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chaoticneutralwriter · 2 years

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The Fallout

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: angst, romance, supernatural, romance, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)

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A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE I’VE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCHHHHH WAAAAAHHH ;A;!!!! Let me tell you things on my end were CRAZY, i am so sorry for the long ass wait because life + writer’s block = NOT IT. Maybe because we’re now coming closer to the end of this series that it’s harder for me to write?? who knows but to everyone who has been waiting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! <3 i cannot tell you how much i love and appreciate you!! ;A;

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You have no sense of time, sitting there for who knows how long amongst the rubble. Your whole body is numb to the point where you don't even know if you're breathing – even the cold draft coming through the broken window felt as if it is simply passing through you. Echoing in the very depths of your mind like a broken, twisted record was a singular thought; he was gone.

Just like that.

The weight in your chest presses down violently then, and you struggle to fend off the all consuming feeling of dread and panic, like you're slowly being buried alive. You scream at yourself to breathe, not knowing that you're actually close to hyperventilating. Just as you think you might black out from the overwhelming pressure –

“Well that was one hell of a shit show huh?”

You jump, startled out of your wits by the sudden raspy voice that cuts through the stifling atmosphere the place has taken. Your head turns towards the general direction of where you thought it came from – senses lagging behind from very nearly self-destructing, It's safe to say you're so shocked at what you see that you almost couldn't believe it.

“....J-Jungkook?” You call his name hesitantly. The sweep of matted raven hair flies up with a strong puff of air exhaled from a split lip, giving you a glimpse of a familiar pair of wide doe eyes.

“Still kickin'” He tries to say cheekily but ends up visibly wincing from pain, head poking out from behind the remains of the island counter; the only thing you see from your position. It prompts you to move, although you do so almost robotically; hands and legs stiff and unsteady. After tripping over various forms of rubble trying to figure out a way to get to the other demon, you eventually make it to his side.

You have to hold yourself back from cringing when you get a good look at Jungkook. To say that he's seen better days would be a gross understatement; he looks like he's about to breathe his last breath at any moment.

“Y-You know, I don't know if 'kickin'' would be the right choice in words......” You mumble, tentatively kneeling down beside his battered body. “Although I am glad you're alive....”

Jungkook lets out a noise halfway between a chuckle and a grunt before it, once again, fizzles out into a groan. “Don't kill me poppet; literally though because laughing actually hurts.”

It's true, this isn't probably a laughing matter but you can't help the little quirk that tugs at the corner of your mouth – guess humour is a universal way to cope with the extremes of situations, and who are you to downplay it even when it's coming from a demon. Still, you worry for him and in the chaos that had just ensued, you really need someone to keep you grounded right now.

“Well, you're not dying on my watch, I can promise you that.” You reply. “Though.....I'm...I'm not much of a demon medical expert. You'll have to help me out here...What hurts the most?”

“Honestly? Everything.”

Oh boy....

The next several minutes was you trying to help Jungkook be a little more comfortable without moving him too much, which resulted in you digging up salvageable couch cushions and pillows. You think it's not much considering the extent of his injuries but Jungkook assures you that demons heal quickly so long as they're not disturbed while resting. Once you got him on his little makeshift bed and not having anything else to keep you busy, the both of you sit in tense silence, you mainly lost in the muddled pool of your own thoughts.

You don't notice the way Jungkook eyes you almost cautiously, trying to decipher your emotions like one would disarm a bomb. As much as it worries him, he'd rather not accidentally trigger a massive breakdown from you if he can so help it. But your blank expression doesn't give much away, and Jungkook is admittedly too damn nosy to not let this entire thing go because hey, it's not every day a mortal falls for a demon who's been assigned as their temporary guardian and then goes on to invoke the wrath of an archangel in defiance of saving said guardian demon.

Mustering every ounce of sensitivity he can manage, Jungkook awkwardly stutters out, “....S-So....what now?”

It takes you a good minute to process what it is that he's asking, the gears in your mind creaking in their struggle to work and even then, you pathetically come up with no solid answer, croaking, “I-I.....I don't know....I.....Like – what am I supposed to do....? I don't even know...what's going to happen to him....”

“Well....” Jungkook begins, still sounding unsure. “Your guardian demon was most likely taken to be held in Heaven's custody; jail if you will....” He pauses and when he sees you not reacting badly, he continues. “During that time.....the Heavenly Court will deliberate, and then once they come to an anonymous agreement......” A deep breath, “They will either....condemn him eternally.....or...”

“....Or what?”

“....Or he will face divine execution.”

Execution.

The word itself seems to have pierced right through you, a blow to the very core of your being.

Execution – if Heaven so deems it, Jimin would die.

You feel yourself beginning to shake, stomach bubbling nauseously and as much as you try to keep a level head, the words that spill out of you are charged with your heightening emotions, spiralling.

“B-But why? He did nothing wrong!? I was the one who acted on my own, so how can they put all the weight of the blame on him?!”

“By my guess, Heaven is probably not even concerned about you and Jimin in that sense, much so that they are just using it as a front.”

That makes you pause. “...W-What do you mean?”

Jungkook gives you a pointed look, as if the answer is so obvious that it makes you scowl. He exhales loudly before saying, “Heaven isn't mad at your relationship with Jimin per say; it's more about the violations that has taken place.”

Your mouth opens and closes, trying to work out words to make sense of Jungkook's speculations, like differentiating pieces to a puzzle. But no matter how you look at it, the conclusion you come to appears more and more outrageous.

“So, you're implying that Heaven would rather care about how this looks on them than having a fair trial...?!”

“I hate to break it to you poppet, but he's already not winning any favours by just being a demon alone; in the eyes of any angel, we're scum, the lowest of the low.” Jungkook almost spits out spitefully, dark eyes hardening at the reality he speaks of. “And in this case, the odds are more stacked against your little guardian, even if he wasn't a demon. Or did you already forget that you're not the only one who he had a binding contract with anymore?”

You're midway to opening your mouth for a defensive rebuttal, accusatory finger pointing and all, but Jungkook's question made you stutter out, almost sheepishly, “W-Well....! Am I...Was I not...?”

You could swear he had contemplated on facepalming or not. But you were genuine in your confusion; were you not supposed to be the only one he had a contract with, as your guardian sworn to protect you during his time of service? Who else could he have had a contract with? Was that possible to begin with?

The young demon in front of you provides the answer at your fumbling silence, “Let me ask you – has Jimin not told you about what his plan was? Why he looked the way he did up until this point?”

“...It was to transition himself into an angel right? Then yes, he's told me about it and that was what's causing him to feel weak.” You pause mid-thought, scrunching your face. “But I mean, he was getting better? So that should mean the process is no longer affecting him now.”

Something passes through Jungkook's face, one that makes his eyebrows furrow, pursing his lips and dark eyes drifting out of focus. “Getting better you say.....”

Unconsciously you find yourself mirroring his expression too, not liking the dragging, almost suspicious tone of his voice. “....Yes...?”

“....And I don't suppose you have anything to do with that, do you?”

You blink multiple times, mind doing acrobats in trying to figure out a way to avoid telling a demon that you know about the ways they can absorb energy, which in turn would indirectly mean telling a demon you may have done – not the devil's tango per say – but the demon version of it.

Of course your silence rings louder than any words you could possibly say, because your slight hesitation and shaking eyes instantaneously has Jungkook's jaw dropping, his own eyes widening in a comedic mixture of abject horror and being scandalized.

“You did it didn't you?”

Face heating up, you guffawed,“I-I- What?! I don't – !!”

“You harlot!”

“I'm not! And why are you so shocked?! That stupid angel was screaming for the whole world to know!”

“Yeah but he's an angel; he would've classified 'laying with the spawn of Satan' if you had held hands with Jimin.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Soon after though, he runs a hand through his mussed raven hair, eyes shut and a grimace taking over his expression as he mutters something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch. A beat passes before he eventually asks, “Are you well-versed in the....” He gestures vaguely, “...Principles of Christianity by chance?”

“Like....the bible?”

“Yeah, all those fun bedtimes stories, beliefs, mythos, yada yada.”

“Kinda...?” You shrug. “I'm not...terribly religious. I probably just know the bare minimum, like 'He died on the cross for our sins' sort of basic.”

“Then I'm sure you're at least familiar with the infamous 'Seven Deadly Sins.'”

“...Yes? If you mean like, pride, lust, greed and all that.”

“The very ones.” Jungkook nods, musing. “The seven vices that seems so innate in human nature, no matter how much they try to run from it.” He turns to you then, raising a brow curiously as he asks, “Did you know that there are counter parts to the sins?”

Now that you didn't know. This new piece of information has you intrigued, genuine curiousity but also has your thoughts swirling with questions on how this all connects back to the matter at hand, and wanting to get to the point, you voice it aloud, “What does that have to do with Jimin or the second contract?”

“I'm getting there....” Jungkook grits out through a sardonic smile. “As with all things that are evil, they are not without those which are good. So with seven sins that damn you, there exists seven virtues that redeem you.” He pauses, taking the time to exhale slowly as a more solemn expression takes over. “The process of 'the ascension of the soul' – that is to become an angel, by Heaven's decree, is to prove your unwavering piety by demonstrating that you possess and are capable of these virtues.”

You nod your head in understanding, silently signalling for Jungkook that you are following so far. Seeing that, he continues. “To undergo this change, you must visit the place His Holiness has named His gatekeeper, kneel before his throne and swear an oath, who will in turn, bear witness to these trials.”

Swear an oath.....

It's a split second delay, but the realization dawns on you and the magnitude of your actions crushes you full force, like the weight of the entire universe.

He swore an oath to a Heavenly body, a literal Saint, that he would prove to them that he had what it took to be an angel, and you made him break it.

The memories of that stormy night rushes back, the way you had found Jimin unconscious, wounded and bleeding on your floor......It makes you think you should've known back then, should've seen those signs or at least persisted before it was too late.

How foolish and ignorant of you to think that it was simply a matter of completing a checklist, and all of it could be undone by saying no, and the offering of one single soul would be enough as compensation.

You slump, defeated and that's all Jungkook needs to know that you understand. He doesn't elaborate anymore either, slipping back into his own turbulent thoughts; the gnawing guilt that had buried its way into his conscious at war with the a scorned bitterness. In the end however, nothing will change the fact that this was Jimin's choice, and that this was something he had anticipated and accepted; like he's had it all planned out from the beginning. The idea unintentionally tugs at the corner of Jungkook's lips.

“You know....” He finds himself speaking, “As fucked up as this all is, it could've been worse.”

You don't respond. After being dropped with such a bombshell, you don't have the mental strength to formulate words anymore, let alone comprehend what he could possibly mean by 'could've been worse' because to be quite fucking honest, this already is pretty fucking bad.

Of course, your silent crisis does nothing to deter Jungkook, as he continues on his one-sided conversation. “Jimin was right when he prevented you from giving up your soul to Hell. Though I have to admit, it was the ballsiest move for you to date – but also the dumbest one yet.” His tone shifts, the rough scoff at the end of his sentence softening into something sombre. “A soul damned to Hell for eternity......It's not something anyone wants to be put through, not even us demons. In the deepest circle where all forsaken souls go, you'll slowly be driven to madness; losing all sense of self and identity, until you become too consumed by the blood-lust and turn into just a mindless monster who's always hungry for souls.”

Flashbacks of the shadowy creature that followed you instantly comes to mind, the result of an attempted summoning gone awry. It was only for a short bit thankfully, but the feeling of being hunted down by some faceless, formless entity was frightening enough for you to never forget it. You wonder if that was what Jungkook means; to be driven mad to the point of becoming.....nothing.

“Makes sense why Jimin took on this temp job if you think about it....” Jungkook adds in almost thoughtfully, his focus now on picking at his nails. He lets out a short chuff, grunting. “Looks like he got more what he bargained for instead.”

Suddenly you think that his ramblings were more to fill in the void that would've drowned you both. You'll admit it does help a little in keeping you from sinking into your own despair, but it still doesn't change the fact that you're already one foot in. Unable to bare the creeping silence like Jungkook, you also find yourself speaking, following his lead out of desperation.

“.....So....” Your voice comes out in a strained hush, and though you swallow, the lump remains at the back of your throat, the dread slowly creeping in, relentless. “...There's really nothing I can do.....?”

Jungkook pauses in his fidgeting before he lets out a deep sigh, obsidian eyes meeting your pleading ones. The look makes him truly pity you because he knows that the only answer he has won't be the one you want to hear.

“Wait.”

Ba-bump.

The sounds of a muffled heartbeat.

Inhale.

Exhale.

The steady rise and fall of his chest.

These were the only indications of there being any signs of life within the isolated tower, the cold white marble of the walls seem to sap all matters of warmth from entering. Even the few streams of light that streak through the stain glass do no more than cast eerie shadows and shroud the room in a haunting glow.

Ba-bump.

The sound keeps him grounded, a constant to focus on when here, time only seems to be a concept and not a reality. And he does not know how long he's been suspended like this.

Click clack.

A break in the routine. His ears perk at the sudden change, zeroing in on the rhythmic pattern until he discerns them as footsteps. A strange occurrence, even stranger when they grow louder coming towards the direction of his holding. A jingle of keys and the shuttering of the gates opening lets him know that he has a visitor.

“My....What a terrifying sight you make.”

The voice makes him grimace, and though it's not how it normally sounds, he can recognize the speaker anywhere; an unfortunate byproduct from having worked with them for millennia now.

Slowly, his eyes slip open, vision blurry until they adjust but he doesn't get a chance to lift his head before a face obnoxiously comes into view.

“He lives....” The visitor gasps dramatically, followed by a series of dark chuckles that grate on his nerves.

“Well, he won't be for long.” Jimin gets out hoarsely,”If you keep talking as loud as you are, this headache might do me in.”

The snarky remark earns him a loud bark of laughter that reverberates off the walls. The man straightens himself up, completely disregarding the tragic state that Jimin is in, a wide toothy grin spreading his lips.

“Really, is that any way to speak to your boss after he's come all this way to see you?”

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eutaerpe · 5 years

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I just read ‘Venus and Mars’ and... something about your writing is just gorgeous, it’s so rhythmic and satisfying to read! You’ve got major talent

thank you so much for your kind words!!! i’m still improving and i know there are major aspects of my writing that could be better but hearing this made my day and is really heartwarming :) have a great day!!

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kimnjss · 4 years

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-- ending ment.

okay, so! to start, i just need to say that i was literally so shocked?? by the response that less of you got. and i appreciated every single ask that came in with each update !! it made me the happiest ., so thank you guys soooo much for loving my characters and the story i created !!

honestly, the difference of opinions on the characters is what made this fic so much fun to write, i liked that each character could be understood as well as their actions ., which is something that i was really worried about being able to get across properly in the beginning . so once again ., thank you guys soo much for all of the feedback and love that was given to me this past month!

and lastly . of course, yn and jimin’s story isn’t over. there is still a lot to tell about them and they deserve their happy ending . sooooo of course there’s going to be a sequel!! the title is, VINTAGE and it’s set two years after jimin has left for new york and they’re finally meeting up again.

it’ll be out very soon, so keep an eye out for it!!

once last time, thank you guys soo much for all of the support !! i hope you enjoyed this fic just as much as i enjoyed writing itt! and i hope you’ll love VINTAGE just as much as LESS OF YOU.

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bangtanstanst · 5 years

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Nightcap

As Head Boy and Head Girl, you and Jimin are very responsible people. Except on those rare occasions when it’s late, you’re tired and hungry, and the word ‘rules’ seems to just... disappear from Jimin’s dictionary.

≽ pairing: slytherin!jimin x slytherin!reader ≽ genre: post-e2l au, hogwarts au, fluff feat. a lot of kissing; stand-alone sequel/one shot ≽ warnings: mentions of wizard alcohol aka firewhiskey, Kids Being Naughty™ ≽ word count: 3.9k

a/n: hello friends!! I hope you’ve all been well this week♥ Remember that one slytherin!jimin fic I uploaded a couple months ago? I loved writing it so much that I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I started writing this one shot and I thought you guys might like to read it, so here it is! :) If you haven’t read that fic, worry not, you can definitely read this one on its own!! In any case, I hope you enjoy it♥♥♥

›› tag list: @dimplemono @sugasheart @jinitude @sebastianshoe @azulamakesmeblank ‹‹

original story based on a request by @bts-lys: truce part one • part two

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You huff as you shuffle down the steps of the Slytherin common room, tugging at your tie to finally loosen it and give yourself some room to breathe. Your eyes are drooping and your shoulders are hanging low, your feet aching from walking around the castle for hours. Even worse, you can’t go to bed yet – you haven’t gotten the chance to finish all your homework.

Patrol duty fucking sucks.

The common room is cold and empty, as it always is at this hour. The chairs and tables that litter the room are deserted, with only the occasional forgotten feather or roll of parchment left behind. The lake’s usual greenish glow that shines through the windows isn’t there, and the only light is coming from the torches lining the walls, flames flickering and casting erratic shadows on the stone floor.

Your eye falls on the couches by the fireplace and you notice a mop of pale hair leaning on the backrest of the dark leather couch. Raising an eyebrow, you freeze in your tracks just before you get off the final step, tilting your head – his lips are parted, eyes fluttered closed. There’s a book resting on his stomach and his hands are loosely holding onto it, his chest slowly rising and falling as he softly breathes in and out.

A grin starts to tug at your lips and you perk up – all your tiredness seems to slip right out of you. Perfect.

With a wide smirk, you jump off the last step, a thud echoing through the common room as your feet hit the stone floor – Jimin shoots up with a loud snore, wildly shaking his head and blinking. “Up! I’m up! Is it breakfast time?”

You chuckle as you walk up to the couch, your footsteps bouncing off the walls. “Not even close.”

He looks around for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed as he takes in his dark surroundings, the ashes smouldering in the fireplace – and then slumps back into the couch when he realises you’re right. “Jesus Christ, did you have to do that?” he exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.

You chuckle once more, plopping down next to him. “Most definitely,” you say, staring up at the common room’s high ceiling. You can hear the lake water swishing right outside the windows and you sink further into the comfortable cushions of the leather couch – no wonder Jimin fell asleep here. “I told you not to wait up,” you mutter lowly, turning your head to face him. “You need to rest up.”

“I wasn’t waiting up for you,” Jimin defends with an exaggerated, offended tone, sitting up to snatch the book off his torso. “I’ve got some very important homework for tomorrow that I need to do, so this is all one big coincidence, sweetheart.”

You let out a snort, raising an eyebrow at the book he’s holding up – Potions. “Ah, of course,” you reply, a smile curling at your lips. “The homework we totally didn’t finish together before I left.”

He chuckles and nods in reply, putting the book away so he can lean closer. “Exactly,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your cheek, his nose nuzzling your cheekbone. “But now that you just so happen to be here, I have to admit it’s nice to see you.”

You let out a sigh and your smile softens, body rolling over so you can kiss him on the lips. You’re both slow and lazy, your fingers absently fumbling with the collar of his button-up. “You, too,” you mutter as you pull back. “But you should really have gone to bed.”

“I wait up for you all night and this is what I get?” he teases, his arm sneaking underneath your robes to pull you closer, his warm hand pressing to your lower back. “You really are ruthless.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I thought you weren’t waiting for me,” you shoot back, though he simply shrugs in response and you laugh softly. “In any case, I don’t think you should be calling me ruthless, sweetheart,” you add, leaning back. Jimin raises his eyebrows in curiosity, eyes flickering to your hand as you reach inside your robes – you pull out a clear glass bottle, holding it by its neck as the amber liquid sloshes around within.

Jimin’s eyes widen when he recognises the label and he draws in a soft gasp, taking the bottle from you. “You picked up firewhiskey on patrol duty?” he asks, looking at you from underneath his eyelashes, a small smile curling at his lips. “Bad Head Girl.”

You simply grin back at him, shrugging. “I mean, I thought I might as well snatch a little something, since we’re probably not celebrating any Quidditch wins any time soon.”

With a chuckle, he raises an eyebrow. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” he replies, looking down at the bottle and letting out a happy sigh. “I knew I wouldn’t regret waiting up for you.”

You narrow your eyes at him once more and you raise an eyebrow as he looks back up at you – he’s usually better at staying consistent with his lies.

This time, though, he just grins and shrugs. “What are you gonna do, magic me back to sleep?”

You snort, rolling your eyes as you sink back into the cushions – you decide to let it go, rather starting on the real reason why you brought the bottle along. “Actually…” you start slowly, making him look up from the bottle with his eyebrows raised. “I know I told you to get some sleep, but I…” You sigh heavily, wanting so badly to bury your face into his shoulder and fall asleep in his arms – you feel like you could do so any minute now, but you’re fighting to keep yourself awake. “I was hoping you’d maybe wanna stay up with me a little longer.”

His eyebrows furrow together subtly and he narrows his eyes at you. “Why do I feel like this is not the fun kind of staying up?”

You wince, scratching your head as you avert your eyes. “I might still have some Alchemy homework for tomorrow that I’ve been putting off on doing, and… Well…” you trail off, crossing your arms and clearing your throat – you can only bear to look at him from your periphery.

Realisation washes over Jimin’s face the moment he figures out where your sentence is headed, and a smug smirk breaks out – he leans back, his arm draped over the back of the couch. “Yes?” he encourages, tilting his head.

You let out a huff, though you feel a small smile of your own start to break out. “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?”

“Oh, definitely,” he replies with that ever-widening smirk of his.

You huff once more, he raises an eyebrow in response – the bet might be over at this point, but neither of you have quite given up on the whole ‘getting the other to admit you’re better’ part. And you often have fun in holding off on it – but you’re not feeling as feisty tonight. “Okay, I might be asking for your help,” you say with a sigh, glaring at him.

The smugness in Jimin’s smile melts away, and it turns bright and victorious instead. “See? That wasn’t that hard, now was it?” he chirps, and you chuckle, shaking your head as he puts the bottle of firewhiskey on the dark wooden coffee table. “Let’s see that homework, then.”

You smile at him, leaning forward rather than jumping up to grab your stuff, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise – you press a kiss to his cheek and he quickly deflates, letting out a soft sigh instead. “Thank you,” you mutter, moving to jump up just when his arm sneaks underneath your robes and wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him.

You are neither surprised nor annoyed about it and you simply put your arms around his torso, eyes fluttering closed when his soft lips press a kiss to your forehead. “Of course,” he mumbles against your skin, kissing it once more. “Just ask me earlier next time. You need your rest, too.”

Letting out a sigh, you rest your head on his shoulder, the fabric of his button-up brushing against your skin. “I know,” you say in a voice that almost sounds like a whine, and Jimin chuckles. “I just needed to get the firewhiskey first,” you add with a small smile.

He scoffs and clicks his tongue, his chin grazes your hair as he shakes his head. “As if you need to bribe me with anything to get my help.”

You lift your head to raise an eyebrow at him. “Really, now?” you return, at which he nods innocently. With narrowed eyes, you hum thoughtfully, tilting your head. “Then what was the whole ‘give me a kiss or I won’t help you find your ladle’ debacle?”

He puckers up his lips into a pout as he looks off into the distance, pretending to genuinely give it some thought – but only seconds later, he shrugs. “I just wanted a kiss.”

“We were in class, you horndog!” you protest, wiggling out of his embrace so you can jump up from the couch.

Jimin watches you as you step away from the couch, sitting back with a smirk. “Oh, like you didn’t ‘accidentally’ fall on me during Care of Magical Creatures last week.”

You’re gonna plead the fifth on that one. “Hm? What was that?” you simply inquire, skipping over to the girls’ dormitories, speaking before he can repeat himself, “Sorry, I can’t hear you. The lake’s really loud tonight.”

All you hear is his chuckle echoing off the stone walls as you slip into your dormitory. You have to do your very best not to laugh in response and wake up the other girls sleeping there, silently grabbing your bag off your bed and pulling off your heavy black robe, tossing it aside for you to deal with later.

When you return to the common room, Jimin has put his Potions book on the coffee table next to the firewhiskey and he’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out a roll of parchment – his Alchemy homework. He’s softly humming to himself – way too upbeat for someone who’s about to start on homework late into the night.

Plopping down on the couch, you glance at him, and he looks back with a wide smile and an all too familiar glint in his eye. You huff – you’re not gonna get much homework done, are you? “What are you planning, Park?”

He laughs, turning his gaze to the roll of parchment in his hands as he unrolls it. “Oh, nothing much, I was just thinking,” he replies casually, scanning the scribbles on the parchment to look for the start of his assignments.

You almost don’t want to ask. “Thinking about what?” you blurt out anyway, too tired – and too curious – to stop yourself.

He grins, eyes flickering over to you as he pretends to focus on the parchment in front of him. “That firewhiskey isn’t the way to go if we wanna do homework.”

You’re slow tonight, and so your eyebrows simply furrow and you tilt your head. “Huh?”

Looking up from his parchment, he smiles at you. “Cute,” he mutters, tossing the scroll aside as he leans back against the couch. “I mean that we might wanna get some tea or something instead.”

For a moment, your frown deepens, still not quite understanding what the fuck he’s talking about – and then it finally clicks, and your lips part as you draw in a gasp. “Are you kidding me?” you scoff, violently shaking your head. “We’re not going down to the kitchens. No way.”

You turn to your Alchemy book, pointedly opening it and aggressively turning the pages – but Jimin simply leans closer. His arm slips around your shoulders and his warm body presses to your cold side, his chin landing on your shoulder. You try to ignore it, flicking through the pages of your book instead. “Too tired?”

You briefly hesitate as you gather your words, though you soon huff out and shake your head once more. “No, I’m just not being an idiot,” you reply dryly, hoping to talk the idea out of his head just this once. “We’re not gonna risk getting caught in the hallways past curfew for some midnight snacks.”

“Says the girl that just brought firewhiskey into the common room.”

You don’t have anything to say to that and Jimin knows it. You can hear the soft laugh he lets out, his breath ghosting over your neck, and you shiver in response – you try to suppress it and distract him with a sigh instead, though, knowing him, Jimin probably notices it anyway.

To your surprise, however, he doesn’t continue pressing you about it outright – doesn’t come in with the whole ‘come on, we can get away with it’ spiel you hear almost every day at this point. “Alright, I’m still gonna go down there, though,” he returns instead, pressing a warm kiss to your jaw before quickly jumping up. Without his arms around you, you shiver once more, though this time it’s just because you’re cold. “You can stay here or come with, up to you.”

You’re too tired to pretend to ignore him and so, you look up from the pages – their contents were starting to swim around on the paper anyway. “Jimin…” you call after him, trying to get him to stay. No amount of food is worth getting caught by Filch.

Jimin doesn’t reply and simply saunters onwards instead, calmly ascending the steps to the common room entrance. “Jimin!” you hiss, jumping up from the couch – your book tumbles to the ground with a loud thud and your heart skips a beat, a sharp breath escaping your lips.

He turns around, continues to walk backwards to the entrance. A bright smile is teased over his lips as he looks at you, raising his eyebrow – it’s like he’s challenging you. The bastard. “I think I might just grab some tea and cookies for myself, if you’re not joining,” he says with an exaggerated sigh – you narrow your eyes at him, not caring to pick up your book just yet. “My arms can only carry that much, you know.”

You cross your arms. “Come on, I just came from there,” you protest weakly, at least trying to stand your ground. You can’t give in that easily.

Seeing right through your façade, Jimin simply smiles and tilts his head at you. He finally comes to a stop at the common room entrance, leaning his back against the door. His hands are in his pockets, his tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, his collar unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messy from his nap and his eyes are slightly swollen – you’d think he’d look like a tired mess. But all his sleepiness seems to have been replaced by the mischievous glint in his eye, the wide smile plastered on his face.

“Come on, it’s fun!” he insists, and you’re almost surprised at the fact that he doesn’t stomp his feet to underline his point. “Just a little break from homework and responsibilities, and then we’ll go right back to being all prim and proper.”

Your eyes narrow, you remain silent. Does he always have to do this?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Your tired mind can’t decide whether he means it like that, or simply that he’ll get you all the food you want – either way, you feel like you’ve been resisting for too long.

“Fuck it,” you huff, snatching your book from the floor and tossing it onto the couch.

Jimin snickers at you as you trudge up the steps, your feet aching, begging– rather, practically ordering you to sit back down on that couch, young lady. “Who’s the horndog now, hm?”

You snort at him as you catch up, following him back into the dark castle hallways. There’s no moonlight here in the dungeons and so your path is only lit by the flickering torches – the sound of crackling flames echoes through the deserted corridor. “I just really want those cookies, babe,” you reply lowly, wincing when your voice still bounces off the stone walls.

Jimin hums in amusement as you lock your pinky finger with his. “Oh, sure,” he replies – he’s clearly holding back his laugh, just in case Filch or Mrs Norris might be lurking somewhere around the corner.

“But since you offered it up so nicely, I will take that kiss,” you add in a whisper, smiling when he breathes out a soft laugh.

You were assuming he knew you meant that you’ll take that kiss after you’ve returned to the common room, once you’re safe and sound – which is why you almost yelp out in surprise when he grabs your hand and pulls you behind a stone pillar, presses you back against the cold walls and, without hesitating, kisses you. He swallows the surprised gasp that leaves your lips, smirking slightly as his hands move up to cup your cheeks, keeping your head in place – it only takes you a second before you melt into him.

Warmth spreads through you and your eyes flutter closed. You forget you’re sneaking around the castle hallways for a second, that someone might just walk around the corner and catch you making out in the hallway in the middle of the night, and you just wrap your arms around him to pull him closer. He tastes of the sweet candy he must’ve stuffed himself with before you got back from patrol duty and you let out a soft sigh, eager to get more of this, more of him. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that intoxicating feeling of his lips against yours, his arms tight around you, his soft hair brushing your forehead as he dips deeper.

Much too soon, he pulls back, a bright grin breaking out when you instinctively chase his lips. “You know, I get it now, that would’ve been way too much for Potions class,” he mutters, pressing a last kiss to your mouth before he steps back, grabbing your hand to pull you off the wall.

A little flustered, you almost forget to hold back your laugh, following him around a corner and towards the set of stairs at the end of the corridor. “You’re finally starting to make sense,” you manage after taking a second to compose yourself.

He throws you an amused look, letting your intertwined hands swing back and forth in between the two of you. “You know, at times like this, I start to think you never truly gave up on hating my guts,” he mutters through a dramatic sigh, staring off into the distance as you walk up a set of stairs – the doors to the Great Hall are looming up ahead and so, you should probably start to be more careful with your talking, but neither of you seem to have come to that realisation just yet.

You simply snort, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot.”

“See?” Jimin insists. The bright smile on his face clearly tells you he’s just teasing, but you still scoff and roll your eyes. “I knew it, you still hate me. I can’t believe my girlfriend hates me.”

“And I can’t believe my boyfriend is an idiot, but here we are,” you return, glancing aside at him – he stifles a laugh, then quickly composes himself and simply pouts at you.

“So you do hate me?”

You narrow your eyes at him, huffing. “You know I don’t.”

“I don’t believe you,” he returns – his pout is slowly but surely turning into a smirk and you can practically hear the plan forming in his head.

Humming, you narrow your eyes at him – you reach the end of the stairs and take a quick look around, making sure no one’s patrolling the area and deciding the coast is clear when you don’t see anyone, walking straight towards the staircase that’ll lead you to the kitchens. “Well, you better believe it,” you return with a shrug.

“Prove it, then,” he shoots back and you almost cackle at that. There it is.

You feel like you should throw a wrench into his plans – but in all honesty, you’re too tired to refuse to ‘prove it’ to him, especially after he so abruptly broke off his kiss and simply left you hanging.

Without another word, you stop right in front of the staircase to the kitchens and turn to him, pulling him into you and pressing your lips to his.

He stiffens for a second even though he must have seen your move coming from a mile away, and then quickly sinks into the kiss like you did just minutes before. Your hand runs through his messy hair, his fingers splay over your lower back and he almost lifts you off your feet as he draws you closer, holds you tighter. He grins against your lips and you can’t help but smile too – soon enough, his tongue grazes your bottom lip and your cheeks flush, though you quickly comply and–

“Meow!”

With a gasp, you break apart, eyes wide and lips parted. You don’t even have to look around to know where the sound came from, and you exchange slightly panicked looks.

But then Jimin grins and a small smile curls at your lips, as well. “I guess the firewhiskey should do,” he practically giggles. You fight the urge to snort as he grabs your hand – and then you just dash.

Your footsteps echo off the stone walls as you run back to the dungeons as fast as you can, glancing over your shoulder to notice Mrs Norris is following you – and quite easily, at that. “I told you so!” you whisper as your hand tightens around his, though you can’t help the giggle that spills from your lips, heart racing, adrenaline surging through your veins. “I fucking told you so!”

You turn around a corner, seeing the common room entrance up ahead. Almost there. “Okay, fine,” Jimin huffs, coming to a stop right in front of the door and muttering the password – you glance over your shoulder, seeing Mrs Norris patter down the hallway like she’s not here to ensure your inevitable doom. “You win this one,” he admits through heavy panting, slipping back inside the common room as Mrs Norris meows once more. Before she can follow you inside, the door falls shut behind you and you let out a sigh, leaning against it. “Back to prim and proper.”

You draw in a heavy breath, trying to get your heart to slow down, your lungs to stop burning. Normally, you’d be teasing him relentlessly about him admitting his defeat. But the ache in your feet seems to be gone, much your tiredness, and your shoulders have stopped slouching – it’s like Jimin has made it all go away, and you simply smile as you grab hold of his hand once more. The adrenaline refuses to wear off just yet and you know you’re not gonna get much homework done if you sit down and tried to focus now anyway – so you blink up at him, taking his other hand in yours. “We can take five more minutes, right?” you ask him with a lopsided grin, still breathing heavily, cheeks flushed from exertion.

His eyebrows shoot up as you pull him towards you, but he quickly understands what you’re getting at and simply grins back. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of that face. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

original series: part one • part two

a/n: thanks so much for reading, I hope you liked it!! I had a lot of fun diving into this universe again, so I hope you enjoyed reading it just as much ;) Let me know what you thought, I’d love to hear from you! I hope you have a wonderful day/night wherever you are♥♥♥

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atypicalkataangist · 5 years

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Swan Song

Type: Oneshot [Fluff/Angst?]

Summary: Aang comes home late on his birthday

Word count: 2721

Author’s note: Hey guys! I hope you’re doing well (if any of you are still active). I’m actually not sure what I’m doing here... I’ve left this fandom months ago. I still love Kataang and most of the fans and creators celebrating them, but as it always happens with me and ships, after a while i get bored with them, and this is what happened to me after an intense year of shipping. Maybe I’ll return some day (perhaps the live action remake will be able to reignate my love for this ship if it’s been portrayed properly? Time will tell). Until then I’ll remain inactive when it comes to posting, although I’ll still be using tumblr. I don’t just want to make a blank note where I say that you’ll probably never hear of me again, so I decided to end it on a high note, posting one story that I had written almost half a year ago and completely forgot about it. And I must say that I was pretty baffled when I read it earlier this day, because I’m actually pretty happy with most of it. There was supposed to be a smutty ending, but I never got to finish it. Although I think it works that way as well. I hope you’ll find some joy in it! It’s just as cheesy as most of my previous work xD

Special thanks go out to those people who really supported and helped me during my time of activity. People like @kristallioness who included me in some of her favourite writer’s lists (for which I still feel incredibly honoured!) and of course the only person I would consider a real friend on this platform, @azulamakesmeblank. It’s been nothing but a pleasure getting to know you over the last few months, and I hope we’ll stay in touch! But I got no real doubts there :)

Anyway, i promised a story, right? Here you go. Maybe I’ll be back one day, who knows? Until then, keep shipping and enjoy Kataang as much as you can! Signing off (for now) - atypicalkataangist/ Phil

It was almost midnight when he finally set foot on air temple island again. On the one hand he felt incredibly relieved that he made it back on time, on the other hand he regretted that he didn't make it back sooner. He knew she was waiting for him... at least He hoped though.

Today was his birthday, and she always loved to prepare sweet surprises for him. He was always telling her not to make such a big fuzz about a day like any other, but a part of him really loved her sweet, thoughtful gestures and surprises on his birthday, hoping they would never end.

He had been out working since sunrise, attending important meetings, planning festivities, talking and giving his advice to important people. Usually he liked his job, helping and advising people, taking responsibility for the safety and freedom of the many souls in republic city and beyond. But today was different.

Today he had just wanted to spend time with his wife, even more so since he had been very busy for the last weeks, spending almost no time with her at home anymore, and it made him feel very bad. She didn't deserve that. He loved her more than anything else in the entire world, he would give his own life for hers in a heartbeat. One or two years ago, when they got married, he never got tired of telling her how he felt about her, but now... He remained silent, and due to his work, he didn't even have much time to spend with her, and when he was at home, he was meditating most of the time.

He really missed her... When was the last time the two of them went on a vacation together? When was the last time they went out on a date like they used to do? Heck, when was the last time they had the nightlong, earth-shattering, sweat secreting, simply incredible kind of sex like they used to have? They were still having sex sometimes, but due to him being tired all the time and her not really being in the mood anymore, it was not at all what it used to be. They had been married for only two years now, not twenty! He wasn't ready to give up on his marriage yet like many married couples did after a few years. He would never give up on her for that matter.

He landed Appa in front of his cave at the northern coast of the island. The shed they had erected for him after building their home on the island had never been his prefered resting spot; He quickly found the spacious cave beneath the Avatar's home more comfortable and whenever said Avatar would go look for his bison the next morning after parking him into the shed, he would find him snooze peacefully in the cave, so by now he just let him sleep in the cave directly. With a pat on the bison's huge nose he wished him a good night, earning a tired grunt from the huge beast.

The Avatar slowly made his way up the stairs he once bent into the cliff himself, wandering around the island in the cool night air. His thoughts were by his wife, they always were. Hopefully she was still awake... Though no light in their home seemed to be lit.

With a soft creaking sound of the door, he entered their home, greeted by absolute silence and a faint glow whose source seemed to come from around the Corner of their living area on the opposite side of the hallway.

He slowly made his way to their living area, hoping to find his wife sitting, or maybe, if he truly came too late, sleeping on the couch, waiting for him. His hopes were disappointed though, she was not sitting there. Next to the lit candle on their short table however laid a piece of paper, with his name written on top in the beautiful, distinctive hand writing of his wife.

The sight of this made him nervous. He wouldn't be the first man left by his wife with only a short letter left behind. But she wouldn't do that, would she?

He picked up the letter, his nervousness causing him to jitter slightly. He unfolded the piece of paper and began to read.

"Hey, Sweetie. I hope you are reading this while this is still your birthday. In that case: Happy Birthday, my love. Although I would prefer to tell you in person... but I'm afraid you have to find me first. I've hidden a few letters around our home. The last one will lead you to me, hopefully still on time for your birthday. I promise I'll stay awake for you in my hiding place - I don't want the same thing as last year to happen. The first hint for the next letter and where to find me, is that I might be with a friend of yours. I'm sure you can figure it out.

All my love, Katara."

After scanning the lines two or three times with his eyes he folded the piece of paper again and put it back on the table, relieved that she has not run off and was indeed waiting for him. But why did she have to make a game out of it? He didn't have much of a choice, so he had to play her game.

He didn't need to think too much about where to find the second letter. They were completely alone on their Island, all his friends either living in republic city, or somewhere in the other nations. She had written that she hid the letters around their home, so it had to be one friend who lived with them on the island. And his only friend who shared his home with them apart from Appa was...

"Momo!", He called gladly upon entering the lemur's living area in the attic of the air temple's tower. "Buddy, I've missed you!" The lemur, who had been rolled up on a pillow before his friend entered, screached upon seeing him again, jumping at him and climbing up his head, his tail coiled around the Avatar's throat, tickling him with his fur. He petted the animal, who seemed to enjoy his master's attention, with a few loving strokes, before noticing a piece of paper rolled up next to the pillow on which Momo had been sleeping.

With his lemur still sitting on the top of his head, he rolled out the Letter after lighting a nearby candle with his firebending, allowing him to read what she had written. His heart began to beat harder as he began to read.

"Hi Aang, Congratulations for finding the second letter! It wasn't too hard, was it? I hope you used the opportunity to say hello to Momo again. It's weird, I haven't seen you play with him for months now... but I hope you were as happy to spend some time with him again as he was with you. He loves you. And you love him. If he could talk, he might ask why you don't have time for him anymore. And when you would say that you are really busy, giving your best to provide for your family and making the world a better place everyday, he would smile and he would tell you that it is okay. That you should keep doing what you're doing because it's what makes you happy.

It would hurt him, because he loves you. And your passion for helping people in need would only make him love you even more. But the more you would be away, helping people, the more he would love you and the more he would miss you.

Search for the third letter at the only place that is all yours.

I miss you, Aang.

Katara"

His stomach began to twist as he read the second half of the letter, his hand was shaking and his heart was pounding in his chest. Of course he realized what she tried to say. He felt anger. Anger and disappointment in himself. She wrote down how she felt. She wrote down explicitly that she felt neglected. And she had every reason to feel that way! Why did he do that to her? Did he get so much used to her looking out for him that he took her for granted? Is that what he had become already? A neglectful husband who leaves his wife alone everyday?

"I need to fix this..." He thought after carefully calming himself down again, blinking away a tear in his eye, "I need to tell her that she means everything to me."

He needed to find her first, though. The next letter was supposed to be at the only place on the island that was all his. That one was a bit harder... He couldn't think of one specific place. They shared the whole island, with no real 'private areas' for each one of them. The only place he could think of, was his meditation pavillon on the edge of the small cliff at the east side of the island. Although it was not per se only his place, he always went there just by himself to have some time alone, meditating.

He ran down to the entrance, across the yard in front of the house, passed the empty shed, and went along the small gravel path to the pavillon on the east side of the island. Coming closer, he already saw another piece of paper attached to one of the wooden columns of the pavillon drifting in the wind.

He took one deep breath before lighting another fire in his hand, beginning to read. Could it become even worse than before?

"My love,

sorry, I tricked a bit on that one. I know that we share this Island and that of course this isn't your exclusive place. The only one would probably be the spirit world, but... you see why it would be hard for me to leave a message there, right? So this was probably the next best thing.

It's weird. It's weird, that I feel jealous for a few wooden beams on a stone floor at the edge of the cliff. When I wake up and you're not lying next to me, the first thing I'm checking by having a look out of the window, is if you're meditating, and most of the time, you are.

Aang, I'm worried for you. It's not just that I wish that we could spend more time together, like we used to... You changed so much in such a short time. I don't mean that as a reproach, sweetie... I'm just wondering if you are okay. I'm worried when you remain silent, and I'm worried to see you seclude yourself more and more.

If you have something on your mind, Aang, please, for the love of spirits, talk to me, sweetie. Please. I am your wife. I have to know if something's not right... i promised not too long ago to forever be at your side, whatever may happen. So please, Aang. If you still love me, let me in. I beg you.

Come find the last letter at our bedroom. There is one final thing I have to tell you, and it'll either be our saving grace or the ending of our story. I'm really not sure anymore.

I only know that whatever will happen, I will always love you.

Katara"

His legs were shaking and he could barely hold up all the pain and anger that bubbled up in his chest. He had to stop reading and start over again and again, to finally reach the end of the letter. He needed to see her. He needed to apologize. He needed to take her in his arms. He needed her to support him.

He made his way back to the house, up the stairs, to their bedroom. there was a single piece of paper lying on their empty bed, with only two ligns written on it. He held his breath, lit one small fire in his hand. He needed to find her now.

"Look out of the window. We are waiting for you."

Before his brain had realized what happened, he had already checked the window and ran down the stairs. Did he think of start breathing again? He had no idea. His heart was racing, his stomach twisted even more, and his legs felt numb, though he couldn't stop running as fast as he could.

It felt like hours until he had finally reached her in the shed. He had seen a dim light glowing in the window of the shed all of the sudden as he looked out the window, so she had to be here.

When he entered, He was greeted by the glow of dozens of lit candles placed amongst mountains of hay that didn't seem to have an end in the back of the shed.

She sat on the exact opposite side on a roll of hay, her hands resting on her lap. She wore a light blue, quite simple, but beautiful nightgown, her long brown hair was open and combed behind her ear. She looked up into his eyes when she heard him enter. She smiled lovingly and got up, while he ran into her direction with a destined expression on his face.

"Aang.", she whispered, just as he reached her, raising her hand and resting it on his warm, sweaty cheek. "You're here."

He was shaking as he tried to lay his hands on his wife's neck to hold her.

"Katara...", he groaned, all the emotion inside of him, everything she had revealed him about herself about to break out any second now. "You... you... are pregnant?", he half asked, half stated while tearing up, causing her eyes to become wet as well.

She nodded carefully at first, then more decisively, still unsure what think of his overwhelmed expression. "Y...yes, sweetie. I'm pregnant." Tears began to roll down her cheek. "We...we're going to be parents, Aang..."

He breathed out for what felt like the first time in ten minutes, causing all of his emotions to flush out as well.

And then he grinned, grinned and laughed while tears of joy as well as tears of guilt for his absence in the past shot out his eyes. None of them could say another word before he took her in his arms and kissed her. He put all of himself into the kiss, all his pain, his guilt, as well as his boundless love for his wife and his unborn child. His legs gave in and he fell on his knees, taking her with him. They didn't stop the kiss. None of them could have if he or she had wanted to. They didn't kiss like man and wife in that Moment. The didn't even kiss like two lovers. They kissed like two souls who needed each other to survive. They both wanted to say so many things, but everything and so much more was said in that exact moment. They both felt that they needed each other.

After what felt like hours, their lips loosened, but their grip around each others back did not. They kept crying as they held their opposite firmly in their arms.

"I'm sorry", he sniveled, his face buried in her hair, "So, so sorry for keeping you out, Katara."

"I know.", she whispered into his ear, pressing herself against him. "It's okay, Aang. Now it's okay."

"I love you, Katara. I love you more than anything else. Now, more than ever, you are the most important thing of my life. I'm so scared, Katara... just so scared... and you are the only thing that can help me. I need you..."

She had seen him emotional many times up until now, but this was something new. It felt like he opened up his body, let go of all restraint and showed her his deepest, most intimate self, the very essence of his soul.

She kept him in his embrace, letting him feel that she was there for him, whispering calming, loving things into his ear. "I'm there for you.", she kept saying.

„I’m here for you.“

#fluff #angst #love #atla #avatar #kataang #aang x katara #katara x aang #last post (probably)#it's been a pleasure

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chocomd · 1 year

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✨ for the wip ask game :))

✨ random spoiler?

For my Katara and Hama wip, which takes place after the war's end, Katara has to decide whether or not to allow Hama to return to the SWT. Spoiler: she does.

(But how does she come to this decision...?)

Thanks for the ask 😊💖

current wip emoji ask game

#ask game #ask game answer #azulamakesmeblank #chocomd answers

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northerngoshawk · 1 year

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🤭🔫🙈 for the wip ask game pls!!

thanks for the ask!!

for you, i shall talk about my kataang forbidden lovers au 😌

🤭 main ship’s kind of tension?

there is definitely a LOT of pining and a bit of a slow-burn in this. but the main tension just comes from kataang being like, "can we pls get together and love each other" and old men being like "no."

🔫 is there a death?

yes to one character and yesn't to another

🙈 WIP rating according to AO3?

i would say high G/low T. it's not particularly violent and does have injuries, but it's pretty nondescript. i might end up rating it T just in case, but it can very easily be rated G

current wip emoji ask

#northern answers #azulamakesmeblank #ask game answer

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itsmoonpeaches · 1 year

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Thanks for tagging me @klainelynch!

Rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better ✨

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Mr. Queen

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Love Like the Galaxy

BBC Sherlock

Darker than Black

From Me to You

Derry Girls

Teen Titans

Tagging: @chocomd @northerngoshawk @bayalexison @azulamakesmeblank and anyone else who wants to!

#tag game

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chaoticneutralwriter · 2 years

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Cor aut Mors (Heart or Death)

The choice was between moral values, duty, loyalty or to no longer matter nor be respected as a person of integrity.

But what happens if choosing the heart will also mean his death?

Luckily for Jimin, it doesn’t matter in this case, because the choice will always be you.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, supernatural, fluff, romance

word count: 3.3k

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Continuation of Resurgam

A/N: HELLOOOOO OMGGG I MISS YALLL 😭😭😭😭😭 euughhhh i can’t tell you how much it took to finish this chapter because life just....didn’t want me to 🙃 between work and getting words to just go in general, it was dkfhsgl but reading how excited and patient you all have been for this next chapter (and my extensive notes on how i planned this series to finish) gave me that final push and here we are! 😭😭😭😭 I can’t thank you enough for waiting and understanding, truly!! 💜💜💜💜 i can only hope that it’s been worth it! love you all!!

It burns.

Fuck, everything is just burning – like his insides are being set on fire. Again. Hell, it's exactly like that time he took a sip of that holy water in the basilica. Maybe that's why despite wanting to tear his own limbs off, he's also eerily unbothered by it, completely numb to this familiar type of pain. Or maybe he's finally lost his mind.

Jimin wouldn't put it past him, it certainly does feel that way.

Up until now, the world has been moving like a giant blur; jumping from one point in time to the next in a blink of an eye as he watches from a third person point of view. He remembers seeing you, the first thing he laid his eyes on even in the midst of having his soul temporarily leave his body. He remembers how frightened you had looked, watched helplessly as you tried to fight against Taehyung. And what a fight you put up; who could say they lashed out at an archangel and still live to tell it?

That's what he loves about you; against all odds, you never took things lying down easily.

But an archangel was still a divine being of the Heavens, and you were only a human; it doesn't take much for you to be subdued. So for Taehyung to have to use holy magic on you, simply because he's grown impatient.....

He's seen the way the angel's face had contorted; the perfect, serene mask cracking at the seams in a way that Jimin is all too familiar with. Before he even realizes, Jimin's vision goes red. The sheer anger consumes him with uncontrollable vengeance, born from the deepest, darkest parts of his soul. It's what finally drives him, the disconnect between his body and mind no longer an issue as he moves with a speed he didn't think capable at this point, having struggled to barely make his fingers so much as twitch earlier.

It's no surprise that within that split second however, Taehyung has caught notice. Of course he would, someone with the affinity for holy magic would be sensitive to this sudden spike in murderous intent, thick like miasma swirling in dark wisps around Jimin. And as an archangel, his reflexes to change targets on a dime didn't disappoint.

Truth be told, Jimin hadn't felt the sword really. Had only taken notice when the wound had started to almost feel like it's festering. But he could care less because this way, the lethal blade had nowhere else to go at least. He was determined to hold on to it until the angel had to pry the damn thing out of him. Unlucky though, his body says otherwise. With a holy relic embedded into his chest, well...it doesn't take a lot to figure that it's bound to fuck him up somehow. And on top of his sustained injuries....

The feeling of weightlessness comes to him again, except he's not quite floating but falling this time. The sting of glass and cold rain water passes by Jimin fleetingly, limbs locking and the threat of unconsciousness encroaching on him once more.

No.... he had thought desperately, is this really it? Is this how he'll truly die?

No matter how much he wants to scream at himself to do something, anything, it's as if there wasn't a single ounce of energy left in him. As the winds rushed past him, plunging him farther and farther into the chilling embrace of death, Jimin's final thoughts strayed back to you, your name slipping past his lips in what would've been his last breath.

It's through this heavy fog that he hears the sound of a name – his true name – echoing right back at him. It rings so loudly and clearly that it seems to shatter even death's grip on him. Something within him awakens then, a force that compels him to heed the call, invoked by the magic that has bound him to you from that fateful night so long ago.

As if a string has attached itself to him, it yanks him back up at full force, and just like that, he's careening back onto the hardwood floors of his demolished penthouse suite. He can't say he's stuck the landing – you know, drenched, bleeding and suddenly so off-balanced – but his entrance was dramatic enough if the faces of you and the archangel is anything to go by.

After recovering from his shock, Taehyung's angelic face twists into utter disgust and with revulsion coating each syllable, he spits out. “Vile beast.”

Ouch, Jimin knows he probably looks like one hot mess right now – probably the worse in all his life – but he didn't have to put it like that. Oh well, no point in getting sensitive now, because clearly the archangel has way worse to say.

“Repulsive! Filthy abomination! Most unclean!” Taehyung continues to spew out, the words becoming angrier and angrier, even staggering back a few steps as if he can't stand being anywhere near Jimin and the only thing keeping him from fleeing completely was his sense of duty and pure loathing. Eyes blazing and sword still in hand, he shouts, “In His name and in my power, I will condemn you back to Hell!”

“NO!!”

Jimin distinctly hears you shout, the same time Taehyung goes to raise his sword again and he nearly topples over from the force of your entire weight hurtling towards him. He does his best to cushion your fall, grunting as his arms embrace you even when they feel like blocks of lead, head groggy and vision wavering nauseously. You scramble up, kneeling protectively in front of your guardian demon with your arms spread out, your body acting as a living shield. The obsidian blade stops in its tracks, halted by an immovable force that was you.

You stay that way for what felt like several tense minutes, heart pumping and blood rushing in your ears as you will yourself to stand your ground against Taehyung whose eyes are blazing so brightly you're convinced they might actually burn right through you to Jimin.

“...Y/N....” You hear him rasp out weakly behind you and the sound is enough to have your gaze stray for a split second before you get a hold of yourself. You want to turn so badly, to look at him and let him know that you're here, but you're so afraid to lose him again. You won't take any chances. So you bite down on your lip and bear through the ache in your chest, lest you want to break apart now.

You watch countless emotions pass through those eerily glowing orbs, and to your astonishment, something cracks, his severe expression crumpling into something almost mournful.

“How hath thou fallen......” Taehyung whispers. You startle when his sword noisily clatters against the ground in the way he carelessly lowers it and then, brings up his free hand to cover his face. “I cannot understand it....Why....”

He continues to mutter unintelligibly, almost maddeningly to himself as you watch on pins and needles. Slowly, his voice rises and you begin to make out bits and pieces of what Taehyung is saying.

“Such deceit.....Oh, how they hath lied and seduced thou to sin with their lecherous ways! Tainted thy soul! Lead thee astray from His righteous path!” When he finally lowers his hand, you're in disbelief at how distraught Taehyung looks at you, further emphasized by the gold streaks glistening vibrantly under his eyes. “And now thou hath chosen to forsake thy life for this....!”

“Listen I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but I haven't been lied to or tricked or whatever it is you think!” You find yourself snapping back angrily. Up until now, all he's done is ramble on about righteousness and patronizing you about what you're doing with his literal holier than thou attitude. So even though you have no idea what he means by any of this, you've had had enough.

“Oh how she speaks delusions! Thou art Eve – so naive and easily tempted by simple sweet words. How thy heart aches at the sight of such a hereditary flaw! Since whence has thou faith and will become so....so pitiful?!”

Despite your outburst however, it's like he continues to ignore you, caught up in grand delusions of his own. Furthermore, Taehyung is looking at you with such impassioned eyes that you think your retort may have riled him up even more. But the more he's berating you, the more offended you are, which makes you angrier.

“You – ! You think because you're an angel you can just – pass judgement like that on everyone else huh?!”

Taehyung scoffs, “Humans are all the same; the slightest bit of trial that come unto thee hast thou crumbling, groveling pathetically at the first chance of reprieve that thou wouldst throw away all moral! How He hath offered guidance, salvation and love; died on the cross for thy sins, yet in return this is thou repayment?! By laying with a spawn of Satan?!”

“So what?! You have no business with what I do!”

Before Taehyung could retaliate, a bellow came from behind you so suddenly that it startles the both of you into silence.

“Enough!”

You whip your head around to Jimin and any thoughts of arguing further with the angel in front of you dies out. Your hand is reaching out instinctively, arm ready to wrap around his shoulder to support him because at that moment, he looked ready to collapse, slumped over so heavily on his knees but the twitch of muscle and the rustle of a large appendage that follows has you pausing.

The wounds where the half-formed wings sprouts from look extremely tender, the skin around taut and inflamed, still bleeding and made worse by how their weight is dragging them down. Not wanting to aggravate them any further, you shift to have your arm more towards his lower back, hoping that he can lean against you to alleviate some of the strain.

He does so gratefully, ignoring the way the feathers poke into your sides and the disapproving look Taehyung shoots your way.

“Jimin...” You whimper weakly, not wanting to see him push himself in such a state, but he does so anyways, seemingly mustering a herculean strength to be able to lift his head up.

“Enough.....” He repeats, the tiredness making his voice hoarser. “This is something that's just between you and me, archangel.”

Taehyung lets out a short, brusque laugh at that. “Thy ignorance truly knows no bounds. The sins that thou hast committed hast ultimately damned a soul of the innocent! Thou shall both be sent to Hell as punishment!”

“Which is why – “

“That's fine.” You feel two pairs of eyes on you instantly, the weight of them crushing but you power through in spite of it, proclaiming boldly. “I want to give my soul to my guardian demon.”

You swear time freezes, the same time Jimin's and Taehyung's jaw collectively drop. You bite down on your lip, eyes shifting nervously between the two, however you refuse to elaborate as you feel like that statement alone explains itself and that there's nothing that will change your mind otherwise. After what felt like an hour of stunned silence, Jimin is the first to snap out of it, his face darkening with a seriousness you've never seen before.

“No Y/N, I will not allow it.”

A part of you is hurt at hearing his answer but most of all, you're in disbelief as you turn your attention to him.

“But I want to Jimin. This is about breaking the guardian contract right? If I willingly consent to giving my soul to you in a new contract, then everything would just cancel itself out and there'll be no reason for them to send angels after you like this.”

“Cease thy tongue foolish child, thou dost not knowest of what you speakth.” Taehyung seethes in rudely, glaring daggers at you and you just about whipped your head around to tell him to fuck off when you feel Jimin firmly grip your forearm, like he half expected you to physically lunge at the celestial being.

“He's right Y/N.” Jimin sighs, the weight of the words heavy, making them hard to speak aloud. “You don't know what it truly means to forfeit your soul to a demon.....I won't – no I can't let you do that to yourself.”

“What does it matter whether she will or she won't? As with thou, she too will suffer the same fate.” Taehyung scoffs.

“And this is what I was trying to get at, if you had just listened.” Dark crimson orbs clash with the pale golden haze of Taehyung's as Jimin levels a stare burning with conviction. He takes in a breath, and unwaveringly, he says, “I can take this fall. Alone.”

“....Wha–”

“Let me take the blame, for everything. Tell the heavenly court that I was the one who coerced Y/N into sinning, that she was acting under the influence of my charmed magic. And that I did it because I wanted to spite Heaven by taking a protected soul and severing the duties imposed by the contract.”

Now it's your turn to be stunned speechless, mouth falling agape as your mind tries to wrap around Jimin's declaration. He's going to take the blame himself? No, he's essentially going to lie about everything – falsely self-incriminate himself just so you're able to walk away from this scot free? You don't understand it, or more like you don't want to but it doesn't stop the way your stomach plummets. And yet, you find that the words he spoke were not what truly made your blood run cold.

It's the confidence in which he says them – as if he had decided this long ago.

Your silent internal panic is broken by a boisterous laughter. It's deep and gasping, and you realize that it's coming from Taehyung, who looked about ready to keel over from laughing so hard. When he's finally managed to calm down enough, he barks out incredulously, “What jest! Thou expects me to believe that a filthy, heedless demon wouldst swear on such words that go against one's nature?”

“I'll swear on my name.” Jimin doesn't miss a beat, and this time, the statement hits a nerve on Taehyung, the angel visibly taken aback. Jimin continues, still steady with his words, “I'll forfeit my true name to you if that's what it takes to get you to trust me, but you and I both know that this will be the way to save her.”

Finally getting a hold of yourself, you vehemently protest. “W-Wait! But it's not true though?! How can this work when I've been willing the whole time and I can prove it?”

“No, it can....” The angel interjects, a pensive look drawn over his face for the first time. “So long as there is cause, Heaven will simply overlook a mortal's folly in favour of preserving a soul from damnation, and in the face of possible foul play from a demon involved, thy words will more than likely be null.”

“....You....You can't be serious....” You whisper disbelievingly, but it's clear that Taehyung is not here to listen to what you have to say any longer. He lets out a huff, a hard gaze pinned on Jimin and putting away his sword, he says,

“Thy terms...are accepted.”

You're shaking your head, eyes widening and heart pounding frantically as Jimin lets out a soft sigh. He tilts his head towards you, calm and collected – the complete polar opposite of you – and despite his heavy injuries, he smiles reassuringly at you.

“I might be gone for a while cherub, but don't worry okay? It's gonna be alright.”

You don't know whether to laugh or cry, can't believe that he's trying to comfort you when his life is the one on the line. There's a lump in your throat that's building, making it harder and harder for you to say anything but even then, you could only repeat feebly, “You can't.... You can’t just – I can’t...! Jimin there has to be something – !”

“Please cherub, promise you’ll stay safe while I’m gone.” Jimin whispers, and after taking your hand in his, he adds, “For me?”

Staring into those ruby eyes, you search aimlessly in their depths for any doubts, any uncertainties however, there's just the same steadfastness Jimin always had. Your stomach twists, conflicted. When you open your mouth to speak again, your words catch as the reality of it sets in; in the realm of these otherworldly beings, you will always be the one who is powerless.

Taehyung clears his throat then, letting you know that you don't have the luxury to privately discuss this matter; though deep down, you think it won't change anything. So you only nod to Jimin. You feel him give your hand one last squeeze, before he gently nudges you out of the way until you're no longer holding him upright. Your body moves numbly as you watch the archangel stride towards Jimin, stopping at an arm's length away his kneeling form.

Outstretching one arm, he faces his palm to the crown of Jimin's head and recites, “Coronam argenteam; nomen quod dicitur, hoc est nomen quod tenetur.”

And in response, Jimin answers, “Rhaemaris.”

A light suddenly emits from the tips of Taehyung's slender fingers then, spreading until it forms a ring-like shape. As the light begins to fade away, you see a gleam of silver shine through. Against the dark tresses of Jimin's hair, the circlet stands out, simple and delicate in how almost thin the three metal band coils around his head; a stark contrast compared to what was actually the crown Jimin was forced to wear.

Thorns.

Like the vines in which they sit upon, they're small but many, sinisterly sharp as they press too uncomfortably close to skin that you fear they may pierce. Perhaps that was the purpose, you think bitterly.

“We will now return to Heaven, where thou shall face judgement before the court and knoweth of thy fate.” With the flourish of his robes, he sweeps to stand behind Jimin. His pale irises slide over to you and as if just out of common courtesy, he gives you a very curt, “I bid thee farewell.”

You grit your teeth, willing yourself to bite back the scathing response sitting at the tip of your tongue. As much as you'd like, you know it won't do you any good at this point; you're done wasting your breath on someone like him.The floor beneath them begins to glow white as a rune of sorts appears, enveloping the pair in its circle of strange celestial markings. A wind picks up the more the magic intensifies, stinging your eyes but you don't look away from Jimin and his deep crimson gaze that never seems to have left you for a second.

You feel the need to say something then, a million words weighing on your chest that they all end up clogging at your throat. Jimin must've sensed it too, and you see a flicker of a thought pass over his face. You fight to regain control of your voice, mouth opening the same time as Jimin does too. To you, it felt like it was all happening in slow motion but just before a single word can come out from either of you, you hear Taehyung's command.

“Ascend.”

There was a blinding flash, a woosh of air – all of which catches you off guard because when you're finally able to blink away the spots that dance in your vision, you find there is no longer a demon or an angel in sight.

Surrounded by nothing but the ruins of a place no longer recognizable, you are now alone.

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