Smitten Kitten

Smitten Kitten

Diluc, Alhaitham x gn! Reader

Summary: Your lover has magically turned into a cat! (Please help him)

Genre: fluff, crack?

Warnings: none

Note: a very late fic/hc inspired by genshin's april fools post :'> apologies in advance if this is similar to other fics, i hadn't read one yet so any similarities is by coincidence, it is not my intention to steal!

( Part Two ! )

Diluc Ragnvindr

After a long day of running errands, defeating monsters, and being away from your beloved, you finally make your way back to your new home: the Dawn Winery.

The sunset made a beautiful backdrop for your home, and you just can't wait to return to the warm and loving arms of Diluc to soothe your sore limbs and fatigued soul.

You finally open the doors, about to call out to your lover when a furry obstacle blocks your way.

"Dearest, I'm home─oh? And who might you be, you dapper looking gentleman?" You smile and tilt your head at the cat who was sitting patiently by the doorway as if waiting for your arrival.

The cat looks up at you expectantly in return, slowly blinking up at you. It exudes an aura of elegance not common in a cat. But why is it so irresistibly adorable?

It has midnight black fur with red highlights, quite an unusual yet very elegant appearance. What caught your eye further was the collar, necktie, and ruby red gem it adorned, identical to your lover's accessories.

You slowly reach out a hand to not spook it, cooing at the way it immediately rubs its face onto your palm.

"Aww, did Diluc get us a cat? You're adorable!" You chuckle as you shower it with affection.

"Speaking of Diluc, have you seen a tall, handsome, kinda scary looking but still very hot fella around? He owes me some cuddles as you can see," you jokingly ask the cat, who quietly meows back as if it was entertained.

You walk past the cat (much to its disappointment) and make you way further into the house, "Diluc? My loooove?"

The cat meows at each of your calls in response. Hmm, very odd indeed.

The further you explore inside, the more worried you get. He promised to be home before dinner after all, and he never breaks a promise.

The cat seems to notice your growing uneasiness and tugs on the hem of your pants with its claws.

"Ah, are you hungry, little baby? I guess I could get you something to eat while I wait," you ponder, reaching down to pick it up and hold it close to your chest.

Soon enough you push a plate of fresh fish in front of the cat, crouching next to it on the kitchen floor.

It stares at the food in disgust, before looking back at you as if to say 'really?'

"Oh come on, that's high quality fish!" You pout at it, leaning your face closer to its own.

After a staring contest, you affectionately kiss the top of its head, sighing and complaining about wanting your lover home already.

A puff of smoke wraps around the cat in front of you the moment your lips touch its fur. The smoke catches you by surprise and makes you cough a bit and... wait, why is the smoke adorned by glitter?

After the smoke dissipates, there sits your red haired lover.

You stare at each other with wide eyes, still processing the whole situation.

"...hey hottie, come here often?"

Diluc snorts (snorts!) at your attempt at flirting before kissing your forehead like you did to his cat form.

"Sorry to make you wait, sweetheart. I suppose I found your tall, handsome, kinda scary looking but still very hot fella."

If you melt into a puddle of goo in his arms, I won't blame you.

Alhaitham

You and your lover had arranged to meet up at Puspa Café for a date, how cute!

However, minutes have passed since your agreed meeting time, and you have yet to see a sign of Alhaitham anywhere. This was an unusual thing to happen as he valued you too much to make you wait even a second.

Before you got up to look for him in the Akademiya, a gray cat suddenly pounced on your lap.

You let out a surprised gasp at its sudden appearance before laughing it off.

"Hi there cutie," you rub at its chin, hoping it won't bite your fingers off.

Instead of a violent outburst, it instead closes its eyes and preens at your affections.

This gave you the time to take in its appearance. Fur with the same shade as your lover's hair, with the tips of its long coat turning white exactly like Alhaitham's. It even had an identical green ahoge on top of its head!

"Are you Haitham..."

The cat perks up, looking at you with hopeful eyes as if saying 'yes yes!'

"...'s cat?"

Its ears pull back in disappointment, and you almost feel bad if it didn't suddenly bite your fingers in annoyance.

"Ow hey!" You whine as you pull back.

Its eyes in sharp slits suddenly dilate and its ears droop. Huh, it reminds you of your lover whenever you scold him for being too blunt toward his subordinates.

"Aww cheer up lil guy, the bite didn't hurt that much! Although...what is it about my dear's name that made you so mad, huh?" You ponder for a bit, staring at the cat as if it would answer back.

You sigh and pick it up from your lap, embarking on a quest to search for Alhaitham around Sumeru City.

The cat wriggles out of your hands in order to perch on top of your shoulder. It holds itself with an air of sophistication and authority, like your proud little bodyguard.

(It also hisses at anyone who tries to get close to you, proving your thoughts to be correct)

After hours of searching to no avail, you meet up with your close group of friends outside your home to relay your concern.

Cyno, Tighnari, and Kaveh stand around you as you explain, not bothering to hide your distress, "I swear, no one has seen him all day! What if something bad happened?"

The General Mahamatra hums in thought before his eyes land on the cat, "Truly a cat-astrophe...we should still stay paw-sitive nonetheless."

You and the cat sigh in exasperation as Tighnari elbows him on the side.

Kaveh remained silent the whole time, only staring at the cat on your shoulder with suspicious eyes.

"Alhaitham?" He asks out loud.

The cat turns to him and meows in a tone that awfully sounds like 'what?'

"...oh archons," you take him off your shoulder and hold him up so that you're eye-to-eye.

"Meow twice if you're Haitham."

Lo and behold, it (he?) meowed twice.

"Actually, meow three times for good measure," Tighnari adds.

Cat-haitham did as told.

"Just to be sure, meow four times," Kaveh added again, looking highly entertained at his roommate's misfortune.

Instead of doing as told, Cat-haitham yowls in annoyance, similar to his typical sarcastic replies to the architect.

"Oh that's him alright," Kaveh snickers.

You look at the cat and back at the men in bewilderment, "How do we turn him back?"

Cyno speaks up again, "Maybe a true love's kiss would work?"

Just as Tighnari smacks the former's head, you pout and lightly kiss Cat-haitham on the nose anyway.

Poof!

After the smoke dies down, Alhaitham stands in the center of it all, a mix of relief, annoyance, and exhaustion adorning his handsome face.

He ignores your group of friends in favor of resting his head on your shoulders, mumbling incoherent words about being drained.

You pat his back as the rest bid the two of you goodbye.

"Guess we should reschedule our date?" You chuckle as he leans his weight further onto you.

He hums non committedly, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Right now, I just want to be as close to you as...paw-ssible."

"...Haitham??"

⇢ finding cinderella

synopsis: it wasn’t often jeno showed emotions of love and affection, let alone kissing a stranger at a party that he doesn’t even remember?! determined to find his nameless cinderella, he began searching the campus far and wide but as hidden secrets started surfacing, he started to wonder whether the midnight spark was meant to be pursued after all.

pairing: jeno x fem! reader genre: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, crack warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, jokes about murder status: completed started: 14th February 2023 ended: 13th July 2023 update schedule: twice a week (probs mon & thurs??) taglist: closed🤍!!

note: this is the third instalment of the 'lovesick fools universe'! (tho it can be standalone) holy crap, the journey leading up to writing this fic was... chaotic💀 also imma be fr guys, this is gonna be a hell of a long rollercoaster so buckle up🥴

⎯ navi for lovesick fools universe

profiles 1/3: jay's sugar babies profiles 2/3: dream squad!! profiles 3/3: dream squad!! (pt. 2) chapter 1: the fucked up uni chapter 2: the ball and the glass slipper chapter 3: as the clock struck midnight chapter 4: after the magic wore off🍻 chapter 5: her own version of glass slippers👟 chapter 6: the prince and the stepsisters💀 chapter 7: her nike zoom pegasus chapter 8: prince jeno’s big fat L chapter 9: cinderella’s rats🤨 chapter 10: the questionable wingmen🤨 chapter 11: awkwardly dense charming chapter 12: breaking and (not) entering💀 chapter 13: bye mum im getting married💅 chapter 14: soft launch🙈 chapter 15: avengers assemble🫡 chapter 16: pussy🙄 chapter 17: nomin’s divorce era chapter 18: oh how the turn tables chapter 19: jinx😡 chapter 20: 🤡 chapter 21: loving him was red chapter 22: a twisted cinderella story chapter 23: coping mechanisms chapter 24: denial is river in egypt chapter 25: the story of us chapter 26: the untold truth chapter 27: gaslight, gatekeep, not girlbossing chapter 28: sneaky snake🐍 chapter 29: karma is her bf🤭 chapter 30: closing the cinderella story?? chapter 31: DAS MY BFF😤😤😤 chapter 32: lucifier’s new friend🫣 chapter 33: ok relationship veteran🥵 chapter 34: my soulmate frfr😔✋ chapter 35: sunwoo’s party pt.194859🫠 chapter 36: if the shoe fits chapter 37: so this is love🩵 (finale)

next lovesick fool: renjun

What They Do After Their Breakup with You

Pairing: Honkai Star Rail Men feat. Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Welt Yang, and Sampo x Reader (separately)

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Reader is GN except Jing Yuan’s (unless you don’t mind being called “queen”)

Blade carves your name on his weapon.

If his sword breaks, he’ll just do it again. And again. And again. 

He’ll restore it as much as he needs to; until the relationship he had with you is restored too.

The pain courses through his veins whenever he slashes through his enemies, and even more so when he bleeds. 

It used to be bearable, but when you left him because of his circumstances, he somehow just feels everything even more.

The sword he has is supposed to be as durable as the weapon he has become. But each time, he wonders why every blade he carved your name on just breaks easily.

Is there really no more hope for you and him?

Dan Heng locks the archives containing information about you.

The trickiest part of being a trailblazer is that all relationships formed in every world need to be transient.

But rare occurrences and outliers happen, and that includes you in Dan Heng’s world.

So when he assigned a password to your data, Dan Heng feels like a part of him is tucked away, not abandoned yet inaccessible at the same time. You’ve become a part of his mystery now, the dark side that no one needs to know about.

Nobody in the Astral Express dares to question the locked portion of the data bank either, because they all know what happened between you and him.

Whenever he can’t go back to sleep after a nightmare, he’ll access your records just to remember what it’s like to be with you. It’s what brings him comfort.

Gepard has a trusted Silvermane guard to keep watch over you.

He can no longer protect you directly, he knows he lost that right after he put his duty before you, so he sends one of his men to provide him with a report of how you’re doing.

The slightest mention of how you’re hurt or, aeons forbid, in danger, he’ll leap into action, trying so hard to be behind the scenes.

But he fails to conceal that fact, and you find out either way.

He acts cold when you do catch him, and in response, he utters scripted lines that all Silvermane guards recite after helping out a Belobog citizen.

You both know it’s ridiculous, but there is now a wall of ice between you and him that is far too difficult to overcome.

Jing Yuan subconsciously protects the queen on his side of the chessboard in every duel.

Yanqing points out he’s supposed to watch the king and Jing Yuan merely chuckles in response. It crushes him inside after he realizes what he’s doing.

“My queen,” he addressed you once as he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles.

You tried to reach out to him countless times after you recovered from your injuries, but he makes it a point to keep avoiding you. He feels like he failed to protect you, and he’s still beating himself up over it even if it happened a century ago.

When he’s alone, Jing Yuan would pick up the queen piece and stare at it, even going as far as cradling it close to his lips, murmuring all of his unspoken apologies. He is most afraid of putting you in danger again, so he has to be contented with the knowledge that you’re safe even if he has to stay away from you.

But who was he kidding, just like the king on his chessboard, he feels defenseless that you’re no longer with him.

After all, what is a king without his queen?

Sampo stops being happy-go-lucky.

He’s flippant most of the time and hardly takes anything seriously, but that is exactly what pushed you away and he was too late to realize it. 

Sampo surprised the members of Astral Express and Wildfire when he actually pulls through with his word without any strings attached.

He made a mistake with how he treated you so he now makes it a point to honor every agreement he enters.

He thinks that maybe if you learn of his steadfast behavior from others, you’ll take him back.

Welt creates tons of sketches of you.

He made them before and he’ll continue making them even if you’re no longer together.

Welt tends to pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance whenever he comes to his senses after excitedly pulling out his phone with the intention of sending you a photo of his latest sketch.

[This user cannot be reached.]

The automated message glares at him which results in him throwing his phone across his room.

He hopelessly creates scenarios of what he could’ve done to keep you close to him, and he continues to torture himself as he watches the animations of his imagined situations with you.

It’s unlike him to make something of this genre, but at least there is a perfect world where you and he can be together again.

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“are we…” ; kazuha, ayato, alhaitham, & tartaglia

details — here on another agenda of listening to songs, reading the lyrics, realizes how it would sound so good on a fic, and boom! slapping it on a character i think would suit it; basically, songs and tropes as some genshin men

characters — alhaitham, ayato, kazuha, tartaglia (w/gender-neutral reader)

tags — a sprinkle of angst, some of them are out of character, nothing happy is going on (my life relates to it) ; headcanons/scenario

words — 1558

note — getting back to writing so sorry if this fic seems shitty, i’m trying to get my style back by reading the fics i wrote. also i’ll be mostly writing in lowercase now bcs i’m typing on my phone

waiting ; unrequited love — kazuha (bags by clairo)

“can you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

kazuha settles on a boundary between you two, standing close behind it, afraid to take a step and cross. and though he was a man who had no fears and wouldn’t let anything hold him back from attaining what he wants, he was scared of going past the boundary as if he would be treading the path of misery once he chooses to do so.

there is always the urge to touch you, the desire to feel your skin underneath his fingertips and unbeknownst to him, his hand would act on its own—he would reach out, his fingers stopping close to your skin before immediately taking his hand back once the realization of his actions had sunk inside his head: “what is it?” you have asked him upon noticing his actions and he could only shake his head before saying, “there’s something on your hair.”

he has this strong sense of denial whenever he does something for you or says something to you, reasoning the flowers that he gives from time to time as an act of friendship and appreciation or the poetry that he creates with you in mindbut he keeps hidden was just because you were too beautiful to not have your being expressed in words and written in poems—

—and every single day, in each morning that he wakes up, he strongly believes that his feelings for you had already dissipated into thin air as if it never existed in the place but only to see your stupid smile and mesmerizing eyes and having himself fall in love again. oh, the amount of times he convinces and tells himself that he’ll avoid you from then on only to have himself basking in your presence later on: “this is the last time,” he tells himself.

there are only two states he would end up in if he decides to go further the line, without you and with you, and he wasn’t stupid to not know that he’ll only have the former happen to him.

he would rather have you close to him and yearn for you despite being so near than the heartbreak and admiring you afar.

“it’s not like you’re in love with me or anything, right?”

toxic ; unhealthy relationships — alhaitham (cry by cigarettes after sex)

“saying you’d wait for me to stay, i know it hurts you.”

you don’t have a toxic relationship with alhaitham nor did you have a healthy one but instead it was miserable, simply one-sided. however, it wasn’t like that at first, he wasn’t like this at first when you two would decide to start over again and create a fresh new page of your love story only for it to end in the same way.

he was good, was great, was wonderful—was. you don’t even know how it got to this point. how did the gentle and sweet murmurs of love and compliments turn to endless shouting and fights at every chance you two get? alhaitham, despite already having raised his voice at you on several occasions, had never raised his hand at you but nevertheless, it doesn’t make anything less hurtful.

“let’s just stop this, i’m tired,” it was clear, it was obvious that the only solution for this wretchedness was to simply just stop and end everything, to cut yourself off him but it doesn’t seem to happen. alhaitham, who possesses such great knowledge and intelligence to know the answer to nearly every problem, never seems to understand that. moments of begging, of asking for forgiveness, for a chance that you always give him, that you always provide him outright, seemingly served and topped with the syrup of your tears and blood.

he only loves you when he’s about to lose you, you know that. you weren’t blind but perhaps you were dumb with that but he loves you then, right? if he really does love you at those moments, then perhaps he did love you right from the start and he just never realized it—it was an endless cycle of gaslighting and making a fool of yourself, finding the reason and making logic out of his actions and words.

it was hard to lose him, you were too used to his presence always guiding you, helping you, and encouraging you that the moment you lost him, you just never seemed to know anything—like a child that was just taken out of the womb, you knew nothing, even yourself. it was a clear fact that you were nothing without him and without you, he was nothing.

“what happened to us, alhaitham?”

convenience ; arranged marriage w/ one-sided feelings — ayato (you’re losing me by taylor swift)

“i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser.”

it was a marriage of convenience—oh, how you hated the word itself. it feels like a painful slap on your face whenever you hear it being used along with the word marriage, one that would leave a burning mark on your skin.

ayato tried to be a good husband, he tried, really. even when he would come home late, he would always have something to give you. despite not having that many conversations and seldomly seeing each other outside the dining room and bedroom, he would still treat you rather kindly and gently, even when you spend most of your nights alone in a bed that was too large for one, you never felt lonely (perhaps you do, you just don’t want to face it because then you’ll realize that your good husband wasn’t good at all); “i apologize, my dear. here, i bought you something on the way back.”

perhaps all of those acts of kindness and sweetness are his way of saying sorry but what’s there to say sorry for even? was it because he failed to arrive for dinner every time or was it just the whole marriage experience overall?

everything was built on convenience, the only time you two would talk to each other is when it’s needed and the conversation you two will have would end rather shortly and the only time he would touch you in a way that makes you feel loved and cherish—making love—is when it’s convenient for him; you were just never a priority, not anything of importance in his life.

what hurts even more is that ayato isn’t even doing any of this because of a boundary that you two had made but rather there was really nothing in between you two, nothing, not even a speck of dust could be found in the distance you two had.

ayato wasn’t even in a state of turmoil, he wasn’t in a position wherein he had to choose something, to sacrifice, to risk something, it’s just that you were there—you were convenient and not because he chose to choose you over anything else. you were easy to woo, easy to hold, easy to fool.

did he really lose you when he never even wanted you to be his in the first place?

“isn’t this convenient for the both of us?”

pleasure ; one-night stand turned to friends w/ benefits— childe/tartaglia (k. by cigarettes after sex)

“we had made love earlier that day with no strings attached, but i could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then.”

it was simply a relationship that was born out of pleasure; created with the foundation of desire, lust, and need. formed in a single night to escape the reality of the misery of your own lives and consistently being nurtured like a seed that was dropped into the soil and naturally taken care of by the rain and sun—it all seemed natural, him inviting you out for dinner, enjoying your time with his stupid jokes and flirty remarks that is luring you to another night of passion just to wake up with a note and a cold bed the next morning.

and there are times you wish to disappear from his life, to stop whatever you two have, and simply just release yourself from his grasp and though he also wishes for the same, childe always holds onto you so tightly as if he never wants you to leave, as if he always want you to stay even if he knows that he’s hurting you, even if you’re just hurting each other; somewhere deep inside his bones, in the crevices of his mind, he doesn’t wish to see you with someone else other than him despite the fact that he wants you to be happy; “stay with me,” he had told you as he kissed and held you.

but childe was a romantic, he always shower you praised in and out of the bed, he was sweet to you; a gentleman with his words and actions. he was lovely, so breathtaking, so poisonous and it wasn’t hard to love him. and he was well-aware of how your gaze seems to linger at him, how there’s something swirling and drowning in the depths of your eyes, and he was well-aware of what it was. and yet, he chooses to ignore it—was it for the good of himself? for you? either way, he can’t have himself falling.

had you known that night with him would end up in this way, you wouldn’t have taken his rough yet gentle hand on that night.

“what’s there for me to stay for?”

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

hi rin! i recently came across your blog from an angst scenario and i was wondering if you would be able to do a jjk version of “characters throwing their wedding ring” i live for angst haha and i’m really glad i found your blog! also i’m 20!!

JJK CHARACTERS WHEN THEY THROW THEIR WEDDING RING

feat. nanami; toji; gojo; shoko; getou

a/n: angst rules ngl. thank you for your suggestion, i hope u enjoy this (because i for sure enjoyed writing this)

haikyuu version

arguments usually weren’t heated with NANAMI. the two of you believed in open and honest communication so it was rare that either one of you would start yelling. so to say the least, hearing his voice boom in the living room and seeing him so enraged was shocking. you couldn’t focus on him anymore as he continued his rant, face slightly red from his booming voice. but you couldn’t even lift your head to look at him, eyes fixed on the ring laying on the floor — the ring that was supposed to be on his ring finger as a symbol of your eternal love. that was until one second the yelling stopped. as you looked up you saw your husband frozen, gaze downcast in guilt.

loving TOJI could be hard sometimes. he was argumentative, hot-headed and selfish. he didn’t seem to care what buttons he pushed and just how much hurt he would cause. you were terrified to see just how easy he managed to slip the ring off and throw it carelessly to the side right before slamming the door behind him. what you couldn’t see however was him dropping down right after, his back against the wood, with his head between his knees. his breathing shuddered as he clenched his fists, digging his nails into the skin. there was one thing he was sure of — he loved you. could you love him, regardless of how fallible he was?

GOJO was truly special — in one way or another. yet he always made sure to treat you as his equal, because that’s what you were to him. he loved you more than anything and anyone and he never had any problems admitting that. and you never doubted him because he never gave you a reason to. but now you did. “please,” his voice was muffled behind the door, “please let me in” the second you left the room he was right behind you, his pleads for you cut off by the door slamming into his face. “i love you,” he insisted, his hands outstretched. he wanted nothing more than to step into the room and fall on his knees right in front of you, beg for your forgiveness. and he could — but he couldn’t. he shouldn’t. because this wasn’t about what he needed or wanted but about how he hurt you and what you needed from him.

one of SHOKO’s strengths was being level-headed, no matter how serious or loaded the situation might be. she was always aware of what she was doing and of how it might affect others — which is why this hurt even more. she couldn’t explain to herself why she thought for even just a second that throwing her wedding ring, the one the two of you chose together, at you was the right thing to do. she clenched her jaw, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. she should turn around, go back to you, apologize, beg for your forgiveness. and yet here she was, running away from the one thing she loved and hurt the most — you.

GETOU was aware of his faults. he was a passionate and smug man, going so far as to call himself condescending. and while he was confident that he was able to control his emotions and be a good person and especially a good partner, he soon realized that this wasn’t always the case. his face was pale, a shocked expression etched into it. he looked stunned, shaking his head in disbelief with his eyes staring on his hand. this had to be a dream, there was no way he would do such a thing. he told himself he was going to be good to you, always keep you safe and happy. this couldn’t be true, it had to be a dream, a nightmare. but if it was a dream, why wouldn’t he wake up, safe and secure with your loving arm around him?

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The Road to You (M)

Chapters

01: Call to Adventure (13k words) | read on ao3 02: Supernatural Aid (15k words) | read on ao3 03: Meeting the Mentor (13k words) | read on ao3 04: Crossing the Threshold (15k words) | read on ao3 05: Tests, Allies, Enemies (11k words) | read on ao3 06: Caves (12k words) | read on ao3 07: Ordeals, Rewards, Resurrection (17k words) | read on ao3 08: Elixir (12k words) | read on ao3

Total Word Count: ~110k words

Summary

Armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. Despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. You’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. Your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. This is usually when you thrive. So why do you feel so lost? And who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?

Excerpt

“What about this one?” she asks, holding up an old polaroid. “He doesn’t look like any of the others.”

You frown and look at the picture. It’s of an elementary school-aged you exchanging happy smiles with a boy in a Bert and Ernie shirt. Even at his age, he has soulful, knowing, dark eyes, though they’re hidden behind a mop of curly, black hair. His fingers are in your hair, and you laugh when you remember that it’s because one of your barrettes had fallen out of your hair, and he was putting it back into place.

Your heart expands, threatening to burst out of your chest when you realize who it is.

“Taehyung,” you say quietly, smiling.

You run your thumb over the picture, and Yun’s eyes grow wide.

“Who’s Taehyung?” she asks. “I’ve never heard you say his name!”

“Jimin was my first boyfriend,” you say, handing the polaroid back to Jun and grinning at her, “but Taehyung was my first love.”

Pairings: OT7 x Reader, Tae-centric

Genres: Consider this the AUs of all other AUs / We got Childhood Best Friend!Taehyung / We got High School Boyfriend!Jimin / We got Professor!Yoongi / College Boyfriend!Jungkook / Art Enthusiast and City Heartthrob!Namjoon / Barista!Hobi / Actor!Jin / F2L / E2L / get ready for a lifetime of love with OT7, folks

Rating: 18+ / Explicit / Mature

Content Warnings: Soft and hard smut, fluff, of COURSE angst, past trauma, jealousy, cheating, chronic illness (someone’s loved one is sick), various references and scenes with alcohol and drugs, dealing with incompatibility and dealbreakers and relationships that just won’t work out / omg the angst / but one will / oh, one will indeed

Taglist 💜: permanent @purpleheartsfortae @btseditsworld | the road to you  @aliceollormusic  @tangledsparkles @daydreamqueenjaycee​ (taglist closed!)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for reading this fic. I am so touched by the comments, thoughts, and emotions that you’ve shared. Many of them have had an incredibly strong impact on me, and I’m so grateful. I so hope you enjoyed this journey, and hope you’ll keep reading along with me! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜