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Woo, reveals are out!

Everyone’s fics were so good once again!

SECOND DEADLINE REVEALS ARE UP!

Here it is, the authors reveals for our second deadline of our fest, and the official conclusion of the first edition of our fest!

We are so happy about all the engagement and love you have showed us!! We are so grateful for it and we hope to come back for a second edition too. For now we declare our fest over, but we will still accept post-fest submissions (more details will be added later on this week.)

From this moment on, the authors mentioned in this post will be able to promote their creations however they like! You are free to post your work on your own social media and we will promote it alongside the reveal of your fic. You can include moodboards or other creative images in your promotion! Just be sure to tag the fest in some way.

If instead you didn’t have the chance to look through the creations revealed, now it’s a great time to do it. Give them some love and share the ones you loved more!

From next week, the blog will restart our weekly recs friday and wips wednesday, plus our games. And look out for this weekend because we will drop some content to celebrate the end of our first edition!

Now let’s dive in!

☆ I Bring You With Reverent Hands by Aigoo (Tara) @aigoos

[Explicit - 5,067 w]

It is supposed to be an easy mission on Lenahra, but things go haywire when Master Anakin Skywalker’s unknown microchip is damaged and causes him to present as an omega. He needs to mate or he will die, is what Padawan Kenobi is told, and the young alpha has to make a choice with the man he’s loved for years.

☆ Eight of Cups by Exonerin @exonerin

[Explicit - 40,058 w - chapters 8/8]

Anakin’s knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it’s disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin’s convinced Qui-Gon’s trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan’s Padawan. Really, there’s no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

☆ Untethered Tongues by ashes0909 @ashes0909

[Explicit - 5,851 w]

“Thank god you got off my lap. You stink more than a trash compactor.” Anakin laughs like he’s said the most amazing joke in the entire galaxy. “The only person I want in my lap is a bit tied up at the moment.” Obi-Wan freezes. Anakin freezes. Then turns a spectacular shade of red. Korrax laughs. “The truth serum always works quick.”

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

OWK Obi-Wan accidentally time travels back to TCW era, Post-Rako Ardeen arc, hours before Anakin broke up with him that day. He plans to stop that from happening.

☆ Tame ART by @blue-lumen15 (also on ao3)

[Mature - Fanart]

post-ROTS mustafar fight anakin/vader, limbs chopped off, is immediately saved by obi-wan.

☆ Kalos Kagathos by intermundia @intermundia

[Explicit - 7,220 w]

At the Battle of Potidaea in 432 BC, Anakin Skywalker and his former tutor Obi-Wan Kenobi served together as hoplites in the phalanx, sharing a tent and meals, living side by side. During the siege, Obi-Wan was drawn by Anakin into a relationship where erotic attention and physical intimacy is mixed into their old, strong mentorship bond. After returning to Athens at the end of the summer campaign season, Obi-Wan distanced himself, refusing to put Anakin’s reputation at risk. Anakin doesn’t take rejection well, and refuses to give up on their love without a fight. He acts out, making Obi-Wan jealous, and gets what he wants in the end: Obi-Wan’s cock inside him.

☆ Tethered and Bound by jiminthestreets_bonesinthesheets @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

[Explicit - 20,241 w - chapters 6/6]

Anakin and Obi-wan can never catch a break, and this mission is no different. Unfortunately this time their misfortune comes in the form of three Dathomiri witch sisters, a seemingly unbreakable spell with a potentially fatal outcome, a very short time frame, and an extremely oblivious Jedi Master.

☆ After School Special by hopeforchange

[Explicit - 23,618 w]

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There’s only one lie he can’t pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

♥ Ama'ya’s Dance by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 2,162 w - chapters 1/?]

Jedi Dragonrider Anakin Skywalker never expected his Dragon would rise during a planetary battle of all places. Or that his Master’s would answer her call. With the sacred bond between Dragon and Rider extending to shared mating dances, Anakin and Obi-Wan are repeatedly forced to confront the ways their Master-Padawan relationship has changed since Anakin was knighted.

♥ Home by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 3,609 w - chapters 2/?]

Fleeing a dark past, single omega parent Anakin Skywalker moves back to Coruscant in the hopes of giving his young family a fresh start. Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi has just returned to teaching his kindergarten class after a whirlwind year abroad that ended in disaster. A second chance at love was something neither of them expected.

☆ My Son; My light by Snuggles_in_a_Starfighter

[Explicit - 4,541 w]

Prompt fill! Single father Obi-wan has spent the past 17 years making sure his beloved boy is raised happy and though they’ve struggled a bit making ends meet when Anakin was younger, Obi-wan always tried his best to make sure he could give everything he could to Anakin. Nowadays, his baby is nearly all grown up and getting offers from universities all across the country, and he’s not feeling ready for the empty nest. To his surprise, his boy doesn’t want to leave his daddy, ever, Anakin decides to seduce the only man who’s ever made him happy into his childhood bed.

☆ Too Hot To Handle by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

[Explicit - 3,607 w]

Obi-Wan and Anakin are in a tight spot. It’s even worse when Anakin suddenly presents as an omega.

♥ Lace by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 1,891 w - chapters 1/2]

When Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent undercover to a high-end slave auction for a vital mission, Obi-Wan had thought it would be a straightforward affair. He hadn’t counted on the lingerie.

♥ the muse: pleasure in bloom by boguspreston & innominatta (ineptia)

[Explicit - 4,166 w - chapters 1/8]

What would the artist focus on? Because so far, Obi-Wan had surprised him. The artist had focused on the sharp of his Adam’s apple, the muscularity of his back, the sullen scowl of his brow. Anakin didn’t know what he’d expected, unsure what about him would be defined as beautiful or interesting. He knew, faintly, that he was considered attractive, and that the artist was too, but if he analysed it, he came up empty. With the belt off, his jeans fell to the ground. Or, Obi-Wan is an artist who finds his muse.

☆ Serendipity by Darkwhisperings @dark--whisperings

[Explicit - 6,032 w]

An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident.

☆ The Divinely Made by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

[Explicit - 6,142 w]

Anakin has a choking kink. Or, until Obi-Wan decides he doesn’t.

♥ Electric Buzzing on Your Fingertips by deathbyobiwan @deathbyobiwan

[Explicit - 3,656 w - chapters 1/2]

As his Padawan grows into a man, Obi-Wan begins to be driven mad by the amount of unwanted attention that he receives. So does Anakin — the only upside is his former Master's increasingly displeased reactions. Surely it's not Anakin's fault, then, when he starts flirting with his suitors just to see what Obi-Wan will do?

♥ Like mine by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker

[Explicit - 3,027 w - chapters 1/2]

Anakin has never known his own scent after presenting as an alpha. Jedi use blockers to protect themselves from the dangerous pulls of instinct,and the even more dangerous pull of scenting one’s soulmate. More importantly he’s never known Obi-Wan’s scent. An important treaty with a culture who outlaw scent blockers changes everything.

♥ Curriculum Vitae by StrangeLilBat

[Explicit - 2,948 w - chapters 1/3]

Relationships come and go for Anakin Skywalker like the changing of seasons. Not by his choice, but through some cruel trick of the universe, he supposes. Enter Obi-Wan Kenobi - actor, millionaire, and all around good guy who also hasn't had much luck with his past endeavours. Will their relationship finally be the one they've been waiting and hoping for?

☆ the taste is oh so sweet by amadwinter @amadwinter

[Mature - 3,209 w]

Obi-Wan’s unimpressed glare wasn’t enough to shake Anakin’s resolve, nor was the purse of his frown, the way he folded his arms tightly over his chest, or how he looked seconds away from biting Anakin’s head off. Anakin knew what he had to do. What they had to do. He just hoped his racing pulse didn’t betray his true feelings. “I want you to feed from me directly.” Obi-Wan hasn't taken very well to his new diet after becoming a vampire. He would rather suffer in silence. Anakin won't let him.

☆ This Sacred Skin by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

[Explicit - 6,069 w]

Obi-Wan never knew Anakin could look good in white. Or, that he would lose his mind over it.

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

First part of a obikin Agatha Christie style adaptation

♥ designed for cruelty by spitfired @spitefyre

[Explicit - 1,937 w - chapters 1/?]

And maybe the world was ending, maybe he was losing his mind. His gums ached and his vision was swimming. From the back of his throat, he choked out a growl, a groaning whine of need and confusion. But Anakin was by his side, and so he was sure they would be okay in the end. Or: In which Obi-Wan and Anakin are not alphas or omegas, because those don‘t exist. And then suddenly, they are, because why not?

♥ How Civilised by Quastake

[Explicit - 1,557 w - chapters 1/?]

Anakin thinks he’s ready to be knighted. His master, Mace Windu, does not agree. To prove himself, Anakin challenges a strange creature that has been kidnapping civilians. However, his normally flawless strategy of attack first, ask questions later may not be so solid after all.

☆ So Good For Me by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

[Explicit - 3,854 w]

Obi-Wan wondered if it was possible for someone to lose their mind over being denied an orgasm.

♥ A slip of the tongue by Viraha @virahaus

[Explicit - 1,835 w - chapters 1/2]

Two years after the end of the Clone Wars and the unmasking of Sidious' identity, Obi-Wan and Anakin are in what other people would call their 'honeymoon phase'. It would be better if they'd actually listened to Mace's advice and took a vacation months ago instead of thinking about it now, for the all the other Jedi peace of mind. After all, Obi-Wan (and half the jedi council) is about to discover what an half asleep, half horny Anakin is capable of to keep the attention of his Master on him all day long. Or, what happens when Anakin calls Obi-Wan 'daddy' in public and pretends to not know what he's doing.

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 months

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Hello dear obikins, and welcome to our second day of submissions for our second deadline!

We a nice little batch for you on our ao3 collection today, so feast on these wonderful creations. Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation!

twitter thread here.

Tethered and Bound by Anonymous

After School Special by Anonymous

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There's only one lie he can't pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

and we have an update!

Chapter 3 of Eight of Cups is up!

Anakin's knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin's and Obi-Wan's problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it's disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin's convinced Qui-Gon's trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan's Padawan. Really, there's no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

If you’d like to speculate on who the authors are, join us in our discord server to chat!

For previous submissions click here or go directly to our ao3 collection for the whole two days worth of amazing submissions!

#obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #darth vader #vaderwan #obikin recs #obikin fic #obikin events #obikin fest

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 months

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Alright, so Cutie Pie as my next BL? Thoughts? Worth the watch?

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 months

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List 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people who liked/reblogged something from you. Get to know your followers and mutuals!

Awe thank you lovely, I love to play these! ❤

So five things would be, currently...

1) writing (both fics and my original novels)

2) music, particularly into ateez and stray kids right now

3) tv, obviously I've been super into the thai bl's lately lol

4) my best friends kids, two beautiful nieces and two very handsome nephews ❤

5) and I've been spending a lot more time with my family recently, especially after my moms surgery going well and her getting better, so it's been making me very happy to be with them so much lately :)

Thanks for asking! ❤

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 2 months

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I just finished KinnPorsche last night, and omg it was sooooo good, I was so happy with the ending, though I wish there was more! So, I'm gonna make more!

The fic writing has officially begun! And so, for the sake of the fic and everything I have planned, were going to pretend that the entire Tawan plot line never happened, so Big and Ken are still alive, Ken is not a bad guy hes good and still works for kinns family, and theres going to be a female OC who comes in as the daughter of the american branch that kinns father set up years ago through a close friend and colleague of his. Pete and vegas will also be included because I loved them!! And kim is going to be grovelling at porchays feet because he dun fucked up and now he has to fix it lol

So yeah, lots planned and I'm SO excited to write and post XD I hope its enjoyed ❤

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 months

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Made some good headway on chapter one today, and I have to say, the opening to this fic is just.... MMMMM!!!!!

I just finished KinnPorsche last night, and omg it was sooooo good, I was so happy with the ending, though I wish there was more! So, I'm gonna make more!

So yeah, lots planned and I'm SO excited to write and post XD I hope its enjoyed ❤

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 months

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After the devastating ending that I know is coming on tonight ep of the sign, isnthere supposed to be another special ep being released after that or have I been fooled? Or did my brain possibly make it up??

#the sign the series #the sign bl #the sign #babe tanatat #billy patchanon #phaya x tharn #tharn x phaya #tharnphaya #yai #thai drama #thailand #thai bl #thai bl drama #thai series #thai actors #billybabe #dear god help me #the thai bls are KILLING me

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 months

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I just finished KinnPorsche last night, and omg it was sooooo good, I was so happy with the ending, though I wish there was more! So, I'm gonna make more!

So yeah, lots planned and I'm SO excited to write and post XD I hope its enjoyed ❤

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 months

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Love Beyond the Black - CH 4

Fandom: Ateez Rating: Mature Pairing: Jung Wooyoung/Choi San, with a little bit of Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa sprinkled in AO3 Masterlist

Summary: Wooyoung is the son of a merchant sailor for the King, one of his best. He is coming of age to prepare to take his fathers place as the captain, and so his father takes him on his first sail. After nearly facing death in a raging storm at sea, Wooyoung and his father make port at their destination. Not long after their arrival Wooyoung finds a boy washed up on sea, still alive, and the most gorgeous thing he has ever laid his eyes on. He is instantly entranced by him, taken by this boy with no memory of where he came from or why he had been washed up on shore. Wooyoung couldn't have cared any less about the unanswered questions, but how will he feel when he finds out the boy he has so very quickly fallen in love with turns out to be one of the most revered pirates to have ever sailed the seas?

*** MY WORK IS NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION. THOUGH REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER LOVED AND APPRECIATED! THANKS FAM!***

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Chapter four

The ship was still in need of repairs, but Wooyoung couldn't have cared any less. He was certainly in no rush to get back out to sea, and things had honestly been quite good lately. They’d been stuck in Nero for over a week, and where normally Wooyoung would be dying to get home, he didn't care if they never left.

Over the last week, he'd spent almost all of it with San. There wasn't much they could do down at the docks while the ship was being repaired, so they spent their time walking through the town or laying in the fields beyond the kingdom walls. Sometimes they merely stayed in their room all day and laid side by side, San’s hand on Wooyoung’s hip while Wooyoung ran his hands down San’s face and chest and arms. It was perfection, bliss, and Wooyoung never wanted it to end.

Today was one of their stay in bed days. They had woken tangled in each other's arms and legs, and for the sixth night in a row Wooyoung had woken from a full night's sleep, not a single plaguing nightmare. The day had passed while they laid there together, talking and wasting the day away.

Wooyoung had gotten up in the late evening, and made his way down to the kitchen to gather some food for himself and San. On his way back he passed his father’s room. The door was slightly open and voices were coming from inside. One he knew was his fathers and the second sounded like his new chief mate. He stopped to listen, curious as to if they were speaking about the state of the ship and if they would be forced to leave soon.

From the crack of the door he could see his father leaned back in a chair, his feet crossed in front of him while he spoke. "The ship should be ready any day now, so ensure the crew is ready to leave at a moment's notice. As soon as the ship is ready I would like to return home, we've been far too long away."

"Yes sir," the new chief mate answered, "and what of this boy Wooyoung found washed up along shore? Have you decided what to do with him? I assume his memories have still yet to return?"

His father was silent for a moment, Wooyoung could see him scratching his fingers over his chin in thought. Then he leaned forward and planted both feet firmly on the ground before he answered, "I shall take him with me, as I promised. He has been a good friend to Wooyoung during our time here and has kept very close to him, seems to want to protect him."

"As he should. Your boy saved his life."

His father smiled and then leaned back again. "How can I deny him when he treats Wooyoung the way he does? So he will come home with us, live with us, and should his memory return and it so happens that he has a family waiting on him somewhere else, then we will return him to them. Until then he is welcomed with us."

"Wooyoung will be happy then," the chief mate smiled, "good thing the boy didn't turn out to be the pirate you feared he could have been."

Before Wooyoung's father had a chance to respond, Wooyoung was through the door without having realized his feet had moved of their own accord. "A pirate?" He was shocked, his eyebrows were practically in his hair. "You thought San was a pirate?"

"Wooyoung! Have I not told you about listening at doors!?" His father scolded him, but then his expression softened and he turned to fully face his son. "I know San is not a pirate. He is far too gentle a man to be anything like those monsters. He bears no scars or tattoos like any other pirate would, brands of the life they live. But it was a thought I had to entertain, especially since he is so close to you. That storm could have wrecked any ship, even that of the greatest pirates who sail the seas. But not to worry, Wooyoung, I trust him with your life. I have seen the way he takes care of you, no longer do I worry about a pirate slumbering within him."

"Good," Wooyoung nodded, "and he can still come with us."

"Yes," his father answered, smiling at his son as he did, "San will be staying with us. I promised to take care of him, and I intend to keep it. So both of you make sure to be ready to set sail as soon as the ship is ready. Pack your things and make sure San has everything he needs for the journey, anything else he doesn't have we will get for him when we return home."

Wooyoung said nothing more and ran off down the hall. He burst into his shared room with San and found the man lounging on the bed, waiting for him to return. He placed the plate of food he'd grabbed from the kitchen on the bedside table and all but jumped on top of San.

He laughed and grabbed Wooyoung in his lap, lifted and turned him so he was straddling him with Wooyoung hands wrapped around his neck. "What's gotten you so excited?"

"I overheard my father speaking with one of the crew." San watched him curiously and waited for him to continue, while his hands rubbed idle circles on his hips where they rested. "He said that the ship will be ready any day now and we'll be returning home soon! And of course, as promised, you'll be coming with us!"

San smiled and pulled Wooyoung against him for a tight embrace. "I owe you and your father everything. You for saving my life and your father for taking me in, despite my memories still not returning."

"Speaking of that." Wooyoung pulled back and moved off his lap to sit beside San. “I Also overheard my father talking about how he was worried when I first found you, that you could have been a pirate who washed off a ship during that storm."

Wooyoung laughed, but San’s face scrunched and his lips pulled into a frown. "What if he's right?"

"San, he's not," Wooyoung said, placing a hand on his cheek, "like he said, you're far too kind and gentle to ever be a pirate. It's not possible."

San thought about it for a moment, and once again tried to regain some kind of memory that could help him figure things out, but there was nothing. Just a continuous empty void. "But there's a chance… I don't remember anything, so maybe-"

"San," Wooyoung turned his head back to face him, staring him down intently while he spoke slowly, "you are not a pirate, and I don't believe that you could ever be one. The San I have come to know, even over this short of time, is not capable of the devilishly cruel life of a pirate."

He watched Wooyoung for a moment, saw the truth and sincerity glistening in his eyes as he stared back, and smiled. "Yeah, you're right. I could never be so ruthless or merciless."

"Good," Wooyoung answered, then turned and grabbed the plate of food and passed it to San, "now eat, and then we have to make sure we are packed and ready to go as soon as the ship’s ready. Then we can lay in bed all night and relax."

"Sounds perfect."

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"What are you reading?"

Wooyoung placed a finger in the book and closed it as he turned to look at San and showed him the title. "It's called Everlasting."

"What's it about?" San asked and scooted closer to him on the bed.

"It's a romance," he answered, then ran a hand gently down the book as he continued, "it's about a wealthy woman in England who falls for a poor servant boy who works in her family's stables. She loves him so much, but it's expected of her to marry according to her status, so a poor stable worker is not good enough for her, especially in the eyes of her father. So they try to run away together, but they get caught and the boy gets thrown in a cell and sentenced to death."

"Why?!"

Wooyoung chuckled at his enthusiasm, and answered, "Because the girl's father accused him of kidnapping his daughter. And because he had such a high status, his word was taken over the poor boys and he was given the sentence."

"What else? Does she save him? Do they get to be together?!" He had practically crawled into Wooyung’s lap, begging for answers.

"Unfortunately no," he answered, giving San a small smile when his lips turned downward, "not in life anyway." San gave him a quizzical look that Wooyoung found extremely cute, so he continued. "She is forced to watch his execution and it destroys her. Then her father forces her into a marriage she doesn't want with some high class brat who she hates. All the while the only thing she can think of is her lost love. In the end, because she just can never forget him or the love they shared while he was alive, she kills herself while laying on his grave to be with him. So they meet again in the afterlife and it turns out he'd been waiting there for her the whole time, and they finally get to be happy together in the end. It's a sad ending, but kind of happy I guess. I've read it before, but it's honestly one of my favourites. You can read it when I'm finished if you want."

San frowned and shook his head. "I can't read." It was Wooyoung's turn to look confused. "I don't know if it's because of the memory loss, or maybe I was just never taught, but I can't read. I tried to read some over your shoulder earlier, but I couldn't."

"I could teach you," Wooyoung offered with a smile, happy to do so.

San thought it over then shook his head and said. "Or you could just read it to me. I'd rather just sit and listen to your voice anyway."

Wooyoung beamed and maybe even blushed a little, though he didn't try to hide it. Instead he just sat further back against the headrest, stretched his legs out, and patted them for San to lay down. He settled in right away, laying on his back with his legs hanging over the bed, staring up at Wooyoung as he turned the book back to page one and began to read.

"Elizabeth was a quiet girl." His hand instantly found its way to San’s hair, playing with it idly while he read and San purred at the touch. "A good girl. She made no fuss and caused no grief. Did everything she was told and always with the sweetest smile. She was loved by all she came across, admired by many more, and cherished as her fathers only daughter. Elizabeth was a good girl, until she met Edward."

"The poor stable boy!" San gasped, and wrapped a hand into the front of Wooyoung's shirt.

He laughed and ran his hand through San’s hair again. "Yes, he's the stable boy." The he turned back to the book. "Edward's father had worked for Elizabeth’s family for years, and upon his retirement, Edward took up his place in her family's stables. What was supposed to be a simple job for him, turned out to be a change in his life he would have never expected."

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The next two days found Wooyoung and San never leaving the bed. San was so fixated on the book, on the story of Elizabeth and Edward and their growing love, that all he wanted to do from sunrise until sunset was listen to Wooyoung reading. Sometimes San would even snuggle close to his side and hold a candle near the pages, just so they could continue into the night. Wooyoung didn't mind one bit.

By the second evening they were over the halfway mark and just getting to some of the good parts, one of them being one of the more passionate scenes that was Wooyoung’s favourite. He had a feeling San was going to enjoy it as well, if his love for the previous romantic scenes in the book was any indication.

"It was this night,” Wooyoung read, “this chilled autumn night, with a star-covered sky and the sounds of owls and crickets playing the symphony of their love, that Elizabeth and Edward decided to become one.

She was nervous, excited, her entire body thrumming with nerves. After dinner that night with her parents, she retired to her room and immediately ran to her window to throw it open. Edward had said he would light a torch in the barn window when the other stable hands had left, when it was safe for them to be together for the night without the risk of being caught.

She waited there, perched on her window for what seemed like hours before the torch finally bathed the barn window in a bright orange. Finally their time had come.

Elizabeth climbed over the window sill and out into the cool night air. She ran across the yard to where the barn was and quietly snuck inside. Her nerves made themselves known again, twisting her stomach in all kinds of knots, but she pushed them aside and walked further into the barn.

Edward was there, as promised, waiting for her. He had set up the loft with a blanket, some old torn pillows, and surrounded it in lit candles, all ready for their night of romance.

Edward held out his hand to her, led her up the stairs and into the loft. Without a single word said between them he helped her down to the blanket, laid her back and settled himself between her legs…" Wooyoung paused for just a moment, long enough to look down at San where he was laying in his lap. He was on his side with his arms wrapped around Wooyoung's waist and his head turned so he could look up at him. His eyes were wide, the anticipation in them was clear. Wooyoung was right, he had known San would like this part of the book just as much as he did.

Wooyoung quickly snapped the book shut and placed it on the bedside table out of San’s reach. "I think that's probably enough for tonight, we can read more tomorrow."

"What?!" He shook his head and jolted up, staring at Wooyoung in disbelief. "We can't stop there! You have to keep reading."

He reached over Wooyoung and tried to grab the book, but he grabbed his hand and stopped him. "I think it's a perfect place to stop," he smirked, knowing this would get San going, "and it's already dark, it's getting hard to see the pages in the candle light."

"But I need to know what happens!" Wooyoung simply laughed at him. Then San sat up fully, twisting so that he was straddling Wooyoung's lap. "You could just tell me then, so I'm not left wondering. Tell me what happens."

Wooyoung smiled at him and settled his hands on his chest, rubbing gentle circles as he spoke. "Elisabeth and Edward get to have the night they were hoping for. They spend the night together, making passionate love until the sun rises the next morning, and then she leaves him with a kiss and the promise of more nights spent in bliss."

San sighed, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. "Good," he said, "but I need to know more! I need to know how their night went, and if they realize how much they love each other," then added with a coy tone and a sly smirk, "I guess that, during their night of passion, there would have been lots of kissing, a lot more than just one simple goodnight kiss."

"I would think so," Wooyoung agreed, matching his sudden seductive sway.

"And they probably get really close, just like this." He leaned in to Wooyoung, touched their noses together, felt the breath catch in his throat.

"Yeah," he nodded, his breathing picking up.

"And then…" San moved in all the way, closing the gap and placing a gentle kiss on Wooyoung's lips. It was simple, merely a press of lips on lips, nothing more. But it was the most exhilarating thing either of them had ever felt, a spark that lit their nerves on fire.

When they parted they kept close, their lips ghosting as they lingered in each other's space. "Have…" Wooyoung started, still breathless, "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

"I can't remember," San shook his head, nudging his nose against Wooyoung’s as he did, making him laugh, "but if I had I think I would have remembered, especially if it felt like that."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

San just smiled and leaned in again for another kiss, intending this time to take more from Wooyoung and give him even more in return.

Wooyoung jolted up to meet him, eager, needing San to devour him, craving his touch already.

The halls outside erupted into sudden chaos, and both boys pulled back and turned to face the door, frozen. They could hear screaming, people running through the halls. It sounded like people were falling, banging into walls and knocking things over. It made Wooyoung's skin tingle and his hair stand up on edge. He clutched to San’s shirt as the commotion continued on endlessly, and his breathing picked up for an entirely different reason.

The door to their room burst open and San jolted from the bed, placing himself between Wooyoung and whatever was coming through the door.

"Boys!" It was Wooyoung's father. His face was white and panicked, there was sweat gathered on his brow. "We have to leave now!"

"Father, what's going on?"

He ran into the room and grabbed the two bags Wooyoung had packed for him and San, and slung them over his shoulder before he turned back and uttered one single word that left their blood running ice cold. "Pirates."

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A/N: I know it's been a while, but things got a little crazy around here for a while, but I am back with another chapter for you! I hope you like it, things are starting to get a bit more heated between San and Wooyoung... XD

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Love Beyond the Black - CH 3

Fandom: Ateez Rating: Mature Pairing: Jung Wooyoung/Choi San, with a little bit of Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa sprinkled in AO3 Masterlist

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Chapter Three

“Wooyoung!” Someone was calling his name, screaming it with all of the force they could muster, using all of the air in their lungs. He was sure it was his father, but he couldn't see him, his eyes were locked on the wave that hovered over him.

He tried to run, but his feet were stuck on the deck of the ship, unmoving even as it wretched and rolled in the wrath of the storm. Lightning struck around him, illuminating the wave, deafening him with its thunderous roars.

Another brutal flash of lightning hit behind the wave and lingered, giving Wooyoung a glimpse of what lay inside, what awaited him in the blackened depths of the water. Cetea, Poseidon’s dragon. She hovered within the wave, staring straight into his soul. She was the colour of the deepest parts of the most ravaging ocean, branded with razor sharp rows of teeth and blade like scales across her entire body. Her eyes were pure white, almost glowing as they locked onto him and stilled his heart, iced his veins. Wooyoung was sure Poseidon was looking through them, pleased with the fear he had instilled in the young boy, waiting with baited anticipation to watch his pet devour him as the wave crashed down upon him.

He could do nothing more then stand where he was, trapped, breathless, terrified. His mouth was open, but he wasn't sure there was any sound coming from it as the wave met its crest and began downward. Wooyoung's knees gave out and he crashed to the deck of the ship. Again he heard his fathers strained voice calling to him, but Poseidon had already sealed his fate. The last thing he heard was the bone shaking roar of Cetea, Poseidon's unholy laugh, and as his last effort he tossed his head back and tried to scream as the weight of the wave crushed him into a void of endless nothing…

“Wooyoung!” He was shaking, his entire body convulsing, but not of his own accord. “Wooyoung! Wooyoung!”

His eyes shot open and finally he could breathe again. The weight of the wave had lifted off his chest and his voice had returned in the form of whimpers, though his limbs were still wracked with shaken nerves and a thick cold sweat.

“Wooyoung!” His eyes jolted to the side to find the source of his convulsions. San was over him, on his knees beside him and grasping both of his shoulders, desperately trying to shake him awake. He sighed when he finally met Wooyoung's open eyes and moved one of his hands to the side of his face. “Thank god you're awake, my angel. You were screaming.”

“A nightmare,” he panted, leaning into San’s soft touch on his cheek, revelling in the comfort, “not the first one I've had since the storm.”

“Are you alright?”

He looked up into San’s distressed eyes, and lifted his own hand up to his cheek. “I am now. Looks like you're my angel too, you saved me.”

Wooyoung couldn't hold it back any longer and let the building sobs take over and wrack his body. San instantly leaned down and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him up and into his lap to hold his shaking form against his, cradling his head with one hand as Wooyoung cried into the crook of his neck.

They stayed on the floor for a while, San rocking Wooyoung gently side to side and rubbing his back. He let him cry for as long as he needed to, said nothing while Wooyoung drowned in his emotions until he was able to surface again. It was a relief to be able to let it all out without judgement, or without his father telling him over and over again that ‘merchant men don't cry’. It was easy enough to hide most of the time, to keep up the charade with his father that he was as strong as he wanted Wooyoung to be, but ever since the storm the nightmares had been plaguing him to a point he was afraid he might not recover. But then came San.

Where he couldn't find comfort in his father over the nightmares and waking up screaming covered in sweat, he could find it in San. And that's what he did, he let himself fall into this stranger who so easily took hold of him and soaked in everything he was willing to give him, sunk completely into his arms and let him breathe life into him once again. And when San stood with Wooyoung still in his arms, Wooyoung didn't resist. Instead he wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and let San take him to the bed and lay him down. Nor did he protest when San climbed over him and laid beside him, tucking the blankets over both of them and pulling Wooyoung to lay on his chest.

Wooyoung dug himself into San, wrapped his arms and legs around him and tucked his face back into the crook of his neck. He laid there for a while, perfectly at ease for the first time in a long time, and closed his eyes to focus on the gentle circles San was rubbing on his back and arm.

“What was your nightmare about?” San finally spoke, so softly into the top of Wooyoung's head.

“The day of the storm.” His voice was distant and hoarse from the screaming he had been doing in his sleep. “I almost died. My father was steering the ship as best he could but a huge wave overtook the deck. It landed right on top of me and threw me across the deck, it was a miracle I didn't get washed overboard. But others did. I can still hear them screaming for help in my dreams, I can see them being tossed around by the storm, but worst of all it's the wave that haunts me. In every nightmare I see it hovering over me, like it's taunting me with my inevitable death, and just before it crushes me and Cetea is about to devour me, I hear poseidon laughing, like he wants me dead and he's glad for it.”

San moved the hand that was rubbing Wooyoung's arm to lift his chin with his fingers, making Wooyoung meet his eyes. “Why would Poseidon want someone so beautiful dead?”

All Wooyoung could do was softly shake his head. He didn’t know the answer either, if he did then perhaps the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they were.

“It would only be because he is jealous of you, that you are more beautiful than he could ever be, even as a God.” Then San leaned in the small distance between them, touching their foreheads together as he whispered, “From now on, if he wishes to harm you in any way, he will have to go through me to get to you, and I will not let that happen. I will never let anything happen to you ever again, I promise.” Again, all Wooyoung could do was nod, so taken by his words that he felt frozen in a different way then he had in his dreams, in a way that was so wonderful he never wanted it to end. “Can you try to get some sleep? I'm right here and I promise I won't leave you.”

“I'll try,” he answered. But it wasn't long before his eyes fell heavy and he felt San pull his head to rest on his chest.

Wooyoung was sure that just before he gave in and let sleep take him, he felt a gentle press of lips on his forehead. He had never slept better than he did that night.

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Wooyoung woke for the first time in weeks without a rushing pulse of fear and dread in his veins. The sheets were dry, he had not sweat through them, and he felt a peace that he had thought he would never feel again.

Beside him San was still asleep, as beautiful in dream as he was awake, and Wooyoung took the chance to look and touch while he could. He reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, then followed the line of his hair down the side of his face and tucked it behind his ear. Then he moved his hand to softly run the back of a finger down the perfect curve of his nose, then down to cup his jaw so he could rub the pad of his thumb over his beautiful rose lips.

“If you wanted to touch, all you had to do was ask.” Wooyoung nearly jumped back and pulled his hand away, but San’s arm around his waist pulled him in and his other hand stopped Wooyoung before he could.

San opened his eyes at the same time as he moved Wooyoung's hand closer to his lips and kissed the pad of his thumb. His eyes locked on Wooyoung’s as his mouth trailed further down his arm, laying kisses on the palm of his hand, then his wrist. Eyes still open and full of a lust Wooyoung had never before seen in another's eyes, he placed a sloppy open mouth kiss on the inside of his forearm, his teeth grazing over his skin before he licked the spot.

Wooyoung let loose a quiet moan and tossed his head back. He moved impossibly closer to San, tossed his leg over his waist and brought their bodies as close together as he could manage.

San continued to move his lips lower, wandering endlessly over every inch of Wooyoung's skin. He was at his shoulder, just about to move his lips over to begin his assault on the wide expanse of neck Wooyoung had laid open for him, when there was a sudden knock on the door. And before either of them even had a chance to answer, Wooyoung's father opened it and walked in.

Both of them let go of the other, and Wooyoung prayed his father hadn't seen anything, as he turned away from San and felt his heart rate pick up even more then it had just been. Luckily, by the smile and warm greeting his father gave them as he walked in, it seemed like they were in the clear.

“Boys,” he said, his arms spread wide as he approached the bed, “you must have both been exhausted. You slept through most of the day.”

Wooyoung turned and glanced out the window. The sun was indeed past the midday mark. “Sorry, Father.”

“It's alright, I’m sure San needed the rest.” He smiled at them both, then waved an arm. “But I need you both to get up now. The inn is providing us with some food for dinner very soon, and after that we are going to have a ceremony along the beach where we docked for the sailors we lost in the storm. I take it you would want to attend that, Wooyoung?”

“Yes,” he nodded as he sat up, a sudden solemn tone to his voice, “I would.”

“Meet us downstairs in less than an hour, we'll have dinner and start the ceremony at nightfall.” Then he looked over to San. “I'll have someone bring up some fresh clothes for you. I don't think you'll fit into anything of Wooyoung’s, but you can't stay in those soiled clothes much longer. I'll see you boys downstairs shortly.”

Once he was gone, San turned and began shuffling out of the bed. Wooyoung had pulled away so fast when his father had come into the room, the last thing he wanted to do was make him any more uncomfortable then he already seemed to be. But he was surprised when Wooyoung wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him to lay back on the bed again.

He rolled over so he was facing Wooyoung, and smiled softly as he asked, “What are you doing?”

“I want to touch,” he replied, returning his smile.

San took his hand and lifted it back to his face, and placed it on his cheek. He held it there for a moment before he turned to place a kiss on his palm and said, “Then touch.”

They laid like that for a while, with San staying perfectly still while Wooyoung ran his hands over his face, his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Until there was another knock on the door, San’s fresh clothes, and they both got up, dressed, and headed downstairs.

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The sun had set soon after dinner and the crew had since gathered along the beach by Nero's docks, the same place where Wooyoung had found San. In each of their hands was a small wooden bowl with a candle placed in the centre.

Wooyoung and San were standing side by side at the front of the group, surrounded by the crew. Wooyoung's father was standing closest to the water, facing them, with a lit candle in his hands. “Tonight,” he started, shouting so the entire crew could hear, “we gather to honour those we lost at sea. We remember them,” he started walking, lighting the candles the crew held as he passed them, “we thank them for everything they did for us, for what they meant to us, and we pray that they find safe passage to the next world.”

Then he placed his own candle in a bowl and turned to face the water. “As you place your light into the water to help guide the lost sailors away from sea, I ask you to call out a name or say a few words to let them know we are thinking of them.” He stepped up to the water, kneeling down to place his bowl in the soft waves, giving it a gentle push as he said, “for Song Jae Kyung, my right hand man since the very first day we set sail. You are truly missed, my dearest friend.”

The rest of the crew slowly began stepping forward and doing the same, some calling out names of their fallen crew members and others speaking a few whispered words for all of them. Wooyoung waited a moment, watched as the others went first and caught a few of them on their return back to the group with a few tears in their eyes.

He took a deep breath and steadied himself before stepping up to the water. San was right on his heels, following Wooyoung's lead as he knelt down and placed his bowl in the water. “To all the crew we lost that day,” Wooyoung said, then added in a hushed tone, “I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to save you. May you find your way back to the light.”

San knelt down beside him and let his bowl go, saying a small prayer of his own, though slightly different. “I wasn't on the ship, and I didn't know any of the sailors that were lost that day, but I hope my light helps guide them home. I also thank whoever was watching over Wooyoung during that storm, for saving my angel that day, and bringing him to me.”

Wooyoung turned and grabbed San’s arm, getting his attention. They spoke no words to each other, but they both conveyed every feeling through their eyes. Wooyoung was touched by his words, and felt the same way about San. He thanked his lucky stars that he had found San on the beach, that he had been alive to do so. He had never felt so connected to someone the way he did with San.

They both stood with Wooyoung still clinging to San’s arm, and stood back with the group while the last few sailors trickled forward with their candles. While they watched, Wooyoung leaned into San and let him wrap an arm around his waist. He breathed San in as he pulled him closer against his side, and let the shiver take over him when San turned and placed the softest kiss on the top of his head.

“I now ask that you all bow your heads with me in a moment of silence.” Wooyoung's father dipped his head to his chest, and one by one the others followed.

Wooyoung let his mind wander while they had their moment, but it wandered to dark places. Again he was plagued with memories of the storm, the wave, the screams and cries of the very sailors they were honouring. He felt that helplessness again, felt the fear and the gut wrenching ice cold grip of death.

His father lifted his head and ended the ceremony, thanked his crew for coming out to honour the fallen, and urged them to all join at the local tavern for story telling and toasts to their friends. But Wooyoung had no interest in that. Instead he turned away from the group and let go of San, took off from the group and found refuge behind the tall stone wall that protected the kingdom from the sea.

He threw himself down and huddled against it with his arms wrapped tightly around his middle. The storm was long gone and his feet were still on dry land, but he just could not shake fear or the hold it had on him.

“Wooyoung?” San’s worried face came into view, his hands grasping the sides of Wooyoung's face. “What happened? Are you alright?”

He shook his head as he tried to catch his breath. “It could have been me,” he gasped, “it could have been me! My father could have been out there today honouring and remembering me. I could have died-”

“But you didn't, okay, you didn't,” he leaned in and rested his head against Wooyoung’s, “you're here, alive, with me and that's all that matters.”

“But so many other men died,” Wooyoung shook his head, clutched onto San’s arms so hard he was sure there would be bruises, but San didn't pull away, “I can't do this job, San, I just can't. Being responsible for the lives of so many men… it's not a burden I can shoulder.”

“I know, and when the ship is fixed and we can sail back to your home we are going to tell your father. And just like I promised I will be right beside you when we do.” He moved so he was sitting against the wall beside Wooyoung and pulled him into his chest. He cradled his head there and rocked him while he cried, ran his fingers through his hair and whispered softly to him until he calmed down, “I've got you, my angel, I've got you.”

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Blackened, filthy hands gripped the railing of the ship. It bounced gently on the waves where it was anchored off shore, hidden by the darkness of the moonless night. It was barely a sliver in the sky above, illuminating barely even that of the stars, keeping the ship invisible to anyone along the shore.

He leaned over the edge, watched the little bowls with lighted candles float by below him. Watched them rock and weave their way over the soft waves and drift off toward the edge of the sea.

Another body joined the owner of the charcoal covered hands, their own slender fingers wrapping around the torso of the man leaning against the railing and trailing their way up to grasp and knead at his chest. “Is it there?” The second man purred into the first’s ear, leaning in to bite it before asking, “Can you see it?”

“It's there,” the first answered and tilted his head so the other could lick and suck along his neck, “the ship we followed into that storm is sitting docked at the port.”

“When can we go get them? When can we go take our treasure?”

“Soon, Seonghwa, have patience, my love.” He moaned, tilted his head even further as Seonghwa assaulted his neck, not caring if he left any marks along his way. “Let them have their little ceremony, let them grieve and weep for their lost sailors. And then, once they have just begun to move past it, we will make our move and graciously rejoin them with their fallen men.”

Seonghwa whined into the skin of his neck and pulled off with a loud smack. “I wanted to have fun now, I don't want to wait.” Then he trailed his fingers up and dipped them into the low hanging collar of the man's shirt, skin on skin, and ghosted his fingertips over both nipples. “What if I just went over there right now and slaughtered them where they stand? Their blood could drip down toward the water, mingle with the waves at their feet, and they wouldn't have to wait to be reunited with their friends.”

“You won't do that, because-” He turned and grabbed Seonghwa from behind him, slammed him against the railing in front of him, and trapped him with his arms on both sides of him. “I am the Captain and you will listen to me. We wait for the perfect moment to lay waste to not just the crew of the ship that managed to elude us, but also the entire kingdom. You will have your fun, my love, I promise you.”

“And Captain Hongjoong always keeps his promises.” Seonghwa bit his lip and arched his back so his chest and crotch rubbed against Hongjoong’s. His hands lifted to wrap around his neck and he tucked his fingers into his hair, then hovered his lips over his captains. “If I can't kill anyone tonight then at least take me to our chambers.”

Hongjoong hummed, moved his hands to Seonghwa’s waist and held him in place while he ground their hips together and licked at his lips. “And what do you want me to do once we get there?”

Seonghwa threw his head back and groaned, throaty and deep, while Hongjoong kept up a steady rhythm. Then he whipped his head back, grasped Hongjoong’s hair tight in one hand and pulled as he whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me so hard that the entire kingdom hears it. I want you to fuck me until I can’t stand. I want you to fuck me until everything about me screams you and only you.”

“Ah, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong moaned, his knees nearly falling weak, “I can do all of that, with pleasure.” He turned them, still holding Seonghwa close and started walking them toward the door to their chambers. “When I'm finished with you, you won't be able to think of anything else but me.”

Hongjoong lifted a hand to grasp at Seonghwa’s neck, and the other man revelled in it, smiling at the light clench of his fingers. Then he smashed their mouths together in a fiery kiss that was all tongue and teeth, completely devouring, neither of them able to get enough of the other. He backed them into their room, and only let go of Seonghwa long enough to throw him on the bed before jumping on top of him and instantly slotting himself between his legs, their mouths meeting again.

The sailors on shore were forgotten, drowned out by their grunts and moans and cries. Seonghwa may be eager but Hongjoong was a patient man. He would get what he wanted soon enough, the treasure he desired would be in his hands, but for now had all he needed. He had promised to fuck Seonghwa, his love, until everyone heard their pleasure, and Captain Hongjoong always keep his promises.

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A/N: Things are starting to get heated, as promised XD Not quite there yet, but well on their way!

Also, just another little fun fact about the chapter just for funsies. So Poseidon's dragon, Cetea, is actually a thing, I looked it up. And it may not be perfectly accurate to mythology but I did my best, and I also thought the idea of the dragon kind of worked well with the story because the mythology behind it is that it has something to do with a princess being saved by a hero from the Cetea, which I thought worked well with the idea of San saving Wooyoung from his dreams of the monster. So, yeah, we're going to go with that lol

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, more to come soon <3

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