#spring drabble 2020

[arofili]

Tolkien Fandom Event Calendar

Recently I’ve received some asks about events/weeks in the Tolkien fandom, so I thought I’d compile a list of those that I know about. This is not exhaustive, and dates are subject to change by the organizers of these events!

Other blogs you can check out are @tolkieneventsblog and @tolkienfandomevents, though I’m not sure how active those are. The @silmarillionwritersguild Discord also has a channel dedicated to signal boosts for all sorts of Tolkien-related & general fandom happenings, which is another excellent way to keep up with fandom goings-on.

Want to run your own event? Here’s some of my tips!

If your event is not on here and you’d like it to be, let me know and I can add it :) Note: I will only add events that have announced dates!

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JANUARY Screw Yule My Slashy Valentine @myslashyvalentine — work time Lord of the Rings Secret Santa @lotr-sesa — reveals Thorin’s Spring Forge @thorinsspringforge — signups Second Age Week @secondageweek

FEBRUARY Hidden Paths My Slashy Valentine — reveals Thorin’s Spring Forge — claims Maedhros and Maglor Week @maedhrosmaglorweek

MARCH Back to Middle-earth Month @spring-into-arda Thorin’s Spring Forge — work time Fëanorian Week Fun with Fanon Fest Round 1 @funwithfanon

APRIL Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang @tolkienrsb — signups Silm Remix @tolkienremix — signups & assignments Thorin’s Spring Forge — reveals  Aralas Week @aralas-week Barduil Month @bi-widower-dads All of Arda is Autistic @all-of-arda-is-autistic F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase I @spring-into-arda

MAY Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — claims Silm Remix — reveals Aspec Arda Week @aspecardaweek Angbang Week @angbangweek Gondolin Week @gondolinweek F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase II

JUNE Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — work time Scribbles and Drabbles @fall-for-tolkien — signups Tolkien Ekphrasis Week @tolkienekphrasisweek F3: Focus on Friendship & Family, Phase III

JULY Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — work time Scribbles and Drabbles — claims Tolkien Gen Week @tolkiengenweek LotR Ladies Week @lotrladiessource Tolkien Appreciation Week @tolkienweek Tolkien Latin American & Caribbean Week @tolkienlatamandcaribbeanweek

AUGUST Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — deadlines Scribbles and Drabbles — art reveals Innumerable Stars Exchange @innumerable-stars — nominations & signups Tolkien of Colour Week @tolkienofcolourweek Silvergifting Week @silvergiftingweek Tolkien OC Week @tolkienocweek

SEPTEMBER Tolkien Reverse Summer Bang — reveals Scribbles and Drabbles — work time Innumerable Stars Exchange — signups & assignments Sindar Week @sindarweek Dor Cúarthol Week @dorcuartholweek Finwëan Ladies Week @finweanladiesweek

OCTOBER Innumerable Stars Exchange — reveals Scribbles and Drabbles — work time Half-elven Week @halfelvenweek

NOVEMBER Tolkien Secret Santa @officialtolkiensecretsanta — signups & assignments Scribbles and Drabbles — fic reveals Nolofinwean Week @nolofinweanweek

DECEMBER Tolkien Secret Santa — advent calendar & reveals My Slashy Valentine @myslashyvalentine — signups & assignments Lord of the Rings Secret Santa — claims Khazad Week @khazadweek

MONTHLY EVENTS: These events have prompts/challenges occurring every month. Teitho Contest Tolkien Short Fanworks Silmarillion Writers’ Guild @silmarillionwritersguild

(this list was last updated 5/4/23)

LEGACY EVENTS: These events used to occur, but have not happened within the last year. Arda Needs More Pride @ardaneedsmorepride (bimonthly; last run 2020) Kiliel Week @kilielweek (timing variable; last run 2021) @oneringnet monthly events (last run 2021) Atani Week @ataniweek (January; last run 2021) Legendarium Ladies April @legendariumladiesapril (April; last run 2020) Gates of Summer Exchange @gatesofsummerexchange (May-June, last run 2022) Tolkien South Asian Week, run by @arwenindomiel (June; last run 2022) Arafinwëan Week @arafinweanweek (July; last run 2019) Fëanturi Week (August; last run 2019; no official blog and the creator has deactivated) Imladrim Week @imladrimweek (November; last run 2019) Doriath Week @doriathweek (November; last run 2020) Tolkien Family Week @tolkienfamilyweek (November; last run 2021)

#tolkien #tolkien fandom #the silm #the silmarillion #silm fandom #silmarillion #silm #lotr #lord of the rings #lotr fandom #the hobbit #hobbit fandom #tefain nin #tolkien fandom event calendar #tolkien fandom events #save

[jokeringcutio]

Fics Listed (Feb 6 '24 )

I've got new updates folks. As Tumblr pages aren't that easily clickable on the app, here's a current up to date list with some of my writing.(Tumblr kept crashing so this is list is without pics)

IN THIS ENORMOUS POST YOU"LL FIND: Black Phone | Joker (2019) | Five Night's at Freddy's (William Afton & Stepdad AU) | Scream (Stu Macher & Stepbrother AU) | House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell | Terrifier | Moon Knight (2022) | Blue Eye Samurai | Pokémon | Enola Holmes(2020) | Once Upon A Time | Peter Pan/Hook | Crimson Peak | (Halloween2023 list including Crimson Peak & Stranger Things & Harry Potter & First Reformed ) Click below to unfold the list and browse. There's more to come lovelies <3

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber:

Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as older man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of ‘the gift’). *~* TEARS - Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Kidnapped!Reader (Explicit, lots of warnings, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Non-con elements). Reader hasn’t succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome yet. *~* HALLOWEEN DECORATION – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Explicit) Reader is Albert’s coworker. *~* TRICK OR TREAT – SWEET GRABBER X READER VERSION (Teen, No Warnings except perhaps dark undertones? But overall quite innocent). Reader rings Albert’s doorbell to trick-or-treat. *~*  Menstruation Kink - Grabber x Reader (NSFW, lots of Warnings) *~* Just as Dangerous Grabber x (f) Reader  Explicit. Warnings. Smut. Consensual Rough play, belt choking, daddy-kink and much more. Reader has been taken by the Grabber but he discovers she has her own agenda (killer Reader). 

Drabble:

*~* What if Reader got pregnant of the Grabber and he discovered her pregnancy, Mature themes *~* Reader is Albert Shaw’s younger girlfriend and helps him unwind. Explicit, Age Difference. *~* Reader has a nightmare but is comforted by the Grabber Explicit, Stockholm Syndrome, dubcon smut. *~* Reader scratches their own arms when Albert Shaw stops them, T, but self-harm (scratching), swearing (by reader), genneutral Reader. *~* Grabber Finds a Plushie, Yellow Bunny in your backpack, NC-17 due to themes. *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You’re kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You’re kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You’re his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Headcannons: *~* Grabber x Male Cop Reader

Crossovers: Black Phone & Moon Knight ~*~  Albert Shaw x Reader x Arthur Harrow “ His Brother” : When his brother Albert joins the cult, Arthur orders you to marry him. You’re a tool to keep Albert in check. Or could there be more to it? Rating: Explicit. Warnings: Explicit sexual content, strangers to lovers, forced marriage, pining, dubcon-to-con, older men/younger woman, age difference, belt/choking

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1|  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Ficlets: ~*~ Ficlet: The Librarian and the Clown (Rating Teen) You notice the man as he comes in and asks your help using the computer. You’d never imagined he would come ask for your help in an entirely different matter.   ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself(Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

The Rescue (Reader being Rescued by Joker) 

Pregnant with Arthur’s baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader’s Gary’s friend and Arthur’s Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker Ficlets: ~*~ Reader is Joker’s girlfriend trying on a new costume, J swears to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend the Grabber, Warnings 18+, sexual content, references to Badass!Reader

Drabbles:

~*~The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.  ~*~ Bumping into Albert on way to date with Arthur, Rating: Teen.

Five Nights at Freddy 

Index: 

FNAF General Fics

Stepdad! William Afton x Reader

~*~William Afton x (f) Reader “Best Friend’s Dad”, Warnings, 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, Older man x younger woman, Friend’s dad x Reader. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Swimming Pool”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual Content, Vag, fingering, hint of adultery, married older man x younger woman. You’re swimming at the local pool when you bump into a married man. If he is deliberately touching you, then why does he introduce his family to you? Surely you are imagining things, right?~*~William Afton/Steve Raglan x (f) Reader “Explore”, Warnings 18+, Explicit Sexual content, non-con/dub-con, loss of virginity, breeding kink. Reader is exploring an abandoned building when she finds a wounded man. She should not have helped him. [ Continuation MULTI-CHAPTER on AO3 ]

Stepdad! William Afton:

~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Accidental Picture”, WARNINGS: 18+, Smut, Non-con/Dub-con, Dark!William, First time (reader),  Stepdad teaches his daughter a lesson after she accidentally sends him a nude.  ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Boyfriend”, Warnings, 18+, smut, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, William is not a nice man, fingering, jealousy, creampie. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Christmas Present”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual content, fingering, creampie, keeping it a secret from mom, smut. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Telephone Cable”, Warnings: Explicit, Sexual Content, Light choking, cock warming.

Drabbles: ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Caught In the Act”, You catch your stepdad on the toilet. Warnings: Mature, Accidental Nakedness, Confusion, Tension. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader, Mom brings up a paternity test during dinner, William is, of course, your son’s father, and no one is to know. Mature due to themes. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader Drabble, [4] Mom suggests a paternity tests while you’re eating dinner.~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Newborn”, [3]You are on your way home after giving birth to your stepdad’s child - but no one may know. Warnings: Mature. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Discovered”, [2] Your pregnancy is discovered by your mom. Warnings: Explicit. talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being evil/Manipulative William ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Pregnant”,  [1]Your mom has news to share. Warnings: Mature, talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, angst, drama, William being mean. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “New Year”, Explicit, SMUT. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Cinema”, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, Family Gathering, Secret touching. ~*~ William Afton x (f) Reader “Barbecue, Warnings: Mature, older man x younger woman, Stepdad!WilliamAfton, jealousy.

STEPDAD X Male Reader Quick Drabble of M Reader discovering something’s missing from his room, Mature due to themes and implications.

Stepdad William Afton & Stepbrother Stu Macher: *Stepdad Afton is sometimes mentioned as the dad/present as a father figure/ sometimes romantically or sexually involved. Check story description/warnings for this.

Stu Macher (Scream)

~*~ Meeting Stu, Rating: Teen, Tension. Mention of Stepdad William and Stepsister Vanessa. ~*~ First Evening Meal (Footsie) Rating Mature due to themes. Mention of Stepdad Afton (getting involved under the table) ~*~ Baking Cookies with Stu, Rating: Mature due to themes. ~*~ First Time having your Period, Rating Mature due ot themes and remarks made by Stu. ~*~ First Time Bumping into Stu in the Hallway on your way to bed. Rating Mature due to themes and amibiuos comments by Stu.  ~*~ Watching Stu and his girlfriend Casey, Rating: Teen. Jealousy. Mention of Stepdad William Afton. ~*~ Stu Playing FNAF Rating: Mature. Mention of Stepdad Afton.

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil’s Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis F*cks Reader into labor, Explicit! Smut, labor, Can be seen as a continuation of the Halloween Ritual AND Reader is pregnant as found below. ~*~ Otis discovers Reader is pregnant Mature, Can be seen as a continuation drabble of the Halloween Ritual. ~*~ Reader ends up being bred by Otis in a Halloween Ritual Explicit, Smut, Murder. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader Artful Pictures, Warnings 18+, Reader takes pictures of Otis’s art. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Migraine”, Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader “Third Time’s a Charm”, Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

Terrifier Drabble/Ficlet: ~*~ “Giving Birth to Art’s Baby” - Art the Clown x Reader, Explicit for Gore, Blood, Murder, Graphic Birth, Cannibalism. ~*~ Reader Bumps into a Clown at Halloween who comes to visit her house Explicit, Smut.

#albert shaw #the grabber #arthur fleck #william afton #stu macher #terrifier #otis b driftwood #not my masterlist but sorta #I wrote this

[zeldaelmo]

Zelmo's Masterlist 2023

An old promise forces Link into a betrothal with Zelda, the daughter of his father's friend and the center of Castle Town's rumors. At the end of the winter solstice ball, however, he makes his own, rushed promise to her. He soon discovers she might be worth holding it no matter the trouble that seems to follow them like a shadow.

Regency AU, E-rated, ongoing; Read The Promise

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Heart to Heart

Zelda is eager to finally confess her feelings to Link on Valentine's Day, but she has to realize she missed a thing or two during her time on the surface.

Written for the Loftwing Letters event of the @zelinkcommunity — Skyward Sword zelink

Read Heart to Heart

Trapped in the Sanctuary, Zelda does everything she can to provide Link with healing items for his quest, but no matter how many apples and potions she gives him, he still comes back every few days…

Written for @zelinktines23; ALttP zelink; Read Magical

Link joins Zelda’s class so that her students can learn first hand about the knights of Hyrule. Turns out they aren’t as prepared for the children’s questions as they thought...

BotW/TotK zelink; Read Rumors have Wings

He has done it all before, but the difference is - this time he remembers.

TotK zelink; Read It's Lonely at the Top

Link shows Zelda his new dream home... Or rather what's left of it.

Totk zelink; Read Superglue

The three golden rules of a jeweler are discretion, politeness, and subtlety. No big deal for Isha, Gerudo Town's jewelry shopkeeper, but there's one customer who keeps her on her toes.

Totk zelink; read Shop rules

Link has left a mixtape on Zelda's doorstep but she seems to ignore the implication that comes with that. Maybe it's for the best, they're best friends after all...

90s AU, zelink; read Mixtape

Two lives meant to be lived in parallel, forbidden to intersect. Two souls longing for each other, against every rule. Two hearts, lonely in a castle stuffed with people. One delicate secret.

Hyrule Warriors zelink, E-rated; Read Crown of Lies

Zelda is taking over the fabric store from her mother and struggles to balance traditions, new ideas, and financial problems. The last thing she needs in her sewing class is a guy who disagrees with her every word and threatens to ruin her favorite time of the year: Christmas.

Fabric store AU; read One Stitch at a Time

Zelda and Link are finally back home in Hateno but... the time apart has left traces on them both. It's nearly impossible for Link to push aside what so often happened around midnight while she was gone and her tender voice failed to warn him about the blood moon.

TotK, E-rated; read Just After Midnight

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Wind in my hair, Spring in my heart Zelda persuades Link that she can try the Master Cycle Zero. Despite Link's worry for her safety, everything goes well until he whispers something very unexpected from the place behind her... Botw zelink, written for the By your side zine; read Wind in my hair, Spring in my heart

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Still need more zelink? Here's more:

Masterlist 2022

Masterlist 2021

Masterlist 2020

Drabbles (200-500 words)

Three-sentences-fics for a follower milestone

I'm a mod on the @zelinkcommunity discord! Come join us!

#zelink #legend of zelda #alttp #botw #skyward sword #zeldaelmo writes #Totk #totk spoilers

[damatris]

I was tagged by @fieldofclover!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

First fic you ever published there: Born of Familiarity

I ended up hyperfixating on The Witcher (all versions tbh, it's got so many cakes. And it's still having me in its grip.) in 2019 when Netflix released the 1st season. In spring 2020 I was painting a portrait of Geralt and the sentence "To Geralt Jaskier registered as quiet." popped up in my head and didn't leave me alone until I started unveiling the reason. And then I ended up writing the thoughts down in fic format, writing prose for the first time in like 8 years and fic in maybe 14 years? The overwhelming positive reception only fed into the rediscovering of how much fun writing prose is (had been doing only comic scripting) and I continued writing more fics. That one also ended up being the 1st fic of the series that's my main focus.

Last fic you published: Flying High, Falling Low (Latest update was on Winter Winds and Snowmelt though)

I'll be talking about both fics later on.

Any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once: Ouija Phone

It's a very slightly longer than a drabble crack fic for The Umbrella Academy. I just thought it'd be funny. It's also the only fic that's not for The Witcher on ao3.

Your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Will talk about it later.

Fic you wish more people read: I Get To Watch You Grow Up Now

This one is purely book based fic involving Dandelion and Essi. It's a short snapshot of their almost familial relationship. I personally like how it turned out despite not much happening.

Tbh, I'm not surprised at all that this particular fic has far less interaction than my other ones since it's not geraskier or has any other ship either. Plus Essi is only in a single one shot in the book series so she's not so well known character.

Fic you agonized over the most: Flying High, Falling Low

Decided to go with this instead of any long fic because the amount of agonizing versus word count is higher despite having written a bulletin point fic a couple of years ago which I used as an outline.

This one was for the Disability Pride Month Challenge in a discord group and I decided to use bipolar disorder. Which is what I have so I ended up using A Lot of personal experiences and that was both difficult and freeing. It's not the 1st time I've put them on paper or even leaned into fics but this time there wasn't much redressing some of the symptoms into different things/reasons and creating distance that way.

It's kinda surprising how very, very few fics there are with bipolar Jaskier since a lot of his canon behavior fits it. But from what I've observed, people tend to give him adhd if he's written neurodivergent. I wonder if it's because of adhd is better known or if it's because of the stigma still clinging to bipolar disorder (...most likely because of a combination...).

Fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort: There's Harshness In Your Voice And Softness In Your Hands

This is a funny and lighthearted one with concussed Jaskier. It was so much fun writing him being a bit loopy and saying only parts of his thoughts out loud to Geralt's exasperation. Plus, I got to write a whole silly ditty for it that I posted as a 2nd chapter. The whole fic was written wayyy past midnight during an insomnia spell which absolutely lent itself for Jaskier's thought process. It's also my most popular fic by a pretty large margin when looking at kudos, however I don't consider it as such. (That would go to Biting Snake Isn't Better Than Knife In Your Back due to the comments and bookmarks. Sorry for sneaking in a fic not asked for)

A work you are proud of—for whatever reason: Winter Winds and Snowmelt

Winter Winds... Gosh, I have so many feelings about this fic (And Biting Snake too which is the immediate prequel). I'm really happy with the way I managed to treat serious topics about mental health, recovery from trauma, and building healthy relationships both romantic and platonic. It's not a perfect representation but the way multiple readers have told me how much they see themselves/in general identify with what the characters are going through and how it has brought them comfort makes me feel like I've done a good job. Not to mention that people have loved the slow healing and found each chapter interesting is so so great to hear. Especially since Winter Winds is the longest fic by a large margin in the Geraskier tag on AO3. Which I still find absolutely wild! I have no idea how it's currently a bit over 472k words.

Also, I'm so very proud about the fact that I'm currently writing the last chapter of it. It's been a long ride, both with time and word count. I started it in fall 2020 so it's going to be slightly less than a 3 year project. And I'm almost finished. I'm actually having so many feelings about finishing that the last chapter is a very slow writing as I'm also letting go of the fic and all the emotions I've gone through while writing it. Although, the series it's part of isn't even close to finished so I don't have to say goodbye to these particular versions of the characters.

Uhh.. I never know who to tag but @dapandapod maybe you want to talk about your fics...!

#iida rambles #the Witcher #the witcher fanfiction #geraskier #the Witcher fanfic #Witcher #adventures with writing

[murswrites]

🌸3 Years of MURSWRITES Event 🌸

🌸 I’ve Aged Three Years On This Blog 🌸

I started this blog (originally @peakymarvelworld) in March of 2020 at age 15. I’ve just turned 18 and this blog has changed a lot over the course of the last 2 years. I’m titling this 3 years of MURSWRITES since it technically has been for me personally but in actuality, it’s only been 2 years and some months. This event is going to be very similar to my Spring Break Speed-Run Event.

The sleepover options are all little tidbits that make me, me :) I thought it’d be cute to customize the name lol, sending just the emoji is fine by me! I also think it’s really clever that the timeline equals 18 and I did 18 character LOL

🌸 Important Info 🌸

Timeline: July 6, 2022 - July 12, 2022 Types of requests: Headcanons, blurbs, even drabbles if I am inspired* What is this event celebrating? My 18th birthday and 2,500 followers!  What kind of activities are included? A sleepover event & mini fics again!

🌸 What Does The Sleepover Entail? 🌸

🌞 Cancer Sun: i’ll answer any burning questions y’all have for me

🌝 Pisces Moon: random headcanons for any of the characters listed below! send me an idea or just send “pisces moon w/character name”

⭐️ Virgo Rising: no context ships, send your name, sexuality,  your gender & pronouns, fandom &  3 things about you ---- (ex: ⭐️, rowan, bisexual, nonbinary, he/they, stranger things, i’m sarcastic, i like cats, pink is my favorite color!) MUTUALS ONLY

🌸 Chaotic Evil: fuck, marry, kill with any 3 characters from any of my fandoms or those listed below :)

🌈 INTP: vibe check - see if i pass your vibe check by sending something you like, dislike (whatever) and ill give my opinion on whatever it is!

🌸 Who can I request for? 🌸

Ada Thorne-Shelby (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale )

Adrian Chase (Vigilante, DCECU)

Alina Starkov (The Sun Summoner, Grishaverse)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton S1-S2)

Bonnie Gold (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale )

Bruce Wayne (Batman, The Batman 2022)

Connor RK800 (Detroit: Become Human)

Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy, S1-S3)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things S1-S4)

Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games, Books & Movies)

Matthias Helvar (Grishaverse)

Matthew Murdock (Daredevil, Daredevil)

Malyen Oretsev (Grishaverse)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things S1-S4)

Tobias Eaton (Divergent, all Movies, his book, books 1 & 2)

Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders, S1-S6 minus the series finale)

Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher 3 & Netflix S1 & S2)

🌸 Prompt Lists 🌸

Angst, Terror, & Anger

Dramatic / Worried

Fluff Alphabet

Hugging / Kissing

Peaky Blinders

Sassy / Humor

Bliss / Fluff

Random / Misc

Songs

🌸 Specific Rules 🌸

* The type of request written will be decided by me, so if you send a request asking for a headcanon, it will be deleted. I will write your scenario, idea, etc. as I see fit.

🌸 Mutuals🌸

@musicallisto

@imaginesbymk

@sinfulshelbys

@peak-a-blinder

@smallheathgangsters

@anthonysharmaa

@irishwhiskeys

@sleepypeaky

@vostokovasmelina

@bitchroyy

@amysteryspot

@myriadimagines

@bonniesgoldengirl

@retromafia

@starkeysslut

@theowritesstuff

@retvenkos

@noesapphic

@flysafepapi

@swanimagines

@moonlit-imagines

@druiigg

@murderousginger

@peakyswift

@3xc3lsior

@peakyblcnders

@peakywitch

@the-radio-star

@staygold-bebold

@tommydoesntpayforsuits

@promenadewithme

@brokenandheadoverheels

@danihow

@thereagles

@raccoon-is-my-spirit-animal

@royaltywhxre

@writeroutoftime​

@writersmacchiato

#murswrites #3 years of murswrites #birthday celebration

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Begging

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Royality (Roman x Patton) Day 17: Begging Warnings: roleplay, blowjobs/facefucking, leg humping, exhibitionism, bondage, crying

Roman was forced to his knees in front of a thrown, in a giant room crowded with people. His hands were bound together behind his back, tied tightly with rope that was cutting into his skin. There were murmurs rippling across the crowd. Roman tried to ignore them, but focusing on what was in front of him wasn't much easier.

Patton had his legs spread apart, and was sitting with his elbows resting on his knees, and his head in his hands. He was looking down at Roman with a grin, a sparkle in his eyes.

A small crown sat crooked atop his head, and Roman's eyes momentarily glanced up towards it, before looking back towards Patton.

"My king," Roman rushed out, meeting Patton's eyes just for a second, before he bows his head and looks at the floor.

Patton tsks at Roman's words, and Roman can only imagine the look Patton's giving him right now.

"I can't believe you'd betray my like this, Roman," Patton says, voice unnaturally cold. "You were to be my prince. Tsk. But those ideas running through your head..." Patton tuts, leaning down and grabbing Roman's chin, forcing him to look up at his king.

"I think you need to be put back in your place, wouldn't you agree?" Patton asks, although he gives Roman no time to answer, instead pulling him closer by his hair.

Roman's eyes widen as his face is positioned between Patton's legs.

"My- my king," Roman tries to speak, but Patton shushes him, instead tugging down his own pants just enough for his half-hard cock to spring out. Roman gulps as he looks at the size, eyes glancing nervously between it and Patton's face.

"This okay?" Patton asks, quietly, momentarily breaking character, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Yes, my king," he then assures, verbally. He twists his head slightly, catching sight of some of the people in the room. All staring at their king, and the pathetic man who was kneeling at his feet. A shiver coursed through Roman's body at the idea of them watching him.

Patton's hand in his hair pulls Roman's face forward, pulling him out of his own mind.

"Open wide, Ro," Patton coos, and Roman does as he says, opening his mouth for Patton's cock. Patton's slowly pulls his face forward, Roman's mouth wrapping around the head of Patton's cock. He licks over the slit, and listens happily to Patton's small moan of pleasure.

Patton's hand tightens in Roman's hair, and he lets out a small breathy laugh, piquing Roman's interest. He looks up at his king, meeting Patton's smug gaze.

"Oh, sweetheart, that's not what's happening," Patton says, before forcing Roman down on his cock. Roman gags, tears pricking his eyes, unable to use his hands to steady himself as they were locked behind his back. He moans, though, clearly aroused at the thought of Patton continuing to use him.

Under his breath, Patton was muttering soft and encouraging words. Things that sounded more like him. He held Roman's head in place for a few seconds, Roman swallowing around Patton's cock. His tongue ran over the underside of the shaft, determined to please Patton while he was letting him.

That didn't last for long, however, as Patton pulled his head back, before thrusting back into his mouth. Roman moaned, keeping his head as still as he could so Patton could continue to fuck into his mouth with ease.

And Patton did just that. Thrusting in and out of Roman's mouth, holding Roman still by his hair so he was unable to do anything but take it.

Patton moaned and whined as he thrusted, babbling praise under his breath, quiet enough for only Roman to hear, which in turn caused Roman to moan around his cock. Roman attempted to roll his hips against the floor, the minimal friction not doing anything to help soothe the aching erection in his pants. He'd ask Patton to help him if his throat wasn't occupied.

He whines as Patton continues mercilessly thrusting into his throat, a tear rolling down his face from gagging.

"Oh, baby," Patton says, back arching as he moans. "Ro, you're doing so good, God, I love your pretty mouth."

Roman moans again, attempting to grind his hips against the air. Maybe it was embarrassing he was hard just from sucking Patton off, but he couldn't help it. He liked being used, and he loved that Patton was so quick to just use him.

He continues thrusting into Roman's mouth, before he forced Roman's head all the way down on his cock, coming without warning. He kept Roman's head down, forcing him to swallow his semen, before he releases Roman's head, allowing him to pull away. More tears were flowing down his face, and Patton's come was dripping down his chin, but he looked blissful. So did Patton, who was gently running his fingers through Roman's hair.

"You did so good," he coos, tucking his cock back into his pants. "And you look so pretty, on your knees in front of me. That's where you belong, baby."

Roman whines, and Patton smiles softly as he pulls him in for a quick kiss.

He then notices the bulge in Roman's pants, which he's trying to grind against the air. Patton grins.

"Do you want to get off, Ro?" Patton asks, hand coming down to cup Roman's face, and Roman's quick to nod.

"Please, my king, I need to so bad," Roman whines, leaning into Patton's hand. Patton hums in thought, as if he's debating letting Roman, and Roman opens his eyes wide, as if to plead.

And, Patton couldn't just say no to his baby in his time of need.

"Okay, Ro," Patton says, and Roman smiles. He expects Patton to untie him, maybe even lift him off the ground and let him get off on Patton's lap.

But, instead, Patton moves his leg and slots it between Roman's legs, pressing up against his bulge. Roman's face flushes as he realizes what Patton's implying, and once again his eyes dart across the room, and over the waves of people watching them.

Roman already looked pathetic, with a messy red face and his now tangled hair, but he'd look even more pathetic grinding against Patton's leg like a mutt.

"My- my king," Roman stammered, avoiding Patton's gaze. From the corner of his eye, he could tell Patton was grinning.

"What? You said you wanted to get off, Ro, and I don't allow just anyone to get off with me," Patton says. "You should feel honored I'm letting you have even my leg."

Roman gulps, before hesitantly grinding against Patton's shin. He let out a quiet moan at the action, before nervously glancing up at Patton, who was smiling down at him.

"See? Doesn't that feel so good?" Patton encourages, rubbing his leg against Roman's bulge, Roman grinding harder against Patton's leg in response. "Don't worry about other people watching, Ro, they've all already seen what an eager boy you've can be. Have you forgotten that you were just choking on my cock?"

Roman whines, rolling his hips against Patton's leg, biting his lower lip.

How he longed to use his hands, if not to palm or stroke himself, then to at least steady himself against Patton's leg.

But alas, he had to get off with his hands bound together behind his back. He buried his face in Patton's leg, as he slowly continued to grind against it. He didn't want to look at Patton's face out of embarrassment, but he could feel Patton's hand gently stroking his hair, as if praising him.

Of course, Patton continued to praise him verbally, too.

"Such a good boy. This is your place, isn't it? Being good, on your knees. You had a silly idea, didn't you. Just a dumb thought that you acted upon because of impulsiveness, but this is where you belong. Tell me it's where you belong."

"This is where I belong, my- my king," Roman moans. "On my knees, for y-you."

"That's right, baby." He lightly tugs on Roman's hair, Roman grinding down faster on Patton's leg, his face bright red. He felt warmth pool in his stomach, and he whined.

"My king, I'm close, can I come? Please?" Roman asks, continuing to grind against Patton. He doesn't receive an answer, and he whines. "My king, please-" Roman begs again, only for Patton to tug his hair back.

"I wanna see your pretty face, Ro," Patton says, and Roman whimpers. "Come for me."

Roman lets out a moan, coming in his pants at Patton's command, continuing to grind against his leg through his orgasm. When his high eventually fades, the world around them melts away, and Patton's sitting on Roman's bed, with Roman kneeling at his feet. All the people that were watching them have disappeared too.

Patton gets off the bed and kneels down, undoing the ropes that had tied Roman's hands together. He brings Roman's wrists to his lips, pressing soft kisses against the lacerations.

"Are you okay, my prince?" Patton asks, softly, helping Roman stand. Roman nods, pressing a kiss to Patton's lips, who happily returns it.

"Yeah, I'm wonderful."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes, Pat," Roman answers, pulling Patton in for a hug. "I would like to shower, though. I'm feeling a tad... uncomfortable." He shifts his weight awkwardly, being reminded that there was still semen in his pants.

Patton snorts. "Okay, Ro, let's go shower."

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020

[rjam9]

Jam’s fanfic masterpost

a masterpost for all my published fics on ao3, linked here for easy access in case you don’t want to go searching for one in particular. if any of these interest you please check out the full fic (with tags and complete descriptions) on my ao3. will try to keep it updated, but i am pretty forgetful.

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doctor who

a hundred bad days make a hundred good stories

status: ongoing, 3/?

desc.: ( a hundred good stories make me interesting at parties )

notes: a collection of very old songfic that all had a specific focus/theme in regards to the Doctor going on. some of the very first fics i posted on ao3, and i haven’t updated this series since 2020, though i do want to get back to it and revamp it at some point.

this is home

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 2.7k

desc.: The Doctor is okay. But they forget rule number one. The Doctor lies.

notes: songfic, very very old, so expect mistakes. has been crossposted before to various platforms. focuses on the Doctor’s thought process through s12.

fire

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 3.1k

desc.: It seemed like they were always burning.

notes: songfic, very very old, so expect mistakes. has been crossposted before to various platforms. focuses on the Doctor’s relationship with fear.

99

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 5.1k

desc.: “A friendship older than your civilization and infinitely more complex.”

notes: songfic, very very old, so expect mistakes. has been crossposted before to various platforms. focuses on Doctor&Master relationship.

non-series fics

the star that fell to earth

status: complete, 1/1

rating: gen

words: « they're like a shooting star, a beautiful array of gold and blue streaking across the sky. »

desc.: 2.1k

notes: my first ever fic posted to ao3 back in spring 2020, originally written circa 2018/2019 when i first got into doctor who. has been cross-posted to various platforms, so it’s been floating around for ages. a somewhat rewritten version of “The Woman Who Fell to Earth” from Thirteen’s perspective.

don’t kill me (cus’ I’m just the messenger)

status: ongoing, 4/?

rating: teen

words: 2.9k

desc.: « The universe is waiting. »

notes: my collection of doctor who one-shots, mostly drabbles too small to fit into their own fics. updates very, very occasionally.

Respice Ad Astra

status: complete, 3/3

rating: teen

words: 19.6k

desc.: After The Doctor gets knocked into a coma, Yaz and Ryan decide to dive into their mind and try to wake them up. However, to do so, they have to travel in an hellish landscape filled with secrets from the Doctors past.

notes: my first ever multichapter fic, where i got wayyy to into the “tarot card” page of the doctor who wiki. older, but i’m still proud of it since it was, again, my first ever multichapter fic.

The Concept of Karma and Unluckiness

status: complete, 1/1

rating: gen

words: 4.7k

desc.: The Doctor is just trying to find Jack and Rose, not meet their future self at some stupid, and very boring, vacation resort. Well, it could be worse. At least they got some free custard creams out of it.

notes: one of my older fics, but i still find it enjoyable. Nine&Thirteen meeting fic.

the fifteenth letter of the alphabet

status: complete, 1/1

rating: gen

words: 3.7k

desc.: The Eleventh Doctor, on a whim, decides to give their phone number to an MI6 agent named O. Here are a few of the chatlogs that happen afterwards.

notes: chatfic spanning from Eleven’s run to Thirteen’s; no actual prose to be found here, sorry.

follow me to wonderland

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 8.6k

desc.: Yaz and Dan, they’ve been having dreams, but they haven’t felt like their own. But that’s impossible, right? It’s not like they could be having someone else’s dreams, right?

notes: trippy dream fic, i was trying to be spooky.

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little nightmares

the static and the emptiness and how you lived through it

status: complete, 3/3

desc.: When Mono and Six meet in the basement of the Hunter’s cabin, neither of them think they’ll end up sticking together. That was not how this monstrous world worked, and above all else, they need to survive. Having a friend just made it harder. Luckily for both of them, they’re wrong.

notes: little nightmares destroyed me emotionally so this is how i deal with it. focuses on Mono&Six’s relationship and features canon divergence from the you-know-what. first fic is from Mono’s POV, second is form Six’s POV, and the third is an epilogue of sorts from Runaway Kid’s POV. enjoy.

living without the fear of a monochromatic existence

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 16.1k

desc.: The story of friendship, hand-holding, and how to survive longer than those who want you dead (hint — it involves those first two things).

notes: a study on Mono&Six’s relationship, with my own headcanons thrown into the mix. canon divergence for the ln2 ending. Mono’s POV.

how life works when the sun never shines

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 37.8k

desc.: The story of friendship, hunger, and trying to save yourself when you’re so intwined with another person you don’t know where to begin (hint — telling yourself something doesn’t make it true).

notes: takes place directly after first fic in the series, canon-divergence from ln2 where Mono joins Six on the Maw. Six’s POV, and features rewritten scenes from the first fic from her perspective. tw for canon-typical Six/Lady uh. dynamic.

what it means to live when you’re no longer about to drown

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 9.6k

desc.: the story of endings. and the story of beginnings.

notes: the final fic in the series, an epilogue of sorts, takes place directly after the last fic. Runaway’s POV, features some of my (very odd) Runaway characterization and an outsider pov on Mono&Six, because i live for that shit.

non-series fics

a peripeteia that happens before you wake up

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 2.9k

desc.: The story of loneliness, the passing of time, and what happens when you’re forced into isolation when your greatest fear is being alone (hint — it’s something very not good).

notes: post-ln2 trippy piece vaguely inspired by poetry.

allusions, allegories, and other literary devices involved with friendship

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 8.8k

desc.: The story of spare change, sneaking out, and holding onto the hope that someday you’ll make it out here (hint — if you’re someone like Mono and Six, you’ll make it true).

notes: a modern au. kinda.

when smelling smokes ends up causing social anagnorisis

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 10.1k

desc.: The story of weird words, paper bags, and seeing smoke before there’s even a fire (hint — sometimes you end up causing a fire anyways).

notes: a pre-ln2 fic focusing on my headcanons about Mono’s backstory.

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moon knight (mcu)

using syzygy in place of a metaphor

status: ongoing, 3/?

desc.: After the whole deal with Harrow in Egypt, the Moon Knight system is attempting to live their new shared lives together. It’s a learning curve for all of them, but they’re trying, which is all you can really do in this situation, isn’t it?

notes: originally started as a canon divergence post-series one-shot people asked for a continuation of. focuses a lot on the Marc&Steven&Jake dynamic. i have a few plot bunnies planned for the future, but as of right now i’m focusing on other fandoms. all fics should be able to be read separately from one another.

selenography in regards to the human mind

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 6.8k

desc.: What comes after for a former gift shopist, an avatar for a moon deity, a minted taxi cab driver, a sorta ex-wife who is also an avatar for a hippo deity now, a local egyptian god, and their three goldfish.

notes: originally written as a post-canon divergence standalone; system is still Moon Knight and know about Jake. can be read separately from rest of series.

perigee as a reference point

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 13.4k

desc.: There’s a universe outside of London and Egypt, and people typically take notice when you mess with the night sky.

notes: a moon knight / mainline mcu crossover. can be read separately from rest of series.

the relation between lunar cycles and the three of hearts

status: complete, 2/2

rating: mature

words: 62k

desc.: Marc and Steven open Jake’s sarcophagus when they find it on the boat in the Duat. this changes things. this changes a lot of things.

notes: a what-if Steven&Marc opened Jake’s sarcophagus fic, chp1 is “Asylum” rewrite and chp2 is “Gods and Monsters” rewrite. can be read separately from rest of series. heed tw in the author’s notes.

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ironfamily (mcu)

i’ll become a trumpet or a drumset (in a sad orchestra)

status: ongoing, 4/6

desc.: When Pepper gives Peter Harley’s number so the two boys can chat, some … stuff happens, including a kidnapping attempt, an Iron Lad appearance, family drama, a field trip from Hell, Tony being stressed out, and possibly a few more things. This was probably a bad idea.

notes: once again meant to be a standalone fic people asked for a continuation of. focuses on Peter&Harley relationship most often, but also features irondad and the other “ironfamily” subfandom tropes. all fics feature elements of chatfics and social media, though not all are as serious as others. one more main series fic is planned, then a collection of one-shots.

come on guy (i promise everything will be alright, be okay)

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 12.9k

desc.: When Pepper gives Peter Harley’s number so the two boys can chat, it ends up with a lot of texting, some explosions, a few threats of tasering and a kidnapping attempt. That really should be expected when these two became friends, though.

notes: a Peter&Harley centric fic, from Peter’s POV, takes place in the vague hand-wavey time post-Homecoming but pre-IW. vaguely crack-treated seriously + part social media fic.

i guess the last time (you had any fun)

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 22.8k

desc.: Harley’s staying in New York permanently now, for at least his next school year. This means a new classmate at Midtown Tech, the official introduction of ‘Iron Lad’ (name still in progress) to the public, and Tony gaining a few more grey hairs from his dumbass kids.

notes: a Peter&Harley centric fic, from Harley’s POV this time. takes place directly after last fic in series. vaguely crack-treated seriously + part social media fic.

the world’s smallest violin (really needs an audience)

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 27.4k

desc.: Tony is settling into his new, weird-but-normal routine, where he is currently mentoring two chaotic kids and, apparently, actually has some people in his corner. Which is good, given the fact that the Rogue Avengers are officially being pardoned. He’s pretty sure the stress is going to kill him before superheroing does.

notes: a Civil War-fallout fic, from Tony’s POV. takes place directly after last fic in series. less cracky then the previous two, still part social media fic.

holy moly (it’s a real do-nothing day)

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 36.5k

desc.: Midtown High Academic Decathlon Team has won their national competition. Technically, they don’t get any awards other than boring money stuff from it, which when Tony Stark hears about it, he intends to rectify — meaning they get a special, end-of-the-year field trip to Stark Industries on the behalf of Tony’s two interns; Peter Parker and Harley Keener. Ugh.

notes: POV outsider on the fieldtrip trope, written after the fieldtrip trope went out of style. goes back to being vaguely crack treated seriously + part social media fic. takes place directly after last fic in series and possibly the only one (besides the first) able to be read separately, but i wouldn’t recommend it.

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the murderbot diaries

Logging Off

status: complete, 1/1

rating: gen

words: 722

desc.: Murderbot has a conversation with Dr. Mensahs daughter and reflects way more than it should.

notes: first ever Murderbot fic, written pre-Network Effect

Crossed Wires

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 4.8k

desc.: Five times a human watched Murderbot and ART interact, and one time Murderbot and ART (sort of) watched the humans interact.

notes: POV outsider on Murderbot&ART, very old with many mistakes. planning on being rewritten sometime, probably whenever the next book comes out.

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five nights at freddy’s

if you get hurt we won’t cover your loss

status: ongoing, 2/3

desc.: All Gregory wanted was a warm place to sleep and some (stolen) food, but he ends up being hunted down by murderous animatronics and security guards alike, having to quite literally fight for his life, and he can’t escape no matter what he does — given that time keeps resetting whenever he dies. Too bad Gregory isn’t going to give up on this, so whoever is trying to screw him over will just have to deal with him.

notes: my Gregory-gets-stuck-in-a-time-loop verse. currently working on an alt. pov fic with plans for the sequel in place.

the party’s never over for you

status: complete, 35/35

rating: teen

words: 265k

desc.: Gregory just wanted some free (stolen) food and a warm place to sleep, except time keeps resetting whenever he dies, and he can’t escape no matter what he does. He’s way in over his head here, isn’t he?

notes: time loop fic with found family and trauma. currently my longest fic ever, so i would suggest not reading it all in one go. you’ll lose your mind.

don’t bite off more than you can chew

status: ongoing, 1/?

rating: teen

words: 6.7k

desc.: There is something odd going on in the Pizzaplex tonight, but Freddy has decided he will do everything he can to help Gregory — this odd, lost child — escape the mall unscathed. Meanwhile, Vanessa is having, quite possibility, the worst night of her life. The other animatronics don’t remember any of this.

notes: an alt. pov companion pieces to “the party’s never over for you”, featuring even more trauma and time loop shenanigans. has no strict uploading schedule and will hopefully not be as long as the og fic, but given how long all my works end up being, we’ll have to see how it goes.

bonus: check out the tumblr tag, i answer questions about it occasionally!

non-series fics

there’s a stranger in us all

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 6.2k words

desc.: Cassidy has two separate conversation with the same weepy child, who is lonely and scared and crying. The situations are just different. But that’s what really matters here, she thinks.

notes: Cassidy&CC relationship fic, bc i love the “fucked up little kid friendship” dynamic apparently. some tw apply for canon-typical gore and child death.

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good omens

the “soldier, poet, king” collection

soldier, poet, king (old)

status: complete, 6/6

rating: teen

words: 95k

desc.: Eleven years ago, the Antichrist was born, set to bring upon the end of the world in due time. He was suppose to be delivered to the Order of the Chattering Nuns the night of his birth by the demon Crowley. And that’s what happened. Well, what everyone thinks happened.

notes: an Aziraphale/Crowley raise Adam AU, every chapter is a rewritten episode. formerly my longest ever fic, has now been bumped to second place. is currently being rewritten! (see below)

soldier, poet, king

status: ongoing, 1/6

rating: teen

words: 37.5k

desc.: Eleven years ago, the Antichrist was born. The baby was to be delivered to an order of satanic nuns by the demon Crowley and then be raised by a human family, and when he came into his powers, the Earth would end in fire and brimstone. And that is what happened. Or, what everyone believed had happened.

notes: the rewritten version of my previous Aziracrow raise Adam AU, this time featuring working footnotes and some improved prose. it also looks like it is going to be twice as long as the original version. oh boy.

non-series fics

love like yours will surely come my way

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 4.6k

desc.: Crowley made it so hard, sometimes, to be an Angel. So even though Aziraphale knows he really should be finding the Metatron and going back to Heaven, he was still here, kissing Crowley in his bookshop.

notes: s02e06 fix-it fic i wrote in a day, bc season 2 left me in shambles. written in my usual style and not my emulating style, but it’s still a fluffy, angst with a happy ending one-shot to heal any broken hearts. including my own. rip

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the mandalorian (star wars)

but when we cry, we cry together (like it was meant to be)

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 3.5k

desc.: In which Din gets injured and thinks a bit more than he should.

notes: very old, written pre-s2. the last of what i call my “early days” fics where i was still getting used to ao3 and posting my polished fics. so, expect mistakes. tw for some mild desc. of injury.

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dceu

as opposed to permanence

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 2.6k

desc.: The consequences of time travel, and what comes with being just a few seconds out-of-sync with the rest of the universe.

notes: Barry Allen time shenanigans taking place post-Snyder Cut. written before all the Ezra Miller controversies, but i still like the character.

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assorted (aka, things i’ve written for class)

The Martian

it’s far behind the stars

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 814

desc.: There’s still an entire trip back to Earth to get through, and some habits are hard to break.

notes: post-canon character study written for class.

Shakespeare

you’ve been on my mind since the flood

status: complete, 1/1

rating: teen

words: 898

desc.: The water wants Ophelia to come play. It might not just be the water.

notes: character study on Ophelia from Hamlet written for class. tw for implied character death (on par for the original play) .

#fanfic #doctor who #little nightmares #moon knight #irondad #mcu #the murderbot diaries #fnaf #fnaf security breach #good omens #the mandalorian #dceu #snyder cut #the martian #shakespeare #ao3 #apologies for anyone who doesn’t want to deal with this lmao #Jam’s stuff #Jam’s ramblings

[ohshitmomitsawritingblog]

Can you do a scenario where Gaara does something embarassing and is completely flustered but his crush compliments him anyways?

Mmmm this is sooooo cute!

“Gaara—“

This was the worst possible outcome. The worst scenario. The absolute impossibly worst situation he could find himself in. He tries to pull away, but the awkward angle of the metal slot and his own panic just jams his arm further into the contraption.

“What are you doing?” His friend asks. He doesn’t want to turn towards them, but he does, slowly, the balls of his sandal clad feet grinding lightly over polished linoleum. Their head is tilted to the side, their lips twitching into something like a smile. Gaara feels something inside of him shrivel into a wasted, dry husk before dying. Again, he gives his arm a futile yank. The can of juice he had been looking to dislodge chunks loudly against the plastic catch. It rolls, side to side, and Gaara’s crush has to cover their mouth to hide their giggle.

Gaara of the Sand, Fifth Kazekage, has his hand stuck in a vending machine.

His head thumps lightly against the wide plastic button that advertised a limited edition peach-mango juice. It’s mascot looks Karma was as bizzare as she was cruel. There’s the soft sound of shoes tapping softly, approaching, sounding closer to a funeral procession, in which Gaara’s dignity was the guest of honor. A hand softly rested on his shoulder.

“Gaara?”

He groans, soft and low and childish.

“Gaara come on, everyone gets their—“ they suck in a breath, their hand giving his shoulder a squeeze. Their nails press into his jacket lightly, and any other day, he’d quietly savor the attention. “their hand stuck in a vending machine once in their—“ they let out a giggle, which should make Gaara smile, but doesn’t. “How did this even happen?”

Gaara chances a glance at them. Their face is rosy pink, their cheeks round with a good natured smile on their face. He swallows, his mouth going dry as he futilely pulls at his jammed wrist.

“My drink..uh.. got stuck.” he says, as if this explains it all. His friend gives a knowing nod.

“Vending machines are such scams,” they say, reaching over to brush their fingers over where his wrist is wedged between metal and plastic. They’re so close, Gaara could lean in to breath them in, his lips brushing against the cords of their neck. They smell sweet, like cherry blossoms mixed in with something citrus. He wonders if he could feel their heartbeat throb against his lips, if they’d taste as spring fresh as they looked.

He doesn‘t do any of that.

“You know, you did a good job, standing up to the Raikage earlier,” they comment idly, giving his wrist a slight tug, their thumb running over the thin skin of his wrist, now raw with his efforts to get free. “He’s a strong leader, but he’s too used to having total authority in his village. It’s good that he’s met an equal whose willing to both work with him and stand up to him,” they say, almost absent-mindedly. They look at him just as he looks at them. Their eyes are lovely, he thinks, like polished crystal. He frowns to himself.

Their smile falters a little.

“That was just a typical Summit conversation. Nothing special,” Gaara says, and means it. His mind tries to supply some kind of compliment, some mild balm he can offer that is neither too cold, which he is prone to being, or too much, which he’s surrounded by to the point of warping his perception of standard praise. He can think of nothing but the Leaf’s Rock Lee and his failed attempts at wooing Sakura, a girl he hardly knew but who he always thought would never be one to yield to anything easily, let alone the awkward praise of a teenaged boy in a green jumpsuit. His brother Kankuro, who was good with both women and men but rarely stuck around, and Temari, who despite her grace in all other aspects of life, was stiff with praise and just as bad at romance as he was. The less said about Baki and his string of ex wives, the better. Gaara’s mouth goes dry as his brain spirals into a puddle: sorry, we are unavailable right now, please contact us at a later date.

“Oh please,” they snort, shoulders shrugging in a lazy pinch. “You only say that because you’re a kage— with really sweaty wrists. Here...”

Gaara is about to say something to the effect of ‘that’s irrelevant—‘ until he feels a painful tug on his wrist, and the accompanying shock of his elbow slamming into the cache with the dull, but unmistakable sound of metal on bone. He hisses, shoulders hunching as he tenderly rubs his newly freed arms. There were some days where unpleasant, but mundane pains almost made him miss the former impregnability of his automatic defense. With less chakra at its disposal, things like smashing his funny bone simply weren’t covered by a sentient wave of sand anymore.

Gaara says nothing, but he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, sorry—“ his friend says, and he knows they mean it by the way their eyebrows knit together, stress lines creasing their forehead. “I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine...” Gaara mutters, looking away for a moment. His friend sighs, a sound that wasn’t exasperated, like Temari, or tired, like Kankuro, but something else that Gaara couldn’t quite describe.

“A break wasn’t worth the time,” he observed. He glared at the juice can, still innocently sitting in the cache. An illustration of a stylized grapefruit stares up at him in shiny chrome and blue writing on an orange background.

“Hey,” they say quietly, rocking on the balls of their feet before leaning their weight forward. Gaara’s body catches their’s, and he feels their arms wind around him. He could easily pull away, if he wanted, but he leaned in, pressing his nose to their hair. Despite himself, Gaara breathed in deep. He was always weak to citrus.

“I know you’ve been ... stressed, lately,” his friend says, their hand lightly resting on the middle of his back. “But you know ... wasting your time ... things not working out how you want—“ they hesitate, “it’s not the end of the world. You gotta stop being so hard on yourself.”

“I’m not—“

“You are,” they say, their voice becoming teasing. “You work hard and you never give yourself a break. I thought you were going to either cry or bring down half the building when I found you earlier.”

“I wouldn’t have cried,” Gaara said, picking something he could easily rebuttal.

“You looked it, though,” they said. “You’re stressed. You gotta take some time out. Sip your sparkling water—“

“Juice.”

“You like juice?”

“Not really,” he sighed. He didn’t want to say he bought it because he was bored, or because he knew for a fact that this brand of juice was what they liked.

“Well, get something you do like, and relax. For a half an hour, no jammed vending machines or paperwork in sight. Please?” They pull out of their hug to look at him, and Gaara can’t say his heart didn’t try to squeeze itself into his throat at the lose of contact. Their eyes were round and sparkling.

“... if you insist...” He offers, “will you accompany me?” He never intended to say no.

His friend smiles. “Of course!”

#gaara #gaara imagines #gaara scenario #gaara x reader #gaara x oc #scenario #anon #drabble #spring drabble 2020

[supernaturallymarvellous]

Drinking with the Devil (Day 4 of Hello Spring 2020)

Title: Drinking with the Devil

Summary: When Chloe suggests a night of drinking as a way of blowing off some stress, you never imagined that it would lead to a meeting with a man that would have such an effect on you.    

Author: @supernaturallymarvellous

Characters: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader, Chloe Decker, Ella Lopez

Word Count: 556

Warnings: None

A/N: @itsbuckysworld is hosting a new challenge - Hello Spring 2020 (check it out here). The prompt for Day 4 is “Cocktail”

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It had been a long day.  In fact, it had been an incredibly long week.  Working for the LA District Attorney was hard but ultimately rewarding.  However the past five days had been some of the hardest you’d ever dealt with in your time working in Los Angeles.  Case after case had passed over your desk – you seen people hurt in the most horrific ways, ways that you wouldn’t even wish upon your worse enemy – and you had decided that the only way to get rid of the horrendous images swirling around your head was to drown them in a vat of alcohol. When Chloe and Ella had suggested a girls night out, you had jumped at the chance.  

You had squeezed into one of the few glamorous dresses that you owned, slipped on a pair of high heels and headed towards downtown LA to meet up with your friends at a club called LUX.  Chloe has insisted that she’d be able to get you all in for free and probably get complimentary drinks too.  That was too good an offer to refuse; your job didn’t exactly pay well and your friends were rolling in the green stuff either so getting something for nothing sounded like the best offer you were going to get that night.

Or that was what you had thought right up until the point that you’d met the owner of the club, one Lucifer Morningstar.  

He’d sauntered over to where the three of you were sitting, a bottle of champagne in his hand and a smirk on his face that was almost sinful.  Without asking, he’d sat down in the booth, so close to you that you could feel his thigh pressing against yours.

“So ladies, girls night out is it?  Well don’t stop me from letting you enjoy yourself.  In fact, I would actively encourage it……indulge yourself.”

Chloe laughed his comments off before grabbing the bottle from him and pouring out drinks for you and Ella.  Lucifer however didn’t move.  He stayed right where he was and turned his attention towards you.  

“It’s Y/N, isn’t it?  Yes, Chloe has told me all about you but know I want to know something more.  Tell me Y/N….what is it you desire?  What do you want most out of this sordid little human life?”

For the next few moments, it felt as though a spell had been cast over you. You looked at the man sitting next to you, the man that you’d heard so much about – so many silly rumours – and found yourself unable to look away.  You were intoxicated by every part of his being; his voice flowed like silk, his eyes kept a constant lock with your own, his hand moved ever so slightly further up your leg.  You couldn’t help but open up and provide him with an answer.

“I want you.  I want to spend all night in your bed…….” You trailed off as those words left your mouth, shocked at your frankly lustful admission.  

He smiled before standing up and straightening his jacket.  After he’d said his goodbyes to the other women in your little group, he bent down and whispered in your ear, his voice so low that only you could here.

“I’ll be upstairs in about ten minutes if you want to fulfil that debauched desire….”

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Tagging: @ibwhellowriting   @waywardimpalawriter   @zepppie   @helvonasche @81mysteriouslyme   @caplanbuckybarnes

#IBW: Hello Spring 2020 #IBWHelloSpringDay4 #Lucifer Morningstar x Reader #Lucifer Morningstar #Lucifer #Chloe Decker #Ella Lopez #Lucifer fanfic #Luficer drabble #Lucifer imagine

[anonarat]

Yuri’s heart clenched as he saw Layla and Sora climbing up to those oh so high trapezes. It was as if someone had wound a watch too tight, and soon the spring would escape its confines and ruin the mechanism.

It was never supposed to get this far. He wanted, needed the pair to capitulate, so he’d gone all out, making promises and challenges and impossible deadlines that they shouldn’t be able to meet. Those two were so bright, so brilliant that he’d wanted to scare them away, so their talent wouldn’t be snuffed out as his father’s had.

He’d played the villain in the hope that they would falter, that they would be saved. Instead, the pair chose to play the heroes and their deaths would be by his hand.

It hurt, and hurt, and hurt. Still, he could not look away. He owed them this.

Yet, there was the tiniest thread of hope that these two women would succeed. Succeed and live and reduce him to a failure.

There was no victory for Yuri here, but that didn’t matter, what mattered was what would happen next.

#KS Week #KS Week 2020 #Kaleido Star #Prompt: Spring #This is one where I thought through the different meanings of spring and ended up with it only being tangentially related #But Oh Well #Daily not drabble

[tender-rosiey]

Requestssss finallly opeeennn 💃💃💃

Can I request some fluff scenario with Dazai pleaaasseee :) ?

pick a hand, won’t you? | drabble

ᴀ/ɴ: biggest writer’s block of my life and I just want a hole to swallow me and to sleep for the longest time possible; thanks for your request and I hope you have a wonderful day luv 💕 also lowercase intended this time cause the ✨aesthetic✨

it has been quite the eventful afternoon, so your boyfriend and you decided to take a stroll in the streets of yokohoma for the evening, passing by some stores that have peaked your interest and bought some trinkets and items such as candy and new decorations for your apartment.

though I don’t know if a figure of a dead rat counts as decoration, but okay. you do you.

by the time you both reach the fountain in yamashita park, the biggest park in yokohoma, night has already fallen fully and the moon is shining up high.

the fountain’s water is dancing like a piece of cloth being moved elegantly by the wind, and the flowers fill the air with their sweet aroma.

“belladonna, as your boyfriend I should take the last candy!” dazai huffs when he sees the piece of candy in your hand.

you to smirk and taunt him furthermore “if you had been more careful with yours then we wouldn’t be in this predicament, would we? how unfortunate for you, my heart hurts for you.”

you put the back of your hand on your forehead and lean back to empathize your sarcasm but stop when you feel air in your once full hand.

“osamu, give me back my candy, you cheat!” you spring reaching out for his hand but he keeps dodging you and just smiles smugly in victory while making a fool out of you in front of everyone else.

“okay, how about this: if you guess correctly which hand has the candy then I will give it you, okay?” he suggests feigning innocence.

though you play along and nod and he starts changing the place of the candy behind his back then puts both of them in front of you.

“choose wisely, my love,” he playfully says to stress you and make you doubt your choice. you being used to his tactics and antics ignore him and choose the hand you had in mind.

which you shouldn’t have because girlie turned out to be empty. he lets out a melodic laugh that made you feel that maybe losing this silly game might just be worth hearing him laugh.

“tough luck, belladonna,” he consoles you but then drops something in your hand instead before walking away with his hands in his pockets and a smile creeping up his lips once again.

it takes you a moment before you are able to register just what is in your hand.

it’s a ring.

the ring you had told yosano that you would’ve love for dazai to propose with.

you look up at the back of the your boyfriend, well now fiancé before running after him.

“osamu, wait up! are you proposing?!”

“what do you think?”

“well-“

but then your conversation is cut short by the fireworks in the sky. they paint the sky with a mix of white, purple and pink beautifully complimenting the dark blue sky above you.

the stars are twinkling and the moon is shining.

and dazai can’t help but keep on smiling with you by his side.

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do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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[pink-sparkly-witch]

Masterlist

Hi, I’m Tina! Welcome to my Masterlist!

I have been writing Supernatural fanfiction since late 2019 and started posting it in December 2020.

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These stories are entirely fiction and the product of my imagination. Most will contain explicit content, including language and smut. Some may also contain trigger warnings and will be marked appropriately.

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JENSEN ACKLES

SERIES Soulmates

ONE / TWO SHOTS Coming Home (Two Shot) Suffocate Me Remind Me (Two Shot) Blizzard Vibrations Cowboy Boots and Daisy Dukes Home for Christmas The Babysitter Spring in Fall Take Care of You

DRABBLES Girls Night

DEAN WINCHESTER

SERIES The Widow The One That Got Away

MINISERIES Can't Fight This Feeling All She Wants

ONE / TWO SHOTS Someone Like Me Those Who Wait Everything Forever Hold Your Peace Just Like This

DRABBLES Tequila

BEAU ARLEN

ONE / TWO SHOTS Taken for Granted (Two Shot)

SAM WINCHESTER

ONE / TWO SHOTS The Widow Timestamp: I Love You The Widow Timestamp: Marry Me?

BINGO / CHALLENGE MASTERLISTS

Tell Me A Story 2022

J3 Bingo

JAcklesverse Bingo

#jensen ackles x female!reader #dean winchester x female!reader #au dean winchester x female reader #beau arlen x female reader #jensen ackles x reader #dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #beau arlen x reader #jensen ackles smut #dean winchester smut #au dean winchester smut #beau arlen smut #female reader #smut #fluff #angst #supernatural #spn #spn fanfiction #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #big sky fanfic #big sky fanfiction #spn rpf #rpf

[kpopisthereasonihavenolife]

Years END | i

k.namjoon / f.reader 

genre: dystopian au, enhanced species au, sci-fi (ish), a dash of magical themes, lunar!child!y/n (it’ll make sense- kinda)

warning(s)!!: toxic family relations/alcoholism/drunk anger(the aunt sucks lol), underground earthquakes, mentions of death, government is sus (duh), jimin is literally a kid, namjoon and his aunt fight a few times, jimin cries (big sad)

w.count: 15.3k (semi-edited / or i kept getting distracted so it’s not perfect lol)

Series | One-shot | Two-Shot | Drabble | 

synopsis: in the year 2042, humanity had fled the surface of the earth, taking to underground bunkers due to a global devastational event 22 years ago. a giant tree erupted from inside the moon and sent asteroids and thick, astral branches reaching impossibly from the moon to the earth, anchoring the two celestial bodies together.  throwing the world into a chaotic mess of panic, the surface was deemed unlivable and only a select group of international government officials were allowed surface access until a law was passed that visitation above ground was allowed with set laws to abide. namjoon, a young man who lived on the surface when the world ‘ended’, had taken his younger brother who was born and raised underground to see the surface he had only read about in history books. only, when they get there, they meet someone who claimed to live on the surface; and without safety gear no less.  was the surface really as dangerous as they were lead to believe? 

-22 YEARS PRIOR: 2020-

“Sir! It’s the moon! Something’s happening to the moon!” A man, dressed in a lab coat ran over to a middle-aged man with the thickest specs known to mankind with stress already etched into his forehead.  Placing a small tablet on his desk in front of his superior was in a mode of panic.  

“What the?” The older man spoke with a high pitch of confusion.  A scanner was in front of him with readings of the moon completely off the charts and absolutely abnormal.  They were sporadic, chaotic and terrifying.  His shot out of his chair, him and his subordinate running to an observation room where they would watch live video footage of the room from a satellite they sent out years ago.  

Rushing into the room, they were met with a panicked staff.  Rows of computers were where a staff of 10 analysis’s sat, drumming away at their computers and pulling up charts and readings one after another.  The screen on the main wall, large and showing different angles of the moon.  Something was definitely wrong.

The older man ran to a woman trying to sort through papers and information while bouncing back and forth to her computer.  

“What’s happening?!” She turned her confused, shocked face to the man.

“We’re not sure, Sir!” Then, all was still when someone called for them all to look at the TV screen.  The moon began to split open.

Crevices deepened, craters opened, rock shook and shifted and soon something was springing from the rock itself.  From inside the moon, burst roots.  Roots upon roots, looking to be as thick as house and bending and moving at unbelievable ways.  Pulling and forcing their way through the surface of the moon, rock and surface were shattered and sent propelling towards the earth like meteors.  

Alarms throughout the facility began to blare with sudden, dangerous meteor impact imminent.  The room flooded back into a panic as people ran back and forth.  Yelling and trying to wrap their head around anything they could so they could at least begin to offer some explanation or even start some hypothesis on what the hell was going on.  

The moon was breaking apart right in front of a young man’s eyes.  He just stood among the chaos, not moving and staring with wide eyes.  

Watching as the moon was soon encircled with roots, somehow green as it held the moon in a cage.  All while a single, indescribable tree sat at the very top of the space rock.  

That tree- the Moon Tree- was the beginning of a very long END.  

-Present Time: 2042-

“Earth’s Near Doom.  END as the government dubbed it.  22 years ago a strange phenomenon occurred on the surface of the moon causing roots to suddenly begin to grow and encircle the moon’s surface and soon a forest stemmed from the center.  The Luna Lingo- most commonly called The Moon Tree- is the center of the forest of the moon.”  Namjoon read to himself as he shut himself in his bunker nearly hours ago, hiding from his aunt who was more insufferable than the air outside.  

The destruction of the moon 18 years ago was massive worldwide devastation.  Over half the population worldwide perished as the tides changed and became violent and demanding.  Storms sprung and ripped nations apart and to add on to the abnormality, the roots of the moon began to inch towards the Earth.  

Plunging straight through the atmosphere as fiery vines like vicious snakes, they soon latched themselves into the Asian continents. These roots were called Connectors.  Anywhere a Connector was located was almost immediately sectioned off from the rest of the world like a new Area 51 as the governments of the world kept it a completely off-limits area.  There were a total of 13 Connectors on the Earth’s surface from the moon.

When the Earth was nearly wiped clean, people willing to do anything they could to save themselves or their families, created bunkers.  Underground tunnels and rooms were a child’s biggest imagination when it came to communicating with friends who play superheroes or never wanted to call an end to their play.  Never did the children of that generation ever think it would happen when they were all moved permanently below the ground. Bunkers were unstable at first, flimsy and unsafe in regards to anything else in their hasty preparation.

When Namjoon was taken down, he was 6 years old.  He grew up with the fear of earthquakes threatening to cave in his new home.  He was fearful of panic spreading underground like up above.  Anxious that the poor nature of everyone would soon be replaced with the law of ‘survival of the fittest’.  He was just a small little boy, but he was intelligent. 

Now, bunkers were highly reinforced and easily navigable.  Living wasn’t the easiest, but it certainly was a long shot from the struggle of his childhood.  He could walk where he wanted and new tunnels and areas were dug and being built every day.  Namjoon’s parents were even able to have another child before they died.  Giving Namjoon a little brother 10 years ago before they left.  

The underground life was almost beautiful- if you use the term loosely.  There were wide open spaces for markets, greenhouses, stores, hospitals, and of course homes.  The tunnels that lead to each building into a different location were just as you would think.  Circular tunnels that were drilled and reinforced with iron walls.  In the typical sentimentality of human nature, these tunnels were dubbed Streets or Avenues.

Really, the only difference between life above ground compared to the life below was the lack of sunlight and the impact of weather.  

It wasn’t wrong to travel above ground, though most were afraid to even try to venture up again.  Too afraid of the sudden turn of events that could possibly harm them, or even kill them.  Too afraid that something in the air could get them or their loved ones sick.  Scared of the idea of someone contracting some belief that the surface was livable again when most knew they would live and die underground.  

Namjoon sat in his small private bunker in his ‘house’ as the long, fluorescent light above head hummed.  If he were on the surface and outside, there would be moths bouncing around the light without question. His bed that came out of the wall was big enough to fit him and his younger brother- if he had one of his nightmares.  

The room itself wasn’t particularly large.  A small bookshelf that stopped at Namjoon’s waist with all sorts of books about the surface and a binder filled with newspaper articles and magazine clippings about the moon that he still added to.  Hanging on the wall was his gas mask that is mandatory to where if you ever plan on going above ground.  Masks are given out at age 4 and Namjoon now stands at 26 years old.  He’s gone through at least 4 masks since his first.  

With the masks being mandatory for health related reasons, the unofficial- yet also very much official- bunker government system replaced and gave them to the people for no charge.  

A desk that is forged directly from the wall and a small wooden- rather uncomfortable- chair pushed under it.  The only way he could comfortably sit in that chair is if he placed a pillow on it first.  

Namjoon had a computer on his desk with notebooks and pencils and pens with book markers and paper clips shoved in the only drawer the desk had directly under the desktop.  He also had an old style phone mounted to his wall, the white cord of it spiraled and stretchable for distance.  It’s only real purpose is when his aunt needed something and wanted to page him without getting up. 

Consider it an Aunt Alarm.

Namjoon’s parents died 3 years ago due to a tunnel collapse.  Namjoon took on the role of caring for his younger brother- Jimin- who was only 7 at the time.  He and Jimin were the closet set of siblings most have seen.  Not often seen fighting and Namjoon is easy to bend to Jimin's childish requests; if they are manageable.  Jimin attends school but prefers all the knowledge Namjoon has taught him.  Jimin was 10 now and well beyond his knowledge in some aspects.  Though, he still has a hard time with multiples of 12s; he is only still a 5th grader.  

The two boys were forced into the hands of their Aunt Marie.  She's originally from England, a foreigner who moved to Korea a long time ago and married Namjoon’s mother’s older brother; or his Uncle.  She was an ill-mannered woman to be sure, and her distaste for Namjoon and Jimin was more than apparent.  When she became a widow and their Uncle died due to medical reasons, she basically only fed them and made sure Jimin attended school as he should.  She put a roof over their head (metaphorically speaking in a bunker-world), but really that was all the ‘parenting’ she did.  

She was a bully, or so says Jimin.  Which is why when Jimin came home from school, he’d practically quarantined himself in Namjoon’s room to do his homework.  Namjoon never minded though, he wanted Jimin to grow up knowledgeable.  So, if he ever had something stump him, Namjoon would always try and find the best way to explain it to him.

If he could, Namjoon would take Jimin and go back to the surface.  He’s heard stories of how the surface has changed.  How since the human’s fled underground, the world above is no longer as beautiful.  However, Namjoon would think otherwise.  

Rumors that nature has swallowed and taken over seemed like a glory in itself.  With spreading forests and wildlife, who knows maybe even new species of life were right under their noses now- or rather above their heads.

Namjoon was stuck in his thoughts about what may or may not be on the surface he just barely remembers as a child when he was brought out of them by the sound of someone punching in the passcode to his bunker room.  He installed a lock mechanism months back to try and keep some privacy from his aunt. He did the same with Jimin’s own bunker-room, but mainly for his own safety rather than his privacy as a child right now. 

He smiled as he set the book he held in his lap aside, bookmarking the page for later.  Only one person actually knew his passcode.  He watched as the keypad that sat on his side of the door turned from blue to green. 

The door hissed as it slid open to the left. 

“Namjoon!” Chirped Jimin as he ran into Namjoon’s room.  His bookbag from school resting on his back, looped around his shoulders as the bunker door slid closed and locked once again.  The green light on the keypad returns back to blue.  

“Hey there, Chim.” A nickname Namjoon picked up from his mother before she died.  She would always call Jimin her chirping bird, and for some reason, Chim was born from that.  So, when she died with their father, Namjoon took the role of calling him that.  

Jimin jumped onto Namjoon’s bed at his side.  He shook his bag off as he pulled it around to his front, setting it onto his crossed legs and unzipped it.  He pulled out a book from the inside and handed it to his older brother. 

“Enchanted Creatures,” Namjoon read.  Jimin has always been a dreamer.  He never got to see the outside- so all he had were books and what Namjoon told him.  He wasn’t fond of the reality of things, hated the darkness people put on the world.  So, as a child would, he receded inwards.  Namjoon didn’t see a problem with his dreaming ways, so he persuaded and even encouraged the freedom of his innocent mind. However, he never let it get out of hand and always kept Jimin grounded. 

“Did you know there are a lot of spirits in the forest,” Jimin sang.  He gently pulled the book from Namjoon’s hands and set it onto the bed’s mattress.  He opened it, flipping carefully page after page before he stopped at a two-page picture of a forest with all sorts of creatures of myth on it. He pointed to a small girl with two wings.  “This is a fairy that can communicate with trees! I bet they can even talk to the Moon Tree.”  

Namjoon smiled as he ruffled his younger brother’s messy, blonde hair.  He still remembers sneaking Jimin out of the house on his 10th birthday to go and get it bleached from his natural dark hair- like Namjoon’s- and dyed. Even if Jimin was supposed to be grounded that night, it was his birthday.  A parent or guardian shouldn’t be allowed to ground a 10-year-old on his birthday. 

“I bet they can too, Chim.  I bet they can.”  Jimin smiled as he continued to rant and rave off with smiles and giggles about all the mythical scenarios that could happen one day.  It was a short-lived session of make-believe before Namjoon was reminding Jimin to get his homework done. 

With a pout from Jimin about not wanting to do his multiplication tables again, Namjoon was able to turn that pout into a gaping mouth of excited noises when he offered a game of Go-Fish later.  Jimin was the standing king and overall champion of Go-Fish.  No one knows how he does it- or rather he doesn’t know how cute he is that most people can’t stand to see him lose. 

The night progressed the way it always did.  With it ending as Namjoon tucked Jimin into his bed in his room and soon returned to his own. Laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling as his arms were folded behind his head. 

He could vaguely hear his aunt rummaging around in the kitchen.  Clanking around beer bottles and getting drunk again.  Namjoon didn’t care, in fact, if she’d end up crashing, it’d work in his favor in the morning if she’s completely out.  He was planning on taking Jimin to the surface and showing him- for the first time- what he spent his whole life missing out on seeing. It’s been a while since Namoon had been above ground as well, so no matter the state of it, the world was still his. 

He lived up there for a time, part of his childhood was on the surface.  He never wanted to detach himself from the surface world like the others around him tended to do. 

XXX

When Namjoon woke up it was 8 AM.  Treading out into the living room, he saw his good-for-nothing aunt passed out just as he thought.  Expecting no less from her, he cleaned up all the bottles that lay around, some empty, some not.  Namjoon didn’t want Jimin to see how pathetic she actually was as a guardian.  He was too young to be completely aware of it yet. He just needed to keep thinking she was a bully, not a drunkard bully with no self-awareness for her ward. 

After cleaning up, he went into Jimin’s room.  Seeing his little brother sleeping soundly, he grabbed some clothes from his closet for him.  Something Namjoon thought was fitting enough for what he guessed was early spring weather, just still a touch chilly from winter that had certainly passed by now.  

A pair of small boots, black jeans and Jimin’s favorite striped long sleeve shirt.  Setting it all aside, he gently woke the little boy.  Shaking his shoulder, his brother ever the challenge to wake up. 

“Hey, Chim. Wake up. Now,” Namjoon suppressed a laugh at the stuck up strands of thick blonde hair and his sleepy, puffy cheeks.  His eyes peeled open to look at his elder brother.  “We’re going somewhere today.  Time to get up now,” Namjoon coaxed, rubbing his back.  Jimin rubbed his eyes clumsily, sitting up and stretching his legs under his sheets, yawning all the while. 

“Where?” He asked simply and sleepily.  Namjoon patted down his wild hair, only for it to spring back up to defy gravity until it was properly brushed.  

“It’s a surprise, okay?” Jimin just nodded.  “Now, up-up.  I’ve got your clothes out and ready so get changed.”  Jimin rolled out of bed as Namjoon went back to his room to change himself.  A tan, short sleeve shirt, blue-worn out jeans and short ankle boots covered heel to toe in scuff marks.  Slapping a beanie on his head and strapped a watch on his wrist, he pocketed his phone and grabbed his mask off his wall.  Slinging it around his neck, Jimin knocked on his bunker room door. 

“You can come in, Chim!” He called.  Jimin punched in the code and stepped inside to see his brother with his mask.  His sleepy eyes ignited with excitement, seemingly no longer tired in an instant.  

“We’re going up?!” 

Namjoon laughed as he nodded.  “Yup.  Now go get that mask, kid.” Jimin was off, quicker than ever to fetch his mask he’s never had the chance to use before.  Jimin always wanted to explore above, now Namjoon was finally giving him the chance to. Namjoon waited for Jimin at the front door of the bunker home before the two met and left their home.  Leaving their poor drunk aunt on the couch and hopefully uncomfortable to boot.  

Jimin held onto Namjoon’s hand as they walked through the bunker streets.  Greeting the kind old lady at the bakery, Jimin was offered a piece of lemon bread he wolfed down.  The two came to a wide staircase that was sealed off by a passcode door.  This stairwell was the way up and out of the bunkers and almost every adult knew the passcode by now, but not many were eager to use it.

“Jimin, I’ll tell you the password if you promise to never go up without me.  Alright?” Jimin nodded, even going so far as to stick out his pinkie in a promise that could never be broken. “Alright, now listen carefully.”  Namjoon flipped open the plastic-covered dial pad and punched in a 9 digit code, repeating each number he hit so Jimin could memorize it.  

The pad glowed green before the metal doors unlocked.  Namjoon let Jimin turn the handle down and push the heavy door open since Namjoon himself had done it numerous times before his parent’s passed and this is Jimin’s first time.  The stairway was extraordinary to the new eyes of Jimin. 

Lit with LED orbs in the center of the ceiling shoot straight up in a line all the way to the top, the top that Jimin couldn’t even see!  The stairs themselves went on for what seemed like miles as the two began to climb them.  

Jimin started losing his energy that was stored in his 10-year-old body, so it didn’t take long for Namjoon to take up the role and hike the little kid on his back.  All while Jimin was cheering for his brother to keep the strength up to carry himself and Jimin up the stairs.  It would’ve been a cute act of sibling praise if Jimin hadn’t kept yelling so close to Namjoon’s ears as well as continuously kicking his legs back and forth.  Posing a possible threat of the two of them falling and tumbling right back down the stairs Namjoon put so much effort into climbing. 

Nearly 30 minutes later, Namjoon was huffing as Jimin slid down his back onto the landing at the top of the staircase.  Namjoon knelt to Jimin, helping him with his mask and how to properly wear it as he then placed his own on. Jimin was bouncing on his toes as he gripped Namjoon’s forearm in both of his small hands.  Nervous, yet excited bundled into one small 10-year-old body.  He had no idea what to expect, but that made the fact he was actually going to see it all that much more exhilarating. 

The metal hissed as it opened up after pressing a fist-sized button.  Once open, in front was a world Jimin couldn’t even fathom from the depths of his imagination (that was already very large). Something that was far different from the metal and dirty bunkers he was born and raised in.  

Gravel was placed and spread at the metal landing outside the doors to the surface world.  Namjoon pushed Jimin’s back lightly, urging him forward to usher him on out before the doors shut again.  His boots crunched under the gravel as he peered through the lens of his mask.  His muffled breaths turned into muffled laughs. 

Jimin was soon running into the knee-length grass and tripping in small holes as he soon was in awe at the grass and weeds as tall as him or taller! Namjoon shouted words of concern after his overly-excited younger brother as he just sighed with a smile.  He looked around, taking in the world around him as he thought and noticed how it changed since the last time he saw it. 

For a post-apocalyptic event that caused humanity to shift, the earth still looked breathtaking.  Nature took over indeed, claiming back its world from humans.  Old highways were cracked with worn asphalt as weeds perked through them and grew without restraint.  Grass came in troves as flowers of all sorts sprouted, both familiar and unfamiliar breeds.  

Jimin ran back to Namjoon’s side when he called for him and he began to lead his younger brother to a place big enough to explore and to give a sense of showing the clueless boy ‘what once was’.  What better place than an abandoned mall? 

Namjoon used to come here often for the broken down bookstore inside.  Whatever books have survived the decay and weather, he gleefully took down into his bunker to read.  Fairy tales, fiction, non-fiction, sci-fi, he wanted to read it all.  He’d often read a lot of fictional tales to Jimin as well, keeping his innocent imagination alive and well. 

When Jimin saw the long, tall building with open, broken walls with vines and moss overtaking them- whether collapsed in rubble or still standing strong- he was giddy to explore.  Broken glass from windows and tall weeds stretching all the way to Jimin’s shoulder, brushing his nose and even making him sneeze. 

Squeezing their way through the warped doorways, the inside was a mess.  Tile floors cracked, rubble and foundation broken with patches of grass peeking through the floor in small-to-wide areas. There were shops left and right and the escalator in the middle of the bottom floor leading to the second seized moving long ago and was now woven in green and all sorts of flowers like a fantastic stairway out of some cheesy romance book. 

The roof was spotty and had holes here and there. The skylight that Namjoon once believed was beautiful had shattered, the glass laying in pieces under the brother’s boots as they crunched with each mindful step. 

With a pat on his back from Namjoon, Jimin was running off.  Looking around as he peeked inside broken windows and swung around support beams.  Marveling at all the decayed posters and running around imagining what it used to look like.  He caught Namjoon moving up to the second floor, climbing up the escalator as Jimin hopped up and started following him.  

“Wait for me!” He yelled as Namjoon rolled his eyes playfully and started running up the stairs, JImin gasping and whining. “Hey! Wait!” He shouted, his voice growling in a hardly scary annoyance that only a 10-year-old could possess.  Namjoon laughed as he waited at the top and soon when Jimin caught up, brought him to the bookstore. 

Jimin himself wasn’t a big reader in anything other than fairy tales.  He liked dreaming instead of learning, that’s what school was in his mind. He could learn at school in class, but on his own, he wanted to read about what wasn’t real.  He didn’t mind learning things from Namjoon though, he made it fun. 

Jimin ran from aisle to dilapidated aisle, scanning the cobwebbed and fragile books.  Opening one up and carefully putting it back anxiously when a piece of a page tore off between his forefinger and thumb. Peeking through a barely held together bookshelf, JImin watched as Namjoon sat in some worn-down chair, nose in a book that was still readable.  He smiled. 

Wandering around more, he looked outside one of the still intact, yet cracked, windows.  He gasped at the widespread garden that pushed out into what looked like an endless forest to the eyes of a child.  He jumped on his toes before running to Namjoon, hanging over the back of the chair that threatened to wobble into pieces. 

“Let’s go out! Please!” Jimin begged.  Truthfully, Namjoon wanted to just sit and read, but today was JImin’s day.  He just smiled, breathing behind his gas mask as he shut his book, a puff of dust clouding out of the pages. He put his hand on Jimin’s head, pushing back the hair that was trapped underneath the straps of his mask. 

“Sure thing, Chim. Let’s go,” he said, getting up. Jimin was dashing off, far ahead of his brother and back down the escalator as Namjoon warned him to slow down- fearful the child would get his foot snagged on a weed and take an ungraceful tumble.  A warning he didn’t feel like listening to as he made it down and rounded to go out of a busted out window into the back where he saw the garden growing beyond the trees. 

Jimin, the overly excited little boy who didn’t know the outside world, quickly found himself treading through the overgrown garden.  Stepping high in overly dramatic steps as his knees came up to his chest and plunged to crush leaves and grass under him.  It wasn’t long before he was marching into the woods, Namjoon not far behind, but far enough to lose his blonde hair behind the overgrown, and frankly annoying weeds and grass. 

“Jimin!” 

XXX

Jimin was in awe of the woods he ventured into.  The trees around him were huge.  Roots were breaching the earth’s surface and were arched, weaved and twisted in the most fantastical waves. He’d often see something like them in fairy tale picture books that Namjoon brought back.  

He laughed as he would climb, run under and above them and jump from root to root before almost sliding and falling on his rear end.  The trees were high as he looked above his head.  The leaves were green and blowing through the easy constant breeze that kept him from rolling up the sleeves of his long shirt.  Some leaves on small, thinner trees looked brown like they were ready to fall off and coat the ground with more crunches under his boot.  

“Ow!” He muttered as he held his arm.  Having fallen by tripping over an uprooted tree root he didn’t see, resulted in him cutting his arm on a fallen branch.  He hissed as his small body began to tremble, unfamiliar with pain like that.  He’s cut himself before, sure every child gets roughed up at some point, but somehow a cut from a tree branch is different from one of a metal sheet like his bunker. “Namjoon!” He called, expecting his brother to come rushing to his wails.  But, nothing. 

He sat up on his knees, looking around and the bright forested area seemed to dim as he never saw or heard his brother coming to his side.  He walked on his knees in the dirt for a moment before staggering to his palms again.  He flinched when he heard a rustling to his left, farther back beyond the trees and bushes.  He swallowed the tear induced lump in his throat. 

“Namjoon!” He cried again, his voice cracking. The mask he wore to protect himself from the outside air made him shorter on his own air. He gasped as he heard more rustling that inflicted fear in his child’s mind.  He jumped from his palms and knees as he took off, running.  He couldn’t remember which way he came from, but maybe if he ran, he'd just burst out of the woods and into his brother’s protection again.  “Joon!” He screamed with tears burning his wide, brown eyes. 

Wiping them with his arm, he fumbled much less gracefully in the woods as the sun didn’t reach him quite as well.  He was soon gasping again as he tripped over his own feet.  Shuffling on fallen leaves and sliding into a skidding fall.  Bracing on his left arm, he cried again as the cut on the same arm from the tree branch stung.  His left leg and side were sore as he lay on the dirt and leaf-littered ground. His mask askew on his face, but still covering his mouth, he held it to keep it on. 

Like any other child, Jimin could only cry now.  He curled in on himself as he hugged his legs to his knees and cried.  Lamenting for even running ahead of Namjoon at all.  Missing and waiting for his brother, he wept.  His blonde hair was shaggy and clumped with twigs and leaves from his fall.  When he finally noticed the wind stopped blowing and it was silent, he opened his scared eyes again. 

The wind always made a constant sound, now it was silent.  Jimin, looking for anything, found himself in a small clearing.  There were still trees to his left, right, front and back, but the small clearing was almost perfect for a camping area.  He had read about camping, but it didn’t seem so fun without his brother with him. 

He looked up at a tree that seemed to look almost brighter than the rest around him.  Maybe the leaves were different or there were less so the sun could shine on the bark of the trunk better.  He gasped when he flew up and out of his fetal position, pushing himself backwards on his back when he saw what was in the tree.  

It was a girl.  Not much older than Namjoon, he guessed.  She was sleeping on an overly grown branch of the tree as roots clawed their way out of the ground over the course of the tree's life. She lay peacefully and without care, it seemed.  Jimin touched his gas mask as he saw her without one.  Her face open and bare as the sun dancing through the leaves hit her skin. Nothing but a white dress on her and vines wrapped around her ankles and wrists like bracelets.  Hair loose and blowing in the breeze that seemed to finally return. 

“A fairy?” He breathed to himself.  Soon, he stiffened as the girl opened her eyes.  She easily moved to look at the little boy on the ground, covered in dirt and grass-stained clothing.  And sporting a beaten up gas mask. She looked at him like she knew he’d be there. He almost stopped breathing when she moved to sit up from her tree branch and even work herself down the tree onto the ground. “Pretty,” he told himself before gasping as she came towards him. 

“Are you lost, child?” Her voice was nice; that’s what Jimin thought.  He soon found himself nodding as he followed her with his head instead of his eyes.  Looking up at her as she got closer and then down as she knelt beside him.  Her neutral face she wore made him gulp.  He didn’t know if she was going to eat him like in Hansel and Gretel or help him like a kindhearted wanderer. 

“Um,” he started small through his mask.  Her eyebrows arching told him that he needed to speak up next time he talked.  The mask can make it harder to hear. “Are you- are you a fairy?”  She looked at him and blinked a handful of times to process his words.  He grew embarrassed as he shied away then she laughed.  Her giggling shook her shoulders as she covered her mouth. Jimin smiled.  Somehow when she laughed the sun came back and the woods weren’t so dark anymore.  

He smiled because he knew he wasn’t alone or in danger anymore. 

“I can be if you want,” she told him.  

“If you’re a fairy, you can take me back to my brother. Right?” 

“You got separated from your brother?” Jimin nodded.  She closed her eyes as the leaves rustles lightly before she stood up, reaching down with soft palms offered to Jimin.  “I can take you back to your brother.  I know where he is,” she smiled. Jimin hopped up as he clutched her hand and the side of her dress, pressing himself to her side the best a scared, lost little boy could.  

She led him through the woods with ease.  Precise steps as Jimin wondered how she managed it barefoot in such a dress when it was still chilly out.  Especially in the shade of the trees.  She avoided hissing snakes, chirping crickets and buzzing cicadas that hadn’t yet died. Jimin didn’t know, but even the tree roots had moved to make a clear path forward as he and the girl moved forward.  Soon, Jimin could hear Namjoon calling for him. 

“Jimin!” He heard the muffled, yet still powerful yell from his brother behind his mask.  Jimin smiled wide as his tight grip on the girl’s hand tightened further.  The girl smiled as she picked up her pace and soon the pair was standing at the edge of the woods.  He gasped in awe as he was back at the garden at the mall, Namjoon standing in the middle of the tall grass.  

“Namjoon!”  He cried as he detached himself from the fairy and ran, arms wide to his brother who saw him.  Kneeling to catch Jimin’s body, he held his little brother who was lost and now back.  Namjoon looked him over, dirty and cut up. Mask still askew, Namjoon fixed it for him.  He could see his little brother’s red eyes behind the glass of his mask as he shook his head.  

“Don’t go running off like that, you scared me half to death.” 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin pathetically apologized with a sniffle. “I wanted to climb some trees, but got lost and I didn’t know where to go.  Oh, but-”  He perked up immediately and turned around, seeing the girl still standing in the shadows of the trees.  

It was like the two parties were in separate worlds.  The girl- Jimin’s fairy- standing in the shade and shadows as the other two knelt in the sun- at high noon now. 

Jimin pointed at her.  “A fairy saved me.  She was sleeping in a tree and helped me back here!” He cheered.  Namjoon looked at her.  He couldn’t make out specific details of her face in the darkened shade and distance.  He seemed suspicious of her lack of mask and clothes.  She practically had nothing, but she didn’t seem to be in pain or suffering like he had been groomed over the last decade to believe someone up on the surface should be.

Namjoon stood as Jimin held his hand by his side.  He looked on to the girl who didn’t move, only standing in the wind.  

“Thank you for bringing Jimin back,” he shouted to her.  She suddenly stepped out of the woods into the sun.  She seemed to glow in the light and Namjoon felt his breath leave him.  A beautiful woman came walking towards him.  Perhaps- maybe she really was a fairy.  Jimin smiled at her before she came to stop a few feet from Namjoon’s boots.  She looked dressed for mid-summer, not for the chilled air of the coming autumn. 

“He got pretty lost,” Namjoon nearly coughed from the small gasp when he heard her voice. “I’m glad I was able to get him back unharmed,” she chuckled.  “Well, mostly.”  she knelt to Jimin’s level and he giggled at her as she smiled back.  “Make sure to wash that cut and get all those splinters out before it gets infected, okay?” 

Jimin hopped to his toes all smiles and excitement, never meeting a fairy before- as he still thought of her as one.  Tugging on Namjoon’s arm a bit in response.  

“My name is Jimin,” he pointed to himself.  He then pointed up at Namjoon- an angle that pointed to his chin at best.  “This is my big brother, Namjoon.” He smiled widely with his teeth.  Chirping in that special sound he had when he giggled. 

“You sound like a little bird, Jimin,” you told him.  

“Mama used to say that too!”  The girl stood back up, looking up at Namjoon.  

“You know,” she started, “you don’t need to wear those masks.”  Namjoon touched his mask lightly in a reflexive action when it was mentioned.  “My air is not poisonous and it won’t hurt you.” Jimin tugged on Namjoon’s arm and the look in his younger brother’s eyes when he looked down at him was one that wanted to take off his mask.  Namjoon knew Jimin wanted to take it off.  Jimin trusted you- trust easily gained after this mystery girl saved him. 

Namjoon knelt down to his brother, holding his shoulder. “Do you really want to take it off?” Jimin looked down, shuffling his boot covered feet.  

“I’ll only do it if you do,” he whispered.  He didn’t know if Namjoon would get angry if he wanted to or not.  He didn’t want to make anyone mad. Namjoon moved and reached behind his brother’s small head.  Jimin gasped as he felt one of his straps loosen.  Namjoon unbuckled his mask one buckle at a time.  

“Hold it for me,” he told him.  Jimin pushed his palms to the eyepiece of his mask and held it on without question.  Then, he began to unclasp and unbuckle his own mask.  “Alright, Chim.  You can take it off,” he told him as the two brothers took off their masks.  Jimin took a deep breath as he coughed from the heavy intake of air he wasn't accustomed to breathing. 

Then he smiled.  The air was chilly but comforting.  It didn’t smell or taste or even feel anything like the damp, soil-filled air of the bunkers.  It was clean and open and pure. Namjoon’s reaction wasn’t too far off, though he wasn’t filled with new experiences.  

Namjoon’s eyes teared up as he felt the air of the world he grew up in long ago return to him.  It was nostalgic to breathe in the air of his childhood.  It felt like the days he swung too high and too fast on a swing set.  Or the rush of air he took zooming down a slide.  Or even running a race with his friends.  It was like he was young again and the air that wasn’t so depressing like underground was lighter and filled with something he couldn’t quite place.  

It felt like home.  It felt just right to breathe this air. 

Namjoon looked at the girl who seemed pleased that the two boys had removed their masks.  “What’s your name?” He asked before he really realized he did it. 

“My name is Y/n, and I live here on the surface.” 

XXX

Namjoon had you running in his head the rest of the day and well into the nighttime.  Before he could even begin to ask you about how you live on the surface, or rather even ask anything else about you, you ran back into the woods. Jimin called after you as you ran and disappeared behind the trees, asking for you to stay.  He was pretty bummed out that you had left, but when Namjoon told him that fairies can’t stay outside the forest for too long, he perked up. 

Jimin didn’t stop talking about his fairy for the rest of the day and when the two brother’s went back underground he was blabbing on and on to the older folk who fawned over him.  Namjoon had the pleasure of dealing with his Aunt when the two returned.  

She threw a world class tantrum that they left without permission and that she was more on edge because she didn’t have any booze.  She complained about the house being a mess- which wasn’t when Namjoon left because he cleaned it.  All Namjoon did was calmly tell Jimin to go to his room.  Jimin listened, knowing that Namjoon was just going to argue with their Aunt again.  Namjoon stopped his Aunt from stopping Jimin, grabbing her arm when she went to grab the younger brother.  

The two fought and screamed.  His Aunt going on and on about how she didn’t want two boys living in her house and Namjoon fighting back that this bunker wasn’t even hers.  It was his mother’s and father's that they left behind to her sons’ when they died, so if anyone should leave it would be her.  It was a routine- a shitty one at that.  Always a screaming match when she woke up hungover or still just as drunk as when she passed out.  

She would only yield when Namjoon left the living room or forced her out of the bunker.  He hated that he had to fight in the same home as Jimin.  Having such a negative part of the day near daily was bound to be bad on him.  Jimin was just a child, negative interactions with their Aunt wasn’t something he needed to deal with.  

When Namjoon went into Jimin’s room next, he found him sitting at his desk, scribbling with colored pencils and markers laying across the desk surface.  A notebook opened in front of his hunched over body.  Namjoon walked in and smiled seeing Jimin engrossed in something he enjoyed.  Drawing and coloring was a big hobby of his younger brothers. He was always an artistic boy. 

“What’re you drawing over there, bud?” Namjoon walked in, dressed down from earlier.  His jeans and shirt exchanged for sweats and a white tee.  Jimin had also changed; sporting boys' gym shorts and a grey shirt that says ‘CLASS 4’ on it in scratchy, green marker.  A shirt Jimin made way back when his grade school classes had a field day against each other once. 

“I’m drawing Y/n!”  He moved to grab his notebook, knocking a few markers onto the hard floor with repetitive plastic clinks as they rolled after impact.  He showed his brother a scratchy outline of a girl with a white dress with some semi-scribbled trees in the background.  He placed his notebook back on his desk as Namjoon picked up the fallen markers.  “I’m not done yet though,” he chirped, obviously in a good mood. “I wanna put wings on her, but I never saw them,” he pouted as he began to color in the background with green circular patterns.  

“It looks good, I can definitely tell it’s her,” Namjoon complimented.  Earning a smile from the little boy, he returned to his task at hand.  Namjoon moved to sit on Jimin’s bed, watching his back and shoulders move with each arm stroke of art he put on his paper.  

Namjoon sat on his brother's bed as he got lost in his head.  He was so curious about you; who were you and did you really live up on the surface like you so claimed?  He wanted to know why you were in the woods and how you were able to lead Jimin back out to the mall without previously knowing him or where he was.  Why did you truly resemble a fairy when he knew it was impossible because fairies don’t exist.  They just don’t… do they? He shook his head as he closed his eyes, sighing because his everyday, stressful underground life felt like it got- ironically- uprooted. 

He wasn’t sure how long he spent looking between the ceiling and the blackness of his eyelids, but it was just long enough to vaguely hear Jimin’s vigorous scribbling slow down and occasionally halt before picking back up lazily.  Looking at his younger brother, he nearly laughed out loud at seeing his head bob up and down as the poor lad tried his best to stay awake.  Namjoon looked at the time; it was late for him. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon called, a laugh in his voice.  He rolled his lips over his teeth to keep from laughing as his little brother looked over his shoulder, his eyes droopy and hazy with exhaustion.  “It’s bedtime, bud,” he chimed as the younger one only nodded, not putting up too much of a fuss.  Closing his notebook and pushing his markers and pencils into one, giant, messy pile so they wouldn’t fall off his desk, he jumped from his chair.  Hobbling as Namjoon got off his bed, he crawled into it and allowed his older brother to pull the covers over him. 

“You think we’ll see Y/n again?” Jimin drawled with a sleepy lisp.  Namjoon just pat his head, pushing his bangs back. 

“I’m sure we will.  Just go to bed now, okay?” Jimin nodded as he was soon sleeping and Namjoon left his room as quietly as possible so as not to wake him back up.  

Namjoon only slept for a handful of hours before he was awake again.  He sighed as he looked at the before dawn hour of nearly 6 am. Groaning, he pushed his blanket off of him as he rolled out of bed and stretched.  Somehow, he felt that any further sleep wouldn’t be in his future.  He stood in his room, his bed a mess as he just kept staring at his clock tick closer to the 6th hour of the new day.  

It would still be a few hours before Jimin needed to be awake.  So, maybe he could go back up before Jimin wakes up. 

Scrambling to grab a jacket, he didn’t even change from his sleep sweats and tee as he slipped on some tennis shoes and a cap. Grabbing his gasmask per habit, he rushed out of his room before he was walking through the same mess he’d seen every morning, only this morning he ignored it as he left the house entirely.  Grabbing a flashlight on his way out.

The bunker roads and tunnels were quiet with only small murmurs of early risers.  Namjoon only nodded to those who gave him a small greeting as he made his way to the surface doors.  Going through the first metal, coded door, he scaled the stairs in what felt like record time before he was stepping out into the surface air once again. 

He set his gas mask beside the entrance down, not wanting to wear it so he could breathe in the air he remembered and he set off.  Using the flashlight he held in his palm, he looked around the remaining dark hours of the morning as he heard the familiar chirping of the morning birds.  

Namjoon followed the path back to the mall and then around to the overgrown garden before he was standing in the very spot he first saw you with Jimin. On the edge of the wide woodland area, he took a breath before he was starting to carefully tread inside.  The sun began to slowly paint the sky red, pink and orange shades of dawn.  He had missed seeing the sky’s colors he realized as he peered at it’s expanse through the gaps between treetops and leaves.  

When it was light enough, he clicked off his flashlight and stuffed it into the pocket of his sweats as he kept walking- hiking- through the trees. He had no idea where he was, or where he was going, but he just thought if he kept going he’d somehow run into you again. 

He stopped when he noticed he hadn’t been hearing the birds chirping.  It wasn’t right for it to be this silent.  He looked around at himself, twisting in place, trying to listen for anything rustling around in the early hours, but still nothing. Namjoon was surrounded by dead, forest silence.  It made his skin crawl before he was nearly jumping out of his skin from a call behind him. 

“Why are you out here?” He whirled around, looking up to see you sitting peacefully on a tree branch. Come to think, Jimin said you were sleeping in a tree when he found you too.  Still wearing that white, somehow spotless dress, and no shoes as your toes pointed to the ground as your legs hung over the branch.  

“Y/n,” he whispered as you looked around him.  

“You seem to be alone today. You didn’t bring your kid brother?” 

Namjoon cleared his throat. “No, he was still sleeping when I left.”  You examined his face from above as you gently smiled.  

“I see you also decided to leave your mask behind. I’m glad you don’t seem to fear my air anymore.”  Namjoon watched as you shifted and turned your back to him, beginning to climb down the tree trunk.  Moving to swing and hang from the branch you sat on, you swung to a lower branch before you started making your way closer to the ground.  As if it was part of his genetics, Namjoon flinched with each swing and had his arms semi-out to at least try and save you if you were to miss and fall to the ground. 

When your fit hit the woodland ground, you brushed out your dress of any tree bark, leaves or wrinkles.  

There you were again, before his very eyes just as you were yesterday. Stood just below his nose in height, hair in tangles, small cuts freckled around your skin that had faded in time- probably from all that tree climbing- and eyes as bright as he remembered from before. So it wasn’t just a trick of the sunlight yesterday, you truly were a beauty to behold.  

“You never answered my question,” you told him.  “Why did you come out here again?” He thought he heard a sharp edge to your question beneath your overall inquisitive tone.  You wouldn’t be wrong to be suspicious considering he lived underground and wore a gas mask when he met you because he was brought up thinking the outside air was toxic and dangerous to some degree. 

“I was curious about,” he paused- would it be creepy to say he was curious about you? Would it be rude or antagonizing because he was told for years that the surface was unlivable?  He cleared his throat. “Curious,” he repeated, “about a lot of things.  I was hoping you had answers.” 

“Are they offensive questions?” 

“I don’t think so,” he unsurely quipped. You just turned, offering him the smallest of shrugs as you waved him after you.  

“Fine. You will ask and I will answer. However, let’s go to a more open space.” He didn’t argue as he sped to catch up to your side before matching your pace.  He couldn’t help but notice how easily you walked through the uneven woodland grounds as his eyes bounced between his feet and everywhere else around him to ensure he wouldn’t trip or run into something.  You practically glided through the woods as if you were walking on tile. 

He didn’t realize that you were leading him back out of the woods and in front of the abandoned mall he went to with Jimin, and the same place he had seen you for the first time.  You continued walking before entering the dilapidated building through a crumbling hole in the wall.  You finally stopped your journey as you sat on the broken down, moss and vine covered escalator in one of the sunspots the holes in the ceiling created from the early sun.  

Namjoon sat below you a step, his legs staggering beneath him on two separate steps as you kept your knees tucked and feet beside you just one step below your rear.  You pushed and pulled at your dress as you tried to fix it appropriately. 

Once your fidgeting ended, your sights finally fell back onto the young man and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at the direct eye contact of your impossibly clear eyes. It was like you had moonlight in your irises that reflected off the morning sun. 

“Alright,” you started, your voice reverberating off the empty, demolished walls of the mall.  “Let’s talk.” 

XXX

Namjoon was someone overly fond of all sorts of knowledge.  Learning new things and skills was always his preferred pastime, even at his home in his bunker room.  He’d reread old textbooks and even go through Jimin’s books to see if they were teaching him things he wasn’t taught at that age just to see how the learning curve had changed since he was young. 

When he talked to you, he was enthralled with everything you told him- all the answers you gave him to his questions.

You were telling the absolute truth when you told him and Jimin the other morning that you lived on the surface.  You always had.  Of course, your memories from age five and below were spotty and then nothing, but you had told Namjoon that you learned of your birth.  If you can even call it a birth at all. 

You weren’t sure of the details specifically since you obviously had no memories of it since you were just a small infant. You had found a set of files and journals that had documented a lot of what was known and hypothesized about the Moon Tree in the place you used to be held in.  Without explanation, when the tree anchors connected to earth and were seized off to the public by the government, within each massive branch's bark was a life.  

Moon Children is what they were called once they were soon excavated from within the tree.  There were 13 children in total, each taken from their own individual connector branch. Among those thirteen, there was you. The first discovered and removed from the tree in the sky. 

From the point of your quote ‘birth’, a file for your life was started and as you grew, the scientist saw exceptional progress with your growth.  You were adaptable and skilled for a young child, and by the time you were able to speak, they would document you just sitting outside in the ‘contaminated’ air just talking towards the sky.  

You’d get frustrated from talking to potted plants and hated being inside.  When you were old enough to pitch fits and escape the rooms you were kept, you would often fight.  You’d throw fits and kick your feet to keep the scientist who ‘raised’ you away. 

The pictures of them in masks, goggles, gloves, high-duty suits- it all stuck in your brain like a nightmare. They always looked the same, like they walked out of a horror movie. They feared the air- you craved it.  

The moment you had the chance, you escaped the facility room you were kept in.

You explained that you didn’t remember much, but the moment you laid eyes on the gigantic piece of space foliage covering so much of the moon’s surface, you knew it was a wave of understanding.  You were connected to this tree, you knew that for a fact and you knew you had to leave or else you’d be contained and examined just like the branch you came from.  

It was the voice of that branch from the Moon Tree that helped you escape after you crawled into a hole of the wood and hid for three days, escaping when there was a power outage on the evening of the fourth. You had been living in the woods ever since, hearing the voice of the forest and cohabitating with wildlife just to keep the government away from you. 

You were different, able to communicate and feel things differently than others, and you could only say it was because of the world ending tree that sprung from inside the moon.  That tree was like a parent to you and you didn’t care if it sounded crazy.  It was the truth. 

You were sure that the children you grew up with were exactly like you, but you were the first and oldest case of such quick recovery from what should have been an impossible case of survival. 

“It’s strange,” you told Namjoon as he took in your story. “The moment Jimin saw me, he asked if I was a fairy.  I honestly didn’t know the answer, but I wouldn’t say I’m not. I don’t feel human, not like a human should, but I’m not anything extraordinary either.” You glanced at Namjoon, seeing his face flat of expression.  It baffled you truthfully. 

You expected some sort of curiosity, or twisted sense of disgust of your story.  Maybe even disbelief and doubt sewn into his features, but nothing.  It was neutral-  a blank slate of soaking in the story. 

“I’m not expecting you to believe anything I’ve said, but ask me to repeat it and it will be the same story,” you tutted as he just shook his head. 

“I watched a giant tree sprout out in space when I was a kid and it forced the entire overpopulous of humanity underground.  Honestly, there isn’t anything I don’t believe in anymore.”  He paused as he leaned onto his knees, twining his fingers together and pushing them against his lips.  “I’m just trying to process,” he murmured. “Whatever the case, I can’t stay. Jimin is going to be up soon and I can’t let him be alone at home.” 

“Is it that dangerous underground?” Your question was directed to the entirety of the bunker system his people created to survive.  Truthfully, Namjoon would prefer if Jimin wandered around the streets rather than sit in his living room. 

“It’s complicated,” he stood as he started going down the viney, metal stairs. Once he hit the landing of the cracked and broken mall floor, he turned and looked back up the escalator where you stil sat, unmoved.  “Next time I come back, I’ll bring Jimin. I think he misses his ‘fairy’,” the man teased.  He saw a small smile on your lips before you stood and walked up the stairs and eventually away from him as he took off out of the mall.  

He ran to the bunker door, grabbing his mask as he opened the door and was soon running down the stairs down below the earth’s surface.  The familiar taste of dirt-air and a sticky-chill surrounded him as he came out from the long stairway into the bunker streets.  

He passed a few vendors he knew, nodding hello as he made it back to his home. As he stood outside the door to his home, he heard his aunt yelling. He burst into the bunker, seeing her standing in the entrance to the hall, banging on Jimin’s bunker door that remained shut and locked- due to Namjoon’s insistence to never let her in. 

He threw his mask aside, not caring where it landed or if it was broken as he walked into the house, the door hissing shut behind him.  He shoved his aunt’s shoulder, pushing her away from the door of his younger brother’s door as he stood in front of it now.  He scowled at her as she stumbled from his push in her ugly, drunken stupor. 

“Stay away from Jimin’s room,” he seethed.  “If you’ve got a problem, take it up with me. Leave him alone.”  The two began to argue after Namjoon’s initial statement.  His aunt goes on about how she’s so miserable and how Namjoon was out on his own.  To which he rebutted that she should just leave and go wherever she wants because this wasn’t her home and he was old enough to do what he wanted. 

Namjoon wanted this to end quickly because he knew Jimin was behind him in his room listening to it all.  

“Just leave!” Namjoon screamed, leaving his aunt stumbling back in drunken awe before she tutted off in attitude. He wasn’t sure where she went, all he knew was that he heard the sound of the front door hissing open and shut before it was silent.  He let out a breath he held in his chest as he turned and knocked softly on his brother’s door.  “Jimin,” he weakly called.  

He wondered if his brother would be angry at him for fighting.  Would he be scared of the way Namjoon raised his voice once he had enough. His doubts stalled for a moment when he heard Jimin inside, punching in the keycode to his door with small beeps before the door opened.  A small blur dashed out the door as soon as it was open just enough and Namjoon was knocked back a few steps from Jimin plowing into his lower body. 

He wrapped his arms around his older brother’s waist, burying his face into his hip, hugging him as tightly and as best as his little body could.  Namjoon let a small scoff escape him with a smile as his hands landed on Jimin’s shoulder and head, rubbing them comfortably.  

“Sorry about that, bud,” Namjoon apologized as Jimin just shook his head in silence.  The two were silent and only moved back and forth for a while before Namjoon was pulling Jimin away and kneeling to get eye-level with him.  The little boy’s face was puffy as he sniffed; Namjoon chuckled as he took his face in his palms and squished, eliciting a giggled from the younger.  “How about you help me clean up, okay?” 

On any other day, Namjoon hated Jimin even giving the quickest of glances to the evidence of his aunt’s drinking, but the damage was already done this morning anyways.  Jimin trailed after Namjoon like a little duckling as they picked up crushed cans and tossed bottles.  Picking up scraps of paper, tissue and as well as any trash Jimin could crawl to reach.  

XXX

It had been a week since Namjoon had been back on the surface.  After the confrontation with his aunt, he became even more paranoid than usual to leave Jimin in the bunker alone. His aunt hadn’t been as confrontational the past few days and Namjoon hoped that was because he finally snapped at her. However, part of him thought that she’d be back to stir something up again just for the drama in it eventually.  

She had that personality.  

Namjoon was in Jimin’s room with him, sitting on his younger brother's bed as usual with a book perched open on his leg as Jimin scribbled down the answers to his homework.  Namjoon had long since lost interest in the book he was reading, he’d read it before but his mind was stuck on you. 

He wanted to know a lot more and wanted to be up on the surface more too.  He wanted to know if it was truly possible to live like he used to before he was forced to live like a mole.  The two times he’s been up there without his mask on, he didn’t seem to feel any different afterwards. Although there seemed to be no side effects for short term inhalation of the surface air, he couldn’t rule out the long term chances.  

It wasn’t that Namjoon didn’t take your word for it- he did believe you when you told him that the air was harmless.  It was just that he had spent so much time underground, groomed to the idea that the surface was toxic.  He was used to the thick, murky, moist and metallic-tangy air of the dirt and metal bunkers. One couldn’t blame him for his doubts. And he couldn’t rule out the possibility of you just being immune to anything harmful in the air because of your origins.

“Hey, Namjoon,” Jimin called, calling the man from his thoughts as the elder was starting to already shuffle off the bed to tend to whatever Jimin needed. “I don’t really get this one,” the kid pointed to his notebook and the question he was stuck on.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with.”  As Namjoon helped his younger brother with his elementary math, he sighed and wished that math had always stayed this easy.  

The two continued the cycle of Namjoon sitting in peace until Jimin called him for help on his homework.  Namjoon was explaining something or another about grammar now when Jimin unpromptly brought you up- interrupting his brother’s teaching.  

“When can we go see Y/n again?” He asked quietly, as if he was afraid of asking altogether.  Namjoon sighed as he put his large hand on Jimin’s head and ruffled around his pink hair that had started to fade after the amount of times he had washed it.  

“Soon, okay? For now, we have to focus on finishing this homework.” 

“Hnng, okay,” Jimin pouted as he went back to work.  Namjoon felt a bit bad for seemingly shutting him down so quickly, but it was true that he had to finish.  He was almost done, then if Jimin wanted to keep talking about you, Namjoon would humor him.  He still hadn’t told him that he went to see you without him- fearing a tantrum from the 10-year-old.  

Once Jimin finished, he was quick to break out his fairy book and crawl onto the bed to sit next to Namjoon, who had put his own book away in favor of Jimin’s attention.  Jimin opened the book and began to talk a mile a minute, pointing to all sorts of fantasy genre creatures and plants.  He explained the best a kid could to his brother as he spoke with enough confidence to be an expert.  Namjoon found it adorable that Jimin was convinced that you were a fairy- he’d die on that hill. 

As Jimin yammered on and on, Namjoon had a small idea.  

“Hey, Chim,” he gained the boy’s attention as he looked up at his elder.  “What about that?” Namjoon pointed to a painting of the moon casting its painted light on a ring of fairies.  “Do you want to see that too? The moon, I mean.”  Jimin’s heels came off the mattress before coming back down as he kicked his legs in thought.  It was obvious he was just playing off his excitement from the smile he tried covered with his hand on his face. 

“Well, is the moon pretty?” Jimin asked, trying to ask more questions instead of just blurting out that he did in fact want to see the moon. 

Namjoon nodded.  He instructed the younger to stay put as Namjoon ran to his room, searched his shelves for a book, before rushing back and flopping back on the bed with the child.  He opened the book he had snagged, an encyclopedia of space with pictures included for Jimin’s viewing pleasure.  Namjoon tried his best to explain whatever Jimin seemed interested in and just as he knew, the younger brother was soon bouncing on his bed with excitement on seeing the moon. 

Namjoon looked across the room at the calendar that hung on Jimin’s metal wall.  He huffed as he rolled his eyes, knowing that the pages won’t show the phases of the moon.  They had long since stopped including the moon in the calendar because that was no use for them if you couldn’t see the sky in the first place. 

When Namjoon tucked Jimin in for the night, he went back to his bunker room and opened the laptop he kept on his desk.  A lot had changed and he didn’t often use his computer anymore since he had long since graduated and caring for Jimin had taken up a lot of his time.  He had planned on keeping it until Jimin was old enough so he could give it to him instead.  

However, searching things up on whatever search engine one preferred was still as easy as it was back in the day.  He was delighted to see that the next night the moon would be 93% full.  It may not be a complete full moon, but he knew that now was better than waiting- especially since Jimin was far from the patient time of a child.  

He pushed himself to lounge back in his desk chair as he tapped his fingers on the top of his desk, craning his neck back to stare at the bland, empty ceiling.  

“Tomorrow night it is,” he decided to himself in the solitude of his room.  

XXX

The next day passed just as anyone had before it.  Only now Namjoon pranced around in a veil of barely noticeable anticipation for the coming evening.  He had mapped and planned out how he’d get Jimin out of the bunker without their aunt noticing or kicking up a fuss.  He didn’t want that alcoholic to ruin the surprise he’d give to his younger brother. 

Jimin had noticed Namjoon's air of pleasure as soon as he came home from school.  He immediately took to pestering the eldest, hoping to break his resolve into telling him what had him so giddy, but Namjoon was solid and only kept telling him it was a surprise for later.  

Jimin had changed out of his elementary uniform of shorts and collared shirt with a small bowtie clip, swapping them out for red shorts and a white shirt that was just a bit more than stained. Namjoon was in the kitchen taking out one of the many store bought pizzas they had in the freezer when the little man came running in only to try and be slick in trying to get Namjoon to spill the beans. 

Namjoon stayed resilient.  

After eating, more pestering, more failures of pestering, and cleaning up, Jimin trotted back to his room with Namjoon behind him. Namjoon could practically see the gears turning in the back of Jimin’s head of ways to make Namjoon bend and then break; but when the two entered the privacy of Jimin’s bunker room, Namjoon called him to the bed instead of directing him to his desk like usual to start his homework.  

Today started the weekend, so any homework could be harmlessly postponed and looking at the clock along the wall, it started to get close to the hour of twilight.  

Jimin climbed onto his bed, sitting excitedly in front of his brother with stars in his eyes.  He knew he was finally getting the secret surprise out of his brother and Namjoon knew that Jimin thought it was because he had worn him down. 

And he’d let the little boy continue to think he’d won.  Why spoil his fun? 

“What do you say we take a little trip,” Namjoon silently finished his sentence with his hand, using his index finger to point up at the ceiling and jerked his hand up in gesture.  Jimin- being a bright 5th grader- already knew what he was asking and took to his feet on his mattress and started excitedly jumping. 

Namjoon calmed him down, grabbing his hands as he jumped only to land on his bum on the mattress as his legs flopped over Namjoon’s lap.  His grin threatened to split his face right in two. 

“Yes!” Was his overly excited answer to which Namjoon immediately shushed him with a smile of his own.  “Yes,” he whispered, still as excited as the first time. 

“Then go get something warmer on, it’s chilly at night.” 

Jimin bolted off the bed, rolling to plant his heels on the ground and rushed to his closet.  Namjoon watched as he threw out a pair of pants and a hoodie he hadn’t worn in a while but thought still fit. From his drawers he tossed out a beanie and began to change quickly- like a madman was holding him at gunpoint.  

Namjoon snickered when Jimin almost fell over trying to shove his leg into his pant leg too quickly and his foot snagged around the small, frayed hole in the knee. 

When he was done, he ran to his brother, took his hand and started to weakly pull his arm. His torso was pulled back and forth, but he lacked the strength to move his brother any further.  

“Okay, okay,” Namjoon gave, “I’m getting up.  Stop yanking.” 

Namjoon had gone to quickly check if his Aunt was either home or awake wandering around the kitchen, he didn’t find her in the house. It was all quiet.  Good.  If she were home, he’d have to tiptoe past her with an overly-excited Jimin. With her out- who knows where- the two boys could just waltz out of their home. 

Stopping by his room, he just threw on the nearest hoodie he had laying around and a beanie that Jimin demanded he wear to match him. His grey sweats would have to be enough to keep his legs warm. He smiled as he looked at the gas mask on his wall and once again left it behind as he walked out to grab his brother’s hand and leave the house. 

He also ran by the kitchen and grabbed a flashlight they kept in one of the few junk drawers they had and flicked it on, making sure it worked before shoving it into his pocket. Thankfully, his pockets were large enough to do so. 

The few people still out in the metal, dirt-smelling streets would smile and ask what the boys were doing when it was already getting late for the little boy’s schedule. Namjoon would just lie, telling them Jimin had too much energy so they were walking around to get it all out.  

When they got to the door leading up to the surface, Namjoon quickly punched in the code and as the door hissed, he slipped the both of them inside before it fully opened and began to run up the steps, telling Jimin he’d race him as far as he could go- just to get them away from anyone who would see them going up without a mask and at this time of evening and tried to stop them. 

Shockingly, this trip up, Jimin managed to scale the long staircase all the way up without Namjoon having to pick him up and carry him on his back. The little boy claimed with a puffed out chest that at school during recess he had been going up and down the stairs to ‘train’ for this very occasion.  Demanding praise, Namjoon ruffled his faded hair and let him push the large button to open the surface doors. 

When Namjoon said it was going to be chilly, he was right.  

It was dusk when the doors slid open and the slight breeze felt like a barrage of bricks being thrown at the boys.  It was nothing like the damp-chill that lingers underground. The sweat that had been on them from their trek up the stairs in a seen film cooled almost immediately as Jimin started bouncing from his heels to his toes to try and warm up again. 

“You sure you still wanna go, Chim?” Namjoon asked, wondering if he’d be okay with the wide open, cold air. 

“I want to!” 

“Alright.” Namjoon held out his hand, silently telling his brother to take it. The two walked outside and Jimin smiled in awe at the color changing sky.  

It was blended in colors only his imagination could paint.  A deep orange blending in with reds and heavy hues of pink that surrounded the dark, red, dusk colored sun.  The clouds that spanned the sky were few and stretched like a thin strokes of paint from a cheap, hard-bristled brush and were hued the fainted shades of yellow.  The world around the little boy was colored in warm tones and it made him forget about the chill he was slowly getting used to. 

They walked around for a bit, just warming their body up to the new temperature when Namjoon noticed Jimin’s insistent staring at the not-so-far-off tree line.  If the kid was trying to be inconspicuous, he was very bad at it. 

“What’cha looking at?” The boy’s shoulders jumped at being caught as he began to toe at the ground beneath him. Once again poorly hiding his desire. Apparently, the kid found a sudden spike in confidence as he stomped his foot and looked up at Namjoon with determined eyes. 

“I wanna go into the woods!” He exclaimed, lifting his free arm to point at the treeline.  Namjoon sighed, having known that was coming. 

“Chim, it’s already starting to get dark-” 

“I know! But, just for a little bit. Please!” He whined, yanking on Namjoon’s arm.  

Namjoon let out a defeated sigh as he looked up to the sky, rolling his eyes and ultimately gave in.  They had maybe 20 minutes before it was dark enough to break out the flashlight. Jimin happily danced along with his brother as they made their way to the tree.  

Namjoon made sure Jimin followed two important rules before they went inside.  He had to keep a hold of his hand at all times- no running off on his own again. And when it got too dark they had to leave so they didn’t get lost or somehow hurt. Jimin agreed as they two started walking over roots and falling sticks, crushing leaves and quickly getting out of the way of passing by wildlife. 

Jimin was constantly almost tripping over twigs or sticks that snuck their way in his path while he looked up and around in the treetops, neglecting to look down at his feet to watch where he was going. 

“Jimin, you need to watch your feet.” 

The pout that crossed over the boy’s lips was comical. Namjoon was ready for whatever excuse he was going to push out of them for not doing as he was told. 

“But, what if I miss Y/n?” 

There it was.  Namjoon had already figured out he was looking for you.  It happened to be a running theme with you hanging out in the trees every time one of them found you.  Or if you found them.  When Jimin got lost, he found you in a tree and when Namjoon went looking for you the one time he went up here without Jimin a week ago, you were also hanging out in a tree.  

Namjoon tries telling the kid that he can do both, looking at his feet and then taking glances upwards. It wasn’t like they were walking all that quickly through the woods and Namjoon would also help him look up in the treetops just so Jimin could stop tripping.  Between their back and forth banter, they failed to notice that instead of finding you, you happened to find them. 

“I didn’t think you two had it in you to argue in the middle of the woods,” your voice startled the two to the point of halting their back and forth.  Jimin let out a yell, not expecting it and Namjoon’s shoulders jolted as the both of them looked upwards. 

Namjoon’s tense shoulders slackened as Jimin yanked excitedly on his arm.  There you were in all your glory, sitting comfortably in a tree just as always.  You smiled down at the duo before climbing your way down the tree trunk. The moment your bare feet hit the ground, Jimin broke away from Namjoon and dashed; barreling into your lower body and wrapping his arms around your midsection. 

Nothing but a fit of gleeful giggles. 

“I’ve missed you, Y/n!” The child all but whines as you pet softly at his head, mindful not to pull off the beanie he wore. 

“It has been a while, huh?” You chuckle.  Really just over a week wasn’t that much time realistically speaking, but to a child who was dead-set on believing you were a fairy? A week may have well been an eternity. Namjoon made his way closer to you as you looked up at him. “What are you guys doing up here so late?” 

“We’re going to look at the moon!” Jimin chirped in favor of his older brother. “Namjoon says it doesn't look like the pictures in my fairy tales.” 

“That's because it's changed since those were published, Chim” As Jimin grumbled, Namjoon looked back at you. “Know any good seats?” 

The smile you wore felt contagious as Namjoon felt himself smiling along with you. From what you told him last time he saw you, it didn’t shock him that moon gazing made your eyes gleam with a veil of fondness.  “As a matter of fact, I do.” You gently pulled Jimin’s small arms from around you and stepped back. Instead, you took his hand the moment his bottom lip began to pout. “Let’s go to the tallest tree, okay?” 

Jimin nodded as he snatched Namjoon’s hand and squeezed it in his other, hanging between the two of you. When you led them to the largest oak you knew of that would have a clear view of the sky, you let go of Jimin’s hand only to kneel with your back facing him. Urging him to climb on, you grabbed the back of his thighs and told him to loop them around and lock his ankles together- or at least do the best he could not to slip off your back while you climbed. 

Namjoon threw a joke about having to climb the tree himself all while rolling his sleeves up and readjusting his beanie so he wouldn’t loose it as his head would be craned up so he could semi-see where he climbed. You snorted at him as you started up. Jimin’s giggles flowed into your ears as you felt his legs squeeze against your sides and his arms tighten around your shoulders. Namjoon wasn’t far behind you, careful not to snag his clothes on any loose bark and only going for branches he knew would support his weight.  

He tried to stay to the side of your quickly climbing figure so he wouldn't accidentally catch a glance up your dress. He figured that growing up in the forest and as far from society as you could get, you didn't think about the possibility of him sneaking a peek; he wondered if you’d even get angry if he told you to climb after he began for that very reason. Though, that didn’t stop his cheeks from heating up even in the evening chill. 

As the three of you climbed nearer to the top of the tree, the branches were thinning out and bending to every breath of wind, making the two boys’ stomachs tangle in anxiety.  Namjoon glanced down past his shoulder and while a fall from this height wouldn’t necessarily kill him unless he landed on his head- it definitely wouldn’t be a pleasant sensation. 

“Hey,” Namjoon called, causing you to stop mid reach for another branch as Jimin squeaked, arms tightening again and trying to shift higher on your back when you leaned back to carelessly talk to him.  He shouldn’t be surprised, you’ve only climbed trees a thousand times. “Aren’t the branches too thin to climb? We shouldn’t go much higher.” 

“Too thin?” Honestly, you didn’t think that was the case. Though, perhaps it was because the tree was aiding you- showing you and guiding you to strong, sturdy branches to keep you climbing. Then again, only you could hear its voice- is that what you could call it. The sound of the tree helping you and keeping you from giving in to gravity. “If you don’t want to climb any more, you could’ve said so before.” 

Before he could open his mouth and protest, he felt something coil around his ankles and up his calves, avoiding his knees and resting on the back of his thighs like a makeshift, constricting seat. Looking down, tree branches and vines had curled around his legs and began to move him upwards, the sound of creaking bark under his weight making his stomach twist. 

As he rose slowly to your eye level, his hands had long since let go of the bark he clung to and Jimin’s wide eyes mocked the shock on Namjoon’s.  You just smiled. 

“The tree can take you to the top if you feel better that way.” You spoke so calmly like this was just an everyday, ordinary thing. Never in his life had he seen trees all bent and broken like this- like they were sentient or had free will. Yeah, you mentioned to him before you could communicate in some way with the nature you lived around- but this was not what he was expecting. What's more is that the branches curled around his lower half weren't even uncomfortable. 

One would think the wood of the tree would be jagged, painful and just about a dozen future splinters waiting to happen. But, it just felt like ribbons were wrapped around him. It wasn’t painful at all, maybe that’s why it took so much effort to compromise that he wasn’t losing his mind. It as like an optical illusion. 

“Can I try that?” Jimin suddenly piped up from on your back. Without a word, you just smiled as more branches began to encroach on your own body, but yours went up your back as well.  Securing Jimin safely to you like a human backpack and cradling around his own back to keep him well in place.  Then, as a branch-bound trio, you all were elevated to the top of the trees. The leaves were thick, but seemed to window out of your path and before long, the sky was in full view and you all witnessed the tiniest sliver of evening diminish under the vast, dark navy sky. 

Stars dotted around like rhinestones, some still working on finding their light and working their way out into full view.  Your shadows were cast along the tree leaves by the largest celestial body in the sky that conquers the nighttime- the whole reason the two boys were up on the surface in the first place. 

“Wow, look” Jimin cheered, reaching past your shoulder to point at the moon. His eyes sparkled and Namjoon for once wasn’t looking at his younger brother's reaction.  He was staring earnestly at the moon, Selene shining with a brilliant soft glow- just like how he remembered in his childhood before he was shoved underground like a mole. He felt nostalgic looking up at her beauty. 

The moon was full and bright and you smiled up to what you considered your mother planet. Glancing at the two with you, you were pleased to see them both gazing at it with fondness and excitement.  It made you feel giddy seeing them enjoy the sight of it shining in the sky. 

“So,” you started, looking over your shoulder to Jimin’s excited face, “what’s your opinion on the moon?” 

“It’s pretty! It doesn't look like the picture books, like Joon said, but it’s waaay better!” 

The position of the moon this night made it easy to at least catch a glimpse at the irregular growth of the Moon Tree, even from the distance between the planets.  It was like a tumor on the space rock, a large, shadowed, beautiful tumor that breached its cage and tethered itself to another planet.  

From the way Namjoon spoke, it sounded like most of his people considered the moon a parasite that doomed the earth, but you thought it was the beginning of a new world.  A new era where humans got a taste of their own medicine while the planet took itself back. 

Though, you weren’t as sure as you wanted to be on your opinions when it came to other people. All you knew was what you learned in the labs you were ‘born’ into and what Namjoon explained that day on the escalator.  Sure you’ve read pages of books that hadn’t been worn or molded away into dust, but you weren’t sure what was fact or fiction either. 

All you knew was the moon was your sense of calming and that was all that mattered when you came right down to it. 

“Way better huh?” 

“Yeah! We’re learning about the Moon Tree in my class right now, and the teachers all say it’s a big bad thing. But it looks really pretty, even all the way down here. Nothing that pretty can be bad.” Your eyes soften at his child's innocence. 

“Thanks for thinking that.” 

Jimin then started on about his school and what he did and learned on a day-to-day basis.  You found it fascinating and part of you was curious to see this underground world they lived in, but just the thought of going from wide, open, fresh air into a condensed cage of soil didn’t sit well in your stomach. 

Eventually, as the moon crept higher in the sky, shining brighter with each passing moment until it would reach peak shine, you felt Jimin nodding off behind you, struggling to keep his young head up and awake. He was just a kid, and sleep was important to him and his growth, so you began to slowly hum. 

The feeling of the humming vibration from you pulled him under and soon his arms were slumped over your shoulders, his head resting forward against the back of yours, sliding into your neck.  He breathed easy as he slept. 

Namjoon knew he slept like a rock, so he recommended climbing down the tree so he doesn’t slip off your back- even if the tree branches still kept him secured to you. He didn’t want to take the chance. 

The branches easily and gently worked its way back down with the three of you, the sky shutting off from sight by the leaves and before long they were setting you and Namjoon softly back onto the soil. As the vines and branches retracted from him, he let some wrap around his hand before pulling back completely and disappearing into the dark forest.  

It wasn’t as dark as Namjoon expected, a swarm of fireflies lighting the area up in small, repetitive blips of lime light. He watched you set Jimin down as you soon followed, sitting on the ground against the tree trunk and the sleeping boy’s head on your leg. Namjoon knew he should be taking Jimin and going home, but something in him compelled him to sit beside you and bask in the moment for a little longer- so he did. 

You both talked in hushed tones, exchanging more differences about your life styles and educating the other. It felt like you were talking about two different planets by how different it all was, but it was also interesting. 

The night went on and next thing Namjoon knew, he was cracking his eyes open to a morning lit, tree cluttered forest. Singing birds waking him instead of his alarm clock. Leaves casting dancing shadows along the dirt and grass instead of the bright, humming light of his bunker.  

A weight was on his shoulder as his cheek rested on something. His neck was sore and his back stiff as he sucked in a breath and corrected his head to sit straight and not at an uncomfortable angle. The soreness in his neck making him wince. 

Looking with small, tired eyes, you were sleeping beside him, your head on his shoulder and Jimin still on your lap. In fact he was more curled into your stomach by his sifting and moving through the night.  He blinked before the realization hit him that he slept up on the surface overnight after sneaking himself and his younger brother out without telling a single person. 

“Shit.” 

a/n: so i decided that i wasn’t going to bust my ass and write what im only expecting to be another 10k words to this fic before the 12th just for a few notes. the lack of activity is really bumming me out- even if i’m on and off/on hiatus, whenever i do post or tease or hint at something, i still dont hardly get anything. this may be me whining, but nevertheless, here’s part one of Years END. 

I started this back in 2019, and it’s been rewritten several times- so here’s hoping i can conclude it with a second part in the not so distance future lol 

#namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fanfiction #kim namjoon #namjoon #bts #bts rm #bts namjoon #namjoon au #namjoon angst #namjoon romance #namjoon fluff #dystopian au #enhanced species au #jimin #park jimin #namjoon x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader #namjoon x reader au #rm x reader #rm x reader au #dystopian

[mystical-blaise]

My 2022 Writing Resolutions

Hey all! So with 2022 almost here (and fingers crossed it will less of a garbage year like 2020/2021), I thought I would share some of my writing plans for 2022: (1) First thing's first: finish my biggie Gwynriel fic, A Court of Whispers and Song. We're officially in Act Three now! I had hoped to have it finished by now, but you know... life and all that. But I am still shocked by the response and grateful to everyone who has read. 🤗

(2) I have a few more Dadriels in my head. Some fluffy and cute, others touching on important issues. I'll be posting when I have time. The next one up will be called The Name Game, and boy did I laugh when I thought up this drabble's little plot.

(3) With the awesome response for the Gwynriel Holiday fic, Give Me Your Heart For Christmas (and I know I haven't responded to all the comments on ao3 yet, but I have read and appreciated all of them), I am planning on making this a series. The rest might be more like 4-6 chapters or drabbles, but think a year of holidays in Chicago up through their anniversary the next Christmas. I'll be posting timely in terms of seasons and holidays. ❤️☘️🎆🎃

(4) After ACOWAS is FINALLY finished, I am working on a follow-up (as in the events in ACOWAS will affect the next book and couple), the abbreviations of which are ACOCAF. Now, I'm still playing with this one in terms of the outline and plot, and determining if it will focus on one couple or two (more in the vein of a ToG than ACOTAR) but we'll see. I don't want it to be too complicated. More news to follow in the Spring.

(5) Last but certainly not least, I'm going to be working on my own original work and series that I hope to publish sometime this/next year!

#gwyneth berdara #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #azgwyn #gwyn acotar #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara x azriel #gwynriel fanfiction #gwyn x az #nesta x gwyn x emerie #azwyn #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn acosf #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #acotar #acotar fanfiction #the valkyries #elucien acotar #elucien fanfic #acotar elucien #lucien x elain #elain x lucien #dadriel #acowas #a court of whispers and song #give me your heart for christmas #my writing

[ggukkieland]

📕CURRENT READS (2020 November)

🌹 Almost done with the list except for a few and I am excited to curate fics that are fitting for merry December 🎅❄🎄🤶 woot woot! 

I enjoyed this month’s reads - a mix of cyberpunk au, android au, werewolf aus, slice of life, exes and those on the verge of breaking up, and lots of beautifully-written drabbles which ended up in my list of favorites. 

Please send these authors some love by reblogging their content =)

✅ -  done reading   | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst) 

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly] 

Still reading the ongoing series from October’s reading list, whenever there is an update 😊.

Onyx @springbean - JJK | ABO universe, omega!reader, rouge!Alpha!Jungkook, roommates, cyberpunk au | A, F (this is so fascinating)

[2/?] years after the war, Soketh has become a bustling electric city of life and death. a world now filled with mystery, danger, and rules, y/n finds herself rooming with her old friend while trying to find herself in the city of dangerous dreams. however, her world is turned upside down when a rouge alpha enters their life seeking refuge and help…

Vulgar and Divine @yeoldontknow - JHS | elf!hoseok au, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage,  fantasy au, horror, suspense | A, S

[1/?] The Elf King buys your hand in marriage as an act of political strategy - you, the Banshee Priestess and your ability to forewarn death in exchange for your people’s return to your original home in the River Lands. You hate him for the way his kind make a mockery of death. Even before you meet him, you decide you will not grieve his death - not even a little. But then, on the day of your wedding you begin to weep - and it is not out of love or rapture.

Kitchen Confidential @glitter-kookiedough - KSJ | chef au, slow burn, enemies to lovers | A, F, S

[3/?] After years of annoying the life out of you, your rival, Kim Seokjin, pushes you a step too far and he knows it. As angry and resentful as you are, you don’t realize that something has been brewing under the surface for years. This weekend, that will change. 🌟 new chapter🌟

enemiestolovers drabble series @sincerelyourfangirl - JJK | enemies to lovers, fwb, co-workers | S, A, F

[3/?] Maybe the line between love and hate is thin. Especially when you’re in bed with Jungkook.

Challenge Accepted | What Happens When You’re not Careful | Risky Business

The Lost Luna @hobisbeautifulass - KTH | werewolf au, soulmate au, rival clans | F, A

[2/?] One Luna is born per a hundred-year cycle or so and only appears after the previous one has passed away.  This Luna was forced into hiding for seventeen years, but now she’s back, bloodthirsty, and ready to reclaim her throne.

Mutual Help @personasintro - JJK | bestfriend au, fwb au, fake dating | A, S, F

[24/?] in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it a mutual help

Bite Me @cheeky-kookie - PJM | vampire au | A, F, S

[1/?] Growing up, you always learned to look over your shoulder at night, hoping to never run into the catlike gleam of a vampires eyes. Yet, one night on your way home you find yourself staring into the very things you feared most. Dangerously beautiful and undeniably confident, Park Jimin was everything you knew you needed to stay away from, but he had other plans.

Nut Jobs @ironicarmy - OT7 | slice of life, crack, humor, friends au | S

[5/?] Eight friends. One terrible idea. A whole lot of trouble. Welcome to No Nut November.

Cherry Pickers @kimnjss - JJK | social media au, smau, gamer, fuckboi, vixen!reader, virgin!reader | F, S, A

[4/?] [updates daily] known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

(or, you’re a video vixen with an assumed identity and jungkook manages to see past it.)

Across the Board @out-of-jams - KTH | 20s, gambling, mafia au, enemies to lovers | S, A

[1/?] And now you’re indebted to the city’s most dangerous mob boss, forced to pay your dues in blood one way or another. With a gun pushed into your hands and your life at stake; once you’re in, you’re in. You’ll never get out.

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles -  to read]

Through Time and Space @taephilia - 10.6k | KSJ | F, A, sci-fi, time travel au, adventure, doctor who au 

re: Untitled @to-star-lake - 18.8k | JJK | A, S, F, ceo au, arranged marriage, childhood acquaintance turned enemies (one of my favorites this month 🥰)  

01 02 03 04  ✅

Moral of the Story @suhdays - 7.7k | JHS | A, F, S, strangers to loves, soulmate au, OC can tell if people are telling the truth (really interesting)  ✅

In the Margins  @bonvoyagenoona - 31k | MYG | F, S, A, writer au, humor, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, editor!reader, writer!yoongi [also on AO3] 

01: Winter (5k words)   ✅ 02: Spring (6k words)  03: Summer (7k words)  04: Fall (13k words) 

Into my Bones @inkofyoongi - 15k | MYG | S, F, A, fwb to lovers, slice of life-ish, non-chronological (this is awesome 🌟) ✅

A Human Touch @snackhobi - 39.1k | KTH | F, S, robot au, android!taehyung 

01 ✅ 1.5  02 (will finish the rest of the chapters; this is so good)

Supply and Demand @scribblemetae - 5.7k | MYG | S, A, supernatural au, telepathic!myg, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers  ✅

More than Us @jeongi - 11.3k | KTH | F, S, college au, roommate au, best friend to lovers

Moirai @jimlingss - 46.9k | KTH | F, A, isekai au, fantasy au, reborn as a villain in a video game

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 

Taking Flight @rmnamjoons - 15.2k | KNJ | S, sci-fi, post-apocalypse, rivals to friends to lovers au

Lining’s Silver @sketchguk - 14.1k | MYG | S, F, College au, idiots to lovers, enemies to lovers 

Even a Forest Fire Dies Out @9uk - 6.6k | JJK | A, F, exes au (a re-read) ✅

Southpaw @starshapedkookie - 30k | JJK | A, S, F, childhood friends, college au, boxer au, kinda e2l-ish (a re-read, that fight scene was just exhilarating) 🔥🥊 ✅

All That We Had @starlightauroras-writes - 13k | JJK | Heavy A, S, F, exes au, reunion, ex-husband!JK ✅ (author said there’ll be Pt2)

After the Honeymoon Fades @onherwings - 13k | MYG | A, S, F, established relationship (on the rocks), producer!yoongi, professor!OC ✅

Cozy Thief @bratkook - 5.1k | JJK | F, S, roommates au, mutual pining ✅

Quiet Baby by bratkook - 3.2k | JJK | S, established au, pwp, exhibitionism✅

Come Over by bratkook - 7.2k | JJK | S, pwp, neighbors au, voyeurism ✅

Tear You Apart by bratkook - 17.4k | KTH | S, pwp, slight horror, paranormal

01  ✅ 02 (to read)

Breathe @ephemeralkookie - 6.9k | JJK | A, S, F, exes au, multiple break-ups   ✅

Shield @namgukgalore  - 18.6k | JJK | F, S, slow burn, security guard!JJK, co-workers au ✅

Imitation of Art by namgukgalore - 9.6k | KTH | F, S, romance, friends to lovers

High School Reunion @btsarmy9593 - 6k | MYG | F, reunion, second chances ✅

One Night Ride by btsarmy9593 - 3.8k | JJK | F, hints of S, college!JK, noona, one night stand au ✅

Off the Table @fakeleaves - 11k | KNJ | A, F, exes to lovers  ✅

By its Cover @crystaljins - 38.9k | JHS | F, A, enemies to lovers, demon au, magic/supernatural, witch!reader 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 ✅

Your Eyes Tell @njkbangtan - 40k | JJK | A, F, mild S, soulmate au, roommates au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, a bit sugar baby au, lawyer!reader, artist!jungkook 

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15   ✅

Popular-ish (drabble series) @hansolmates - 16.1k | JJK | F, S, A, popular!JJK, normie!reader, college au, fwb-ish

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09  10 11 12 13  ✅ 🥰

One More Time (Finale) - 7.3k | reunion ✅ 

No One @dfdph - 21k | JJK | A, extreme sports, slice of life, epistolary (in form of letters), heavy angst (not kidding! with trigger warnings; written so beautifully but angst may not be for all) ✅

Repercussions: Suspenders, Satin and Stockings @pars-ley​ - 3.1k | MYG | S, pwp, established relationship ✅

Have Faith in Me @aroseforyoongi - 6.4k | KTH | S, F, werewolf au, soulmates au, bestfriends to lovers ✅

The Art of Boxing @seokiie -  3.1k | JJK | S, pwp, boxing au ✅

Beautiful Confession @btsracket - 6.3k | JJK | S, F, fake dating, friends to lovers  ✅

Tongue Tied @btssavedmylifeblr - 12k | PJM | S, F, minor A,  crack, demon au, idol verse, established relationship, pwp  ✅

Infamous @sugaxjpg - 12.5k | KTH | S, A, secret relationship au, fuckboy au  ✅

Familiar Stranger @army-author - 7.3k | KTH | F, friends to lovers, high school au, mixed-up identity  ✅

Strangers Again @minniefilms  - 11.4k |  JJK | A, F, enemies to lovers, best friend’s boyfriend

01 02 03 04 drabble ✅

Ruin Him @kingsuckjin​ - 3.5k | JJK | S, pwp, virgin!JK, coworker au ✅

Sex Education @extravaguk - 12k | JJK | S, F, A, brother’s best friend, virgin!OC (actually came out fluffier than expected 🥰)   ✅

In your Eyes @sweetaesuga - 10.6k | JJK | S, F, A, college au, fratboy au, ex-fuckboy jk, friends to lovers ✅

Drabble Series: In Your Heart [4/11] ✅

Lunar Violence @taetaesbaebaepsae - 7.4k | JJK | S, rock band au, werewolf au, ABO dynamics, strangers to lovers ✅

A Fallen Bookmark on a Thursday Afternoon @cutaepatootie​ - 19k | JJK | A, F, S, strangers to lovers, takes the same train every Thursday 😭 ✅

There You Are @joonkookiemonster - 13.4k | JJK | F, S, ABO dynamics, werewolf au  ✅

Here I Come @jiminssthetic - 3k | JJK | S, pwp, college au, friends to lovers ✅

Morning Rush @atdawnsuga - 3.2k | JJK | S, college au, exhibitionism, strangers ✅

(in)Satiable @thatlongspringnight - 11.3k | JJK | S, F, incubus au, lucid dreams ✅

The Red Pool @ksmuttherapy - 3.1k | JJK | S, horror, vampire au, dusk til dawn vibes

inTOXICated @sugarjaee - JJK | A, S, toxic relationship, college au, fboi au  

01 02 03 04 05 06  ✅

Inebriated [Jungkook’s POV] - 7.4k, read after chapter 4 ✅

You’re so Creepy (drabble series) @whatifyoulivelikethat  - 2k per member | OT7 | F, crack, university au, creepy girl au, (actually cute) 

There’s always at least one campus creepy girl. Or seven. Part 1 (1st kiss) Part 2 (2nd meeting)

kim namjoon - part i | part ii (fave)  ✅

kim seokjin - part i | part ii (fave)  ✅

min yoongi - part i | part ii  ✅

jung hoseok - part i | part ii (fave)  ✅

park jimin  - part i | part ii (fave)  ✅

kim taehyung  - part i | part ii ✅

jeon jungkook - part i | part ii  ✅

🥕[Drabbles]

Feeling @sometimeinjoon - 2.3k | JJK | demon JJK, established relationship, a bit slice-of-life | love this so much ✅🥰

Warmth @artaefact - 306 words | JJK | fluff, fantasy au, incandesce couple ✅

Too Close @taestybae​ - 1.4k words | JJK | expecting parents au, boxer au, angst  ✅

“i’m yours, in every way you’ll have me” by taestybae - 0.8k | KTH | S, A, fwb au ✅

“Are you Sure?” by taestybae - 2k | KTH | S, F, brother’s best friend | love this!  ✅ 🥰

“The strings are attached already” @taetaespeaches - 1.8k | KNJ | angst, fwb ✅

Deep End @latetaektalk - 2.2k | MYG | angst, fuckboy au, a bit of fluff  ✅

Game Boy @suqakoo - 2.7k | JJK | S, gamer au, enemies to lovers, a bit of fluff ✅🔥

Reese’s It’s All for You @joonkookiemonster - 3.1k | JJK | F, demon au, roommate au, Driving me Wild Halloween Drabble ✅

Transparent @kingsuckin - 793 words | JJK | S, pwp, established relationship, see-through JJK shirt 😉 ✅🔥

Savage Love @whatifyoulivelikethat - | JJK | S, pwp, OC is yoongi’s ex 😬 ✅

🌹  Drabbles by @zephyoongist​  - I love the way these are written. Just beautiful. Truly fluffy (like butterflies in my stomach) and also gives off a deep/for keeps type of dynamics between the characters:

you and yoongi had an unusual friendship... - 665 words | MYG | fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers ✅🥰

kim taehyung had only met you a few times… - 1.2k | KTH | fluff, accidental pregnancy au ✅🥰 (a fave)

there wasn’t any particular reason as to why min yoongi chose you to be his mate - his luna… - 840 words | MYG | fluff, werewolf au, slice of life ✅🥰

jung hoseok found you when you were about to make the biggest mistake of your life… - 1.5k | JHS | fluff, runaway bride, slice of life | really cute ✅🥰

#ggukkiereadinglist #bts fanfic #bts angst #bts smut #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts drabbles #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #yoongi fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader

[sofreddie]

Friday Feature: October 1, 2021

Welcome to the Friday Feature, where every Friday I feature a different Fanfic Writer’s blog. This week’s Feature Blog is:

Link to Masterlist

About the Author:

I have been writing short stories and poems since I was a teenager; I even managed to win a couple of awards in high school. I didn’t start writing fanfic until very recently, however. I posted my first fic two and a half years ago. I joined tumblr with the intent of simply reading fanfic and maybe connecting with a few people over our love for Dean and Supernatural. Yet, here I am a little over three years later, with a new creative obsession, and a horde of new friends because of writing.

Other info and plugs:

I genuinely enjoy beta/alpha reading fics and helping others with their stories. So much so that I am currently in the process of starting my own proofreading business. It’s still in the very early stages, but I hope to have a site up and running by Spring 2022.

Author’s Fave Personal Fics:

*My favorites continually change over time-these are the current ones.

Trust You With My Heart

Summary: She trusts him with her life, but can she trust him with her heart?

Why the author likes this fic:

It’s my first foray into writing about cardiophilia, other than a small drabble. It was initially meant to be a one-shot for a challenge, it grew into so much more, and I have had so much fun writing this series. I was stunned by the enthusiastic and, dare I say, heartwarming response that the series received. I love the relationship between Dean and the Reader and have a lot more planned for them.

Sacrifice

Summary: sac’ri·​fice’ v. 1 to give up something that is valuable to you in order to help another person 2 to give up something for something else considered more important (Cambridge Dictionary, 2020)

Why the author likes this fic:

Those that follow my weekly fic recs know that angst is a staple in the list of fics I choose to read. Most of the stories I have written generally contain angst in them as well. Although, they usually have a happy ending. Sacrifice was the first fic I wrote that focused solely on pain and heartbreak.

Together We Are the Storm

Summary: Angry with the way the brothers have been treating her, the Reader decides to take matters into her own hands and fight through the storm that is Dean Winchester.

Why the author likes this fic:

I feel like I stepped up my writing with this story and finally managed to jump a hurdle I was struggling with. I love the fire in this reader and had a blast writing the entire story. I was a lot more confident in my voice and writing style with this fic, and I am delighted with the response it has received so far.

Author’s Fic Recommendations:

*Heads up, as I mentioned before, I love angst and the recs below are all filled with emotion and heartbreak. There are so many more that I absolutely adore, which is why I have my weekly fic recs, but these have bored their way deep into my soul.

Now and Then {Ongoing Series} - by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.

Why the author likes this fic:

It is a stunningly beautiful tale of longing and love, of trying to find one’s place in the world, and realizing that it’s okay to put your own feelings and desires first sometimes. The Reader is strong and outspoken, which is a trait I always love to read. I relate so much to Dean in this fic, in that I currently find myself in a life I am not happy with due to the ill-fated choices I made in the past that were dictated by others and what was expected of me. Saira’s stories are always so nuanced and filled with emotion. The sophistication in @thinkinghardhardlythinking’s writing is just stunning!

Lie To Me / Additional Chapters - by @angelkurenai

Summary: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Why the author likes this fic:

One of the first fanfics I ever read, and I still go back to read it every few months. It is a very unique take on the French Mistake episode concept and is so beautifully crafted by @angelkurenai. It makes me cry, my heart race and lets me lose myself in a stunning tale of heartbreak, longing, and so much love.

Ephemeral - by @atwistoffate

Summary: All she wants is to live. All he wants is to save her. This is the story of their last road trip together.

Why the author likes this fic:

Another early read that has stuck with me and has been read many, many times. Have tissues handy when you read this one by @atwistoffate. Although it’s an AU, the story is about the sacrifices that Dean is willing to make for the one he loves.

Broken Series - by @atwistoffate

Summary: The man you love is about to marry someone else. This is how the worst day of your life begins.

Why the author likes this fic:

Another tearjerker by @atwistoffate; I sobbed for days over this story. My eyes are welling even as I type this rec. Joy and pain fill this rollercoaster love story of a life that Dean deserved.

Hold Her Tight - by @waywardbaby

Summary: A story of a deep need to feel someone close to you

Why the author likes this fic:

There are only two lines of dialogue in this fic-the same three words. However, Zee, @waywardbaby, managed to convey so much emotion in this beautifully written story. The need, adoration, and softness that she channeled through the words reach in and grip my heart tight every time I think about it.

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