you had intended to do this, but he had just been so excited when he brought them. The books themselves were actually quite interesting, and he had given you such great advice that it almost felt like a waste not to use it. He had looked so happy when he offered to proofread the end result that you, like an idiot, agreed. So here you were, writing a full-on essay for a class you weren't even taking. You couldn't even half ass it since it was Namjoon who was going to be reading it. Stupid dimples.

"Right," Yoongi deadpanned, completely unconvinced. You shrugged awkwardly, though you also eyed him in curiosity when he walked over. It wasn't really like him to seek out a conversation with you. Not that he was willfully rude, or anything, but you could tell it took him a while to warm up to people.

At first glance he seemed cold and aloof, but it didn't take much to realize he was anything but. When he was around the boys, that mask was gone, and you treasured each high-pitched laugh and gummy smile you were able to witness. Hobi in particular seemed to have a talent for cracking Yoongi's exterior, and there were a few times where the cat-like boy even matched the level of insane antics as the younger.

You liked that he wasn't one for idle words or promises, instead letting his surprisingly thoughtful actions speak for themselves. His sleepy voice was spine-tinglingly pleasant, and you often found yourself gazing at his beautiful hands, large and elegant and perfect for a pianist. You hoped that one day you would be close enough to have the courage to ask to hear him play.

"Here," he grunted, and dumped a small bag into your lap. Before you could respond, he was gone. You looked into the bag and grinned. Another raspberry danish. And a little tangerine? How surprisingly cute and on brand for the enigmatic Min Yoongi. You took a bite of the flaky pastry, and thought that perhaps that day was closer than you thought.

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BTS Fic Recs: July 2022

More than Us by @jeongi | KTH | Summary: Taehyung had always been the common thread in the capsule of your memories, your best friend until the very end. But the thoughts had always lingered; could the two of you ever be more than this? Tags: College au, roommate au, fluff, smut

By its Cover by @crystaljins | JHS | Summary: Your annoying little brother Jimin accepts a dare and summons a demon into your living room. There are multiple problems with this. 1) Demons are the most hated species on earth. 2) That demon happens to be Jung Hoseok, the most popular guy on campus 3) The fact that Jung Hoseok is a demon is his biggest secret and 4) Jung Hoseok hates your guts. You’re in for a wild ride. Tags: Demon au, fantasy au, enemies to lovers au

Wrapped Together by @lemonjoonah | KNJ | Summary: Despite your best efforts to keep your head down, to self-preserve and endure what will no doubt be the worst Christmas of your life, you are still roped into volunteering for the hospital’s annual gift wrap fundraiser. The enticing factor that lured you out? The promise of a new shift partner, Kim Namjoon. Though your first day together starts off with a slight miscalculation of his skills for wrapping, he soon becomes your essential ally in the fight to get through this lonely holiday season. Tags: Christmas au, smut

When Fire Meets Frost by @luxekook | KTH | Summary: just like a bad holiday song, you gave taehyung your heart last christmas. only in this scenario, he broke it eight months later. now you’re both back at that same damn holiday party where you first met one year ago and you’re just praying for you and your heart to leave in one piece. Tags: Exes au, angst, smut, fluff, Christmas au

Third Wheeling by @untaemedqueen | MYG | Summary: Min Yoongi is a strict man. Time is money to the CEO of Kisung Connected. He isn’t interested in conventional things or wastes of time. He’s an asshole. But, you didn’t realize until it was too late. Until you met him at the club and it changed your life forever. Tags: CEO au, strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, angst

Matters of the Hearts by @hobidreams | JHS | Summary: it seems not even the passage of half a decade can diminish the hold of Mr. Jung’s charms on your heart. but the rumors that welcome you home speak of his imminent marriage to an heiress, one who bests you in every infuriating, ‘ladylike’ fashion. just how, then, are you meant to interpret the undeniable sparks of desire in his eyes? Tags: Victorian au, smut

The Holi-date by @kpopfanfictrash | KTH | Summary: When your ex-boyfriend becomes engaged to his new girlfriend at your annual Holiday party, you admittedly are not in the best place. Which explains why you down six shots of alcohol, enthusiastically drop it low on the dance floor and – oh, yeah – tell everyone you are also dating someone. The only problem? You are obviously not. Good thing your neighbor happens to be cute and in need of a ride to work every morning. Tags: Fake dating au, neighbor au

Belong by @v-hope | KTH | Summary: one year to prove you can fend for yourself. one year to keep your parents from making the most important life decision for you. one year to still carry the perfect life for the media whilst carrying a simpler one for yourself... and way less than one year for you to realise you belong in the latter, with that cynical new roommate of yours. Tags: Artist au, heiress au, fluff, angst, social media au, enemies to lovers au, roommate au, arranged marriage au

A Court of Curses by @readyplayerhobi | JHS | Summary: For millennia, the vampires and witches have hated one another and war has raged between the two. When tensions flare up once more and spill into neutral land, peace is forced upon the two by the faeries. The price of peace sees the Witch Queen married to the Vampire Prince. One hundred years later, how have things changed? Tags: Vampire au, witch au, smut, angst, fluff

Jungle Park by @jimlingss | JHS | Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah…once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED* Tags: Fluff, coworker au

Foreverland by @jimlingss | KSJ | Summary: Just because you’re nineteen doesn’t mean you aren’t still a CHILD! So why does everyone want you to grow up so badly?! Is it so wrong to not want to work? To get married?! And for heaven’s sake, you’ll wed anyone but boring Namjoon! Little do you know, a certain fairy boy’s about to grant your wish and whisk you far away from this nightmare. Tags: Fluff, angst, peter pan au

The Singularity Theory by @dovechim | MYG | Summary: in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong. but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life? Tags: Fluff, smut

Midnight Confessions by @snackhobi | JHS | Summary: having hoseok as your best friend and co-host for your web series is a dream come true. the only hitch? you’re kind of in love with him, and it’s getting harder to ignore that fact, even if he doesn’t feel the same for you. Tags: Fluff, smut, pining, friends to lovers

Alive Aha... Fxck by @softyoongiionly | MYG | Summary: An abandoned apartment in your building caught your attention the day you moved in. With a mind full of conspiracy theories, you’ve spent many hours contemplating what might be behind the door of Room 17. Your neighbor, Yoongi, doesn’t seem as eager as you are to solve the mystery but he agrees to help you break in anyway to get you to finally shut up about it. Also, he may or may not think you’re kinda cute. However, the two of you get more than you bargain for when you discover something dangerous is living right next door; Little do you know that this something has quite a lot in common with your snarky neighbor… Tags: Vampire au, neighbor au, soulmate au, supernatural, fluff, angst, smut

Portraits of a Tiger by @softyoongiionly | MYG | Summary: Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth. And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature. Tags: Smut, fluff, angst

Angel atop a Prickly Tree by @randombtsprincessa | JHS | Summary: When you’re homebound during Christmas, your holiday cheer and belief in miracles is unparalleled. Planning the holiday festival this year was surely going to be the highlight of your ear. However meeting Jung Hoseok, billionaire krank was definitely not on your list. Determined to save the fest, you work with him, learn with him until the cold winds blow and your little bubble is rudely burst. Will you be able to retain your spirits with Hoseok, or is it time to grow out of your stockings? Tags: Fluff, angst, smut

Flatmates by @taleasnewastime | JHS | Summary: You need to find a spare room after deciding to move out of your flat that you share with your best friend and her boyfriend. Stumbling upon an advert for a room that seems almost too good to be true, you decide for once to not overthink and go for it. But who is the mystery flatmate you are now living with that you hardly see? Tags: Fluff, angst

Crashing Into You by @taleasnewastime | JHS | Summary: It all started because you got hit off your bike, not generally the start of a good story, and yet it’s where yours starts. Though you’re still not entirely sure if yours is a good story; it hasn’t been good till this point. Hoseok, the man that crashed into you seemed nice enough the few times you’ve met him and over text, but now, you’re not so sure. All the signs seem to be pointing at the fact that maybe he isn’t the smart businessman you thought he was. Tags: Mafia au, smut, angst, fluff

Saudade by @luffles424 | KNJ | Summary: Until now, you’d always thought that your memories of the man who lived in the woods behind your childhood home where just that, the imaginings of a bored child with too much imagination and a love of books. But a chance trip back to visit your grandparents proves that maybe he wasn’t imaginary at all. Tags: Supernatural au, fluff, angst, smut

The Bodyguard by @rmnamjoons | KNJ | Summary: You’re the daughter of the ambassador to a small, peaceful, barely-on-the-map country in Western Europe, working as a diplomat to help your mother with her endless meetings and politics. After a kidnapping attempt gone wrong, you and your protective bodyguard Namjoon are on the run across Europe, jumping from trains, stealing cars, and pretending to be a couple on your honeymoon to stay hidden. As the would-be kidnappers close in, Namjoon promises you that he’s going to keep you safe, no matter the cost. Tags: Bodyguard au, smut

Under your Spell by @rmnamjoons | KNJ | Summary: You’re a garden witch running a potion business and plant shop, and you might just have a tiny crush on the non-magical man running the bookstore next door. Namjoon is sweet, cute, and handsome, and he actually seems to like you back — but just as the two of you start falling for each other, an evil witch puts a curse on him: unless Namjoon falls in love with her instead, he will break anything he touches forever. Tags: Witch au, fluff, smut

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Two Suns and A Star [chapter 1, Din Djarin / f!reader)

Summary: Y/N, a young heiress of House Vosa from Tatooine, has been kidnapped and her family is desperate to bring her home. Her family hires Din Djarin, a skilled bounty hunter, to find and bring her home.

As Din sets out on his mission, he discovers that Y/N is not only a valuable hostage but he has to navigate the treacherous criminal underworld of Tatooine, where danger and betrayal lurk around every corner, to reunite Y/N with her family.

Characters: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Chapter: 1 / 10?

A/N: Yeah, I don't know. This may be a bit of AU-ish. I'm sorry if the first chapter is a bit fast-moving, as it is basically just setting up the story. Please enjoy the first chapter of "Two Suns and A Star". Let me know what you think of it!

Chapter 2 will be up on May 28th - due to amount of school and work I haven't had time to finish chapter 2. I'm sorry for the delay, being full-time student at the university and having a full-time job has been lately stressing and taking my time way too much. Chapter 2 is almost written and I need to proof-read it after that and maybe do some editing. It's on it's way but I want it to be perfect.

Two Suns And A Star

Chapter 1:

Din Djarin stood before the head of House Vosa, a wealthy and powerful family from Tatooine. The elder man, wearing golden robes with blue embellishments, sat on an ornate chair with his two sons, the heirs of the family, standing stoically by his side. The room was guarded by a group of golden-masked guardians, ready to act at a moment's notice should the bounty hunter pose a threat. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and authority, the walls adorned with valuable artifacts and fine art.

Y/N, a young heiress of the family, had been kidnapped during the local festival. Her family was desperate as there weren't enough clues to point who could be behind the action so the family reached out for Din. He knew that his reward for completing this mission would be more than enough to cover the much-needed maintenance for his ship, Razor Crest. Last job had been hard and unfortunately his ship had taken the most of the damage. Din knew he was no expert at fixing the ship, that was in dire need of repairs. Currently, it was held together with little more than duct tape and extra welding.

"Find my precious little flower and bring her home," the elder man commanded with a weary voice. Din nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Do you have any leads, any information about the kidnappers?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of deception. The elder Vosa shook his head. "None. We have searched high and low, but there's nothing. We fear for Y/N's safety."

Trust no one. Words echoed in Din's head as he looked at the two heirs of the family, who seemed to be just as worried as their father. Turning his gaze back to the head of the house, Din nodded.

"I will do my best to find her and bring her back safely," he said, his voice firm. The elder Voss nodded. "We trust in your abilities, bounty hunter. Do not fail us."

With that, Din turned to leave. As he walked out of the room, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this kidnapping than meets the eye.

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Alyena, Y/N's lady-in-waiting was sitting on a small couch, squeezing a handkerchief in her trembling hands. Her dark pink dress seemed to accentuate her red cheeks even more. Din sat down on a small wooden chair opposite the couch. “Tell me about the festival. Was it Y/N’s idea to go there?”

Dark-haired girl nodded a bit as she spoke in a hushed voice. “It is our tradition to go to the Festival of the Desert Bloom every year. You know Tatooine is a desert planet and there’s not many flowers here that could survive in this environment except some cacti and desert flowers. The festival celebrates the short but beautiful blooming period of the desert flowers. It’s… amazing. Y/N loves the atmosphere of the festival, the crowds, the colors, the music…”

Alyena’s voice hitched a bit when mentioning Y/N’s name and for a moment Din waited that the girl would start hysterical crying. Again. But she took couple of deep breaths before continuing. “She usually likes to spend her time on the library reading or walk on the small garden her father built for her mother. But sometimes we go to the city, for shopping and exploring. Her father makes sure there’s always at least two guards with us if we go outside. Like on the festival.”

“Tell me about the guards. How many were there?” Alyena’s expression turned uneasy, but she tried to hide it with a weak smile. “There were four guards, including the captain of the guard.” “Did they notice anything unusual? Did they see or hear anything that could help us find Y/N?” Din asked, looking at the young woman. Alyena shook her head. “I’m afraid not, they were with us the whole time. Captain Thomart escorted us, and three other guardians were within a reach, keeping watch.” Din narrowed his eyes slightly behind the helmet. “Are you sure about that?” Alyena hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes, I’m sure. We were together the whole time.”

Din studied Alyena’s face carefully, trying to read her expression. He had already talked with the guards, but he wanted to hear Alyena’s version of what had happened. Din wasn’t convinced that she was telling the truth either, but he didn’t want to push too hard just yet. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Do you remember anyone that Y/N talked to at the festival? Maybe someone who seemed suspicious or out of place?” Alyena shook her head again. “No, I don’t remember anyone like that. Y/N was mostly interested in the flowers and the fabrics, she didn’t talk to many people.”

Din sighed, feeling a little bit frustrated. He had hoped that Alyena would be able to provide some useful information, but it seemed like she was either holding back or genuinely didn’t know anything. “Is there anything else you could remember? Anything can remember would be useful.”

The girl sat quiet a moment, before lifting her gaze. “Y/N’s dress was scarlet and gold. She picked the color from Sunsand Scarlet, her favorite flower. She stood out from the crowd. Everyone else was also wearing colorful clothes, but her colors were a different and so vivid… There was this one vendor who sold flowers. The old man said something like she looked good in red and gave Y/N a single sandy as gift.”

“A sandy?”

Alyena nodded, frowning a little. “Yes, Sands of Deception, the one with pink and white petals and thorns. We call them sandies. It’s pretty little flower but usually it’s not given as a gift because the name is a bit… Ominous. My grandmother used to say that getting sandies was a bad luck.”

It was an odd detail, but not so unusual. There could be a reasonable explanation for that, Din thought. Maybe the vendor was gifting the first flower he got on his hands. Or maybe he wanted to get rid of them and gave them everyone. With the name and reputation like that, even Din would think twice before buying sandies.

“Thank you for your time, Alyena. If you think of anything else that could help us find Y/N, please let me know.”

Alyena nodded, her eyes downcast. “I will, I promise.”

Din got up from the chair and made his way out of the room, deep in thought. He needed to find more leads, and fast. Y/N’s life could be in danger, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to her on his watch.

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It was cold and dark. The only light source in this tiny cell were the stars above, shining from the small window near the ceiling. Y/N snuggled up with old grey blanket to get more comfortable, but it wasn’t easy with the heavy cuffs on her sore wrists. Y/N tried to shift her position, but the hard concrete floor beneath her offered no respite. She had woken up suddenly, dreaming about something… something bad. In the dream, there had been shadow figurines and monsters. She had found herself standing next to a man wearing beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

Dream had been full of shadows, monsters, something bad, she had sensed it. In the dream Y/N stood beside the man with a beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

She couldn't remember much else about the dream, but the feeling of fear and danger lingered on. Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It was just a dream, she reminded herself. But even as she tried to convince herself of this, she could still feel the safety and comfort she had felt next to the man in the beskar armor.

Who was the man? She didn’t know anyone wearing armor like that, only heard stories. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to recall the dream but it was pointless. The memory of the bizarre dream was already fading. It was only a dream – a bad dream, nonetheless. Y/N shuddered, pulling the thin blanket closer to her chest. The dream may have been just her imagination, but the sense of foreboding it left behind was all too real.

Y/N sighed heavily, shivering in the chilly air. Or maybe she was shivering because of the concussion she got when captors tossed her in the cell. The throbbing pain in her head was getting worse again and Y/N didn’t dare to move any more as the dizziness took over once again.

She wished for something to occupy her mind, but all she could do was stare up at the stars above and wonder if anyone out there was thinking of her. Memories of her past flooded her mind, both happy and painful, and she struggled to push them away. Her friends and family, were they looking for her? Fear and worry twisted her stomach, but she refused to give in to tears. Her captors wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing her break down. Y/N Vosa was raised better than that.

Y/N was determined to stay strong, to be brave even in the face of fear. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to find a way to escape the present moment. The dream world seemed like the only way out, a place where she could be free from her captivity and pain, both physical and mental.

As she lay there in the dark, she could hear faint noises from outside the cell. Voices and footsteps, someone was nearby. Y/N tensed up, wondering if it was her captors or perhaps a potential rescuer. She tried to focus on the sounds, straining her ears to make out what was being said. It was difficult to hear anything with the thick metal door muffling the noise, but she could tell that there were at least two voices. One was gruff and menacing, the other was more measured and calmer. The voices grew closer and Y/N could make out more of what they were saying. Reward. Girl. Promise.

She strained to listen, hoping for any clue as to what was happening outside her cell, but it seemed the arguing stopped as quick as it had started. She heard the footsteps come closer and closer until they stopped right in front of her cell. Suddenly, there was a loud metallic clang and the door to her cell swung open, flooding the room with bright light. Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness that made her head feel like exploding. And then she saw a man she didn’t recognize.

A tall, muscular man with a long scar running down his cheek stepped inside the cell, holding a plate. He was wearing all black, the only colorful detail was the red symbol in his left arm. The man approached her slowly, his steps cautious as he assessed her condition. Y/N held her breath, unsure of what to expect. She was back-to-back with wall, nowhere to escape.

Instead, man set the plate next to her, before taking a step back. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the pain in her head and the hunger in her stomach made her squirm and man saw that. "Eat, it will help you feel better," the man said with a quiet voice. She couldn’t recognize the food on the plate but the bread on the side looked freshly baked. As her stomach crumbled, Y/N reach out with her cuffed hands and took the bread from the plate. The bread was still warm, golden crust crispy when she tore off a piece and chew it slowly. It tasted like a homemade. The man watched her, his eyes unreadable.

"Who are you?" Y/N asked, tearing more pieces into her mouth. The man hesitated for a moment before answering. "Just someone who made a promise." With that, he turned and left the cell, closing the door behind him and with that, she was left alone once again.

Y/N finished the last bite of bread and felt a sense of warmth and comfort spread through her body. The man's simple gesture had given her a flicker of hope that she could hold onto. She leaned back against the wall, feeling her eyes grow heavy with fatigue. As she closed her eyes, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. The memories of her past and the uncertainty of her future faded away as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. She dreamed of the man in the beskar armor, of standing beside him as they fought off monsters and shadows. She felt safe and protected in his presence, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

-- Din had made his way back to the Razor Crest, his mind still preoccupied with Y/N’s kidnapping. It felt good to be back on familiar ground after his encounter with Alyena. Something about her had made him uneasy, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside for now. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus on that.

He walked over to his equipment cabinet, opening it and beginning to gather his gear. His hands moved with practiced ease, pulling out weapons and ammunition, checking and double-checking to make sure everything was in working order. He couldn't afford any mistakes on this mission - not when innocent one’s safety was on the line. Din took a deep breath and tried to push aside his concerns. He knew he needed to focus on his mission: find the vendor who had given flowers to Y/N and track down any leads that might help him locate her. He quickly gathered his gear, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.

As he was about to close the cabinet, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind him. He turned to see Grogu reaching for one of his weapons. "Grogu, no," Din warned, scooping the little creature up in his arms. "That's not a toy."

Din carefully placed Grogu on the nearby bench, watching as the little one cooed contentedly. He turned back to the task at hand, struggling to locate a specific device in his equipment. As he fumbled with the stubborn cabinet, he heard a voice - a soft, unfamiliar voice. "I don't think you're doing it right."

Din spun around, his blaster already drawn and aimed, but there was no one else in sight except for Grogu. The little one cooed softly, seemingly unfazed by the situation. Confused, Din lowered his weapon slightly, searching the space around him for any signs of danger. That's when he noticed a figure forming in front of him - a flickering and translucent figure. Instinctively, Din stepped in front of the bench, shielding Grogu and aiming his blaster at the forming figure. He couldn't help but feel on edge - how was this possible? He didn't have a projector here. "Dank farrik," he muttered under his breath. As the figure became more solid, Din realized that it was a girl, a stranger with warm eyes and an easy smile. He couldn't help but be startled by her sudden appearance. Grogu cooed softly as he looked up at the flickering figure. He didn't seem scared, but rather curious. Din watched as the little one reached out a small hand towards the girl, as if trying to touch her. Din tensed, ready to protect him, if necessary, but the girl didn't seem to pose any threat. Still, he kept his blaster trained on her.

"Who are you?" Din demanded, keeping his blaster trained on her. "What are you doing here?" The girl's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of confusion. "I don't understand," she said. "You're the one who brought me here."

"I didn't bring anyone here," Din said firmly his grip on his blaster still tight. "And I don't appreciate unexpected guests. Now, who are you and how did you get here?"

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