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Diary Of a Part Time Puppy (JJK)
(Magical Realism, Omegaverse, Hurt/comfort, Eventual Polyamory)
Summary: Both you and Jungkook are outsiders in your respective species. You- a witch without a coven, and Jungkook- a wolf without a pack. But together you make something of a family.
Pairing: alpha Jk x reader, Eventual Ot7 x reader, eventual polyamory,
Tags: Alpha! Jk, Witch! reader, Touch-starved Jk, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, childhood neglect, implied child abuse, parent loss, orphan! Jk, loneliness, depression, Isolation, Astraphobia, Jungkook needs a hug, magical realism, mention of parallel universes, elements of suspense
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A/n: This is for everyone who’s never been loved in the way that they needed to be loved, never gotten affection as easily as they needed it <3 I firmly believe everyone has a love story waiting for them out there <3 and until you find it you can find a little bit of it here. there will be four parts to this series!
Jeon Jungkook has never been comfortable in his wolf form.
When he was younger, shifting was a one-way ticket to earning a scolding or worse- an open fist or rough pinch to his snout. Being human was by comparison a little bit less likely to incur pain. Sure it took a lot of energy to make sure his feet stayed feet and didn’t become paws and a lot of concentration to make sure his eyes stayed human, and that his ears were just rounded instead of pointed and tall.
But it was worth it. It’s always worth trying to appear human.
Jungkook learned early on, the utility of appearing normal, in being small and quiet and obedient in order to earn a pittance of love.
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the comforts of creatures (1)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 2.1k
→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?
→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook
→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!
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part 1: the rescue
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"Shut up." yoongi sneered.
"Just shut up." his face was inches away from at this point.
"You don't know what it is like to have each and every breath you take recorded and discussed by unwanted eyes. Having people just waiting for you to make the wrong move, so they can bring everything you spent your whole life building, crumbling down.
You don't know what fear is." he was furious at this point, taking heavy breaths trying to regain his composure.
You tried to stop the breathy chuckle from leaving your mouth. You really did.
You raised you eyebrow. A challenging look in your eyes, getting impossibly closer.
"Yeah? Ever been chased by a fucking missile?"
Looking at the dumb founded look on his face, it was clear who won the argument. 'That should be enough to shut him up for a few days.' You thought as you turned and finally left the damn room.
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chpt. 1: in which yoongi seeks his fortune
based on howl’s moving castle, the film by studio ghibli and the novel by diana wynne jones
→ 🌟 pairing: ot7 x fem.mc
→ 🌿 genre: howl’s moving castle AU, slowburn (?), fluff, bit o’ angst, eventual smut
→ 🔥 word count: 5.3k
→ 🗝️ summary: yoongi did not ask to be hexed. he did not ask for you, a reclusive sorceress, to wander into his shop and take an interest in his work. he did not ask for a vengeful, jealous wizard to cast a spell on him, turning him into an old man, and he most definitely did not ask to stumble upon your magical moving castle and be coaxed into making a deal with a mischievous fire demon to save your soul. and above all, he most certainly, most definitely, did not ask to become attached to you along the way.
→ 🔮 content warnings: sorceress!mc, apprentice!jungkook, fire demon!hoseok, cursed!yoongi, wizard of the waste!jimin, profanity
→ 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! you don’t have to be familiar with howl’s moving castle to understand the story (but it’s an incredible film and novel so you should look into it anyways lol). some lines are direct/indirect quotes from the movie and novel, all credit goes to the original creators. please reblog and comment your thoughts 👉👈 keep the tumblr fanfic community alive and engage with writers pretty please!
The castle is restless today. Rolling hills and swaying grasses rush by through the bathroom window’s smudged panes, all blanketed by a thick layer of fog. You can even see a faint cluster of gable-roofed houses in the distance.
“Hoseok!” you call out, bounding down the stairs.
The face in the fireplace looks up at you with an expression of feigned shock.
“Yes?” he replies, playfully innocent, but the mischief in his voice sparks just like his flaming orange hair.
“Why are we so close to town? I told you to move the castle North.”
Hoseok just smiles that near-blinding smile, his teeth white hot flames in his mouth.
“Don’t you know? You have to go to Folding Valley today.”
“Like hell I do,” you grumble, boots clicking as you step onto the main room’s uneven floorboards.
Jungkook is seated dutifully at the workbench concocting some sort of steaming green tincture. He keeps looking between you and Hoseok from under his wavy mass of hair.
“A customer’s expecting a delivery,” he blurts out, nodding towards the small, brown-paper-packaged box on the table.
“Oh?” You pick it up and give it a shake.
“It...It’s just a simple charm,” Jungkook says. “Must be delivered today. Left at the door, they said. It’s important that they get it today or—”
“Alright, alright, I’ll go,” you interject before he rambles on until the morning dew has dissolved.
It’s always chilly out on the moors, with the frequent bouts of rain and the curtains of misty clouds. The dreadful, ghostly weather is confined to the Wastes, though, so the quaint little town in Folding Valley should be bright and sunny. Your blue velvet coat will be sufficient for the short journey.
“Be careful! I hear the Wizard of the Waste is on the prowl again,” Jungkook advises.
“And that means no reckless spellcasting and no stopping to gawk at strangers! You know he’s itching to get his hands on you.” Hoseok chides, tossing a few sparks for good measure.
“Yes, yes, absolutely no fun for me at all, what a surprise. Honestly, the apprentice always nagging their master, huh! And don’t even get me started on–”
It appears that you’re talking more to yourself than to them, because the next moment you’re whipping the door open with a gust of sharp, blustery wind. Your grumbles are cut off by the sound of it slamming behind you.
Jungkook breathes out a sigh of relief the same time Hoseok says,
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“It’s hardly my fault! All you said was that we needed to convince her to go into town today. Never mind how you won’t even tell me why.” Jungkook eyes the bright face in the flames.
“I’m sure you both will thank me later,” is all he says in reply.
Jungkook huffs, far too used to the fire demon’s crypticism.
“Whatever. I only agreed because you said you’d help cook,” he says, leaving the cluttered table and heading to the disaster that is the kitchen. After weaving through several towers of dirty dishes, Jungkook grabs a cast iron skillet from its peg on the wall.
“Alright, bend your head down. I haven’t had a hot breakfast in ages.”
Yoongi watches as a column of chipped brick, one of the castle’s many chimneys, peeks out from the low-hanging clouds.
The castle is oddly close to town, he observes, fixing the final petals on a silk rose.
The workroom is stuffy and dark, even in the height of the afternoon. The air is thick with dust, the shelves crowded with folds of fabric and stacks of textiles. He finishes sewing together some wax berries and felt leaves, leaning back in his chair as the chimney top disappears back into the mist.
There would no doubt be whispers about her, the Sorceress Howl. The witch had quite the reputation for someone who, strictly speaking, had never been seen before. Her castle would appear and disappear all throughout Ingary, sometimes being spotted by the Northern border and then among the Eastern coastal towns all in the same afternoon.
Reported sightings of the shadowy mass of stone and metal were always followed by warnings from protective guardians. Don’t stay out too late, Howl just might snatch you up. Always travel in pairs, you know Howl likes to eat the hearts of pretty things like you. These good-natured lectures were doled out to young men and women alike, for no one was safe from such a greedy witch.
The same could be said for the Wizard of the Wastes, a disgraced sorcerer that was banished to the Wastes years ago. His castle, fortunately, was stationary. Known to be a stunningly beautiful man, it was said that no one was safe from his midnight prowls.
Honestly, Yoongi couldn’t help but think. Two powerful, carnivorous magicians with an appetite for youth and beauty. They ought to get together.
The service bell rings quite desperately above Yoongi’s head. His master is calling him down to the showroom. And not a moment too soon. The workroom becomes stifling after a while, just another reminder of Yoongi’s ordinary, monotonous life.
Abandoning his needle and thimble, Yoongi hops down from the bench and hurries down the cramped stairway.
There, carefully inspecting the sleeve of the jacket in the window display, is probably one of the most extravagantly dressed people he’s ever seen.
You’re wearing tailored black slacks and a loose silk blouse under a rich, blue velvet coat. The vivid indigo and shimmering gold floral pattern seems to dance in the window light. A pair of heeled black boots adds to your height, golden jewelry glinting all about your neck, your ears, your hands.
Dark yet glittering makeup is smudged around your eyes, which themselves are oddly vacant, like marbles. Your mouth, twisted in a state of confusion, is painted the color of blackberry jam.
“Ah, here he is,” Yoongi’s master says, gesturing towards him.
It diverts your attention away from the piece of clothing, those curious eyes meeting his.
Slightly earlier...
All these people make you itch. The streets are choked with them, all lively and dressed in bright May Day colors and frills.
Holidays are never good days to venture into town. The increased crowds meant it was that much more likely that someone would recognize you. Or worse, an unexpected attack from him.
If you had your way, you’d never set foot in any town ever again. But of course, you never got your way all the time. Hoseok made sure of that.
It was odd that Jungkook had insisted on this delivery in the first place. He normally takes care of such business matters himself, always eager to be of help.
On the way, you glance into several store-front windows. It’s a modest town, so nothing new catches your eye. Except maybe one thing.
It’s from a humble seamster’s shop. There’s an emerald green jacket with tortoiseshell buttons in the front display. It’s the embroidery that catches your eye, though. Simple and functional, but...not entirely commonplace.
You’ve been practicing wizardry for many years. You know sorcery when you see it.
Entering the shop a moment later, you demand to see the one who designed the piece.
The shop owner fumbles and promptly informs you that his apprentice is the one responsible. He tugs on the bell rope and, a moment later, a man hurries down the steps.
He has a thin, slight frame, with black hair and dark eyes, now wide and alert. Delicate features, pink mouth, quite beautiful. He looks nervous, wringing his hands as he surveys you up and down, but his shoulders remain lifted and firm.
His gaze makes you prickle a bit. Your confidence always wavers when an attractive person looks at you.
“This is my apprentice, Yoongi,” the shop owner says, ushering him forward.
You muster up a pleasant smile and try not to stare too hard.
“Good morning,” you greet him, and he meekly returns your smile.
“I’d like to commission a piece from you.”
He looks to his master, then back at you. Truth be told, he’s never been commissioned by a client. He’s never even been noticed in the shop until now.
The shopkeeper nods his head toward you, and Yoongi clears his throat and meets your eyes.
“What did you have in mind, madam?” he asks.
As if you were waiting for such a question, a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.
“First, a steel-boned, bustier corset, mesh fabric, finely sequined,” you begin, walking in circles with your hands clasped behind your back.
Yoongi scrambles to grab a pad and pen.
You list the requirements for the gown Yoongi is to make. Thin waist, sheath silhouette, dark blue silk, pearlescent accents, plunging neckline. This, in addition to the corset, stockings, and gloves he will be completing as well.
He crudely sketches a design while you pace around the store.
It’s quite an order, Yoongi thinks to himself. The corset alone will cost a fortune to—
“Here’s the initial deposit,” you say, dropping a bag of coins into his hand with a satisfying clink.
Yoongi can barely open his mouth again before you’re making your way towards the door.
“I’ll be back in a few days to check your progress. Farewell!”
And with that, you disappear back into the crowd. When he peeks into the hefty coin purse, he finds that it’s all gold.
Yoongi and his master look at each other once, twice. Never in his six years of apprenticing here has he experienced anything quite like this.
Yoongi can’t focus for the rest of the day. His normally deft and nimble fingers wield the needle sloppily, his progress slowing to a crawl.
He’s always considered himself an unremarkable person, from looks to personality to talent. A plain man with a plain life. Everyday he sits up in this workroom, sewing, pleating, trimming until the sun goes down and doing it all again the next day. He always thought that no one would ever purchase his pieces if not for his master’s sales abilities.
To be noticed, even admired, by such an eccentric character...he’s not sure how he feels about that.
Yoongi hears the bell above the front door ring from downstairs.
He looks up in confusion. The shop closed hours ago.
Yoongi had decided to stay late to make up for his low productivity, working by candlelight after every drop of daylight had leaked from the sky.
He hadn’t seen anyone on the streets through the small window just above his worktable. Could he have misheard? Just as he was about to dismiss the thought, the service bell rang.
Heart thudding, Yoongi dropped his needle and nearly fell off his stool trying to reach the staircase.
There was, indeed, someone in the shop, even though Yoongi swore that he locked the front door after his master left.
It’s a black-haired man wearing a luxurious purple satin suit. His features are soft, plush lips and full cheeks, yet sharp like the slope of his nose and the tight lines of his jaw. Dangling from his ears are gleaming silver earrings, silver rings adorning his fingers.
Yoongi’s eyes linger on the man’s stunning face. Smooth skin, smoke-shadowed eyes, mouth glossy.
Behind him are two other men, tall and thin. When Yoongi looks at their faces, he can’t seem to discern what they look like. His gaze slides around their features like water, unable to stay in one place for too long.
“At last,” the finely-dressed man says, scanning Yoongi up and down.
There’s the same vacant look in his eyes, just like the woman from earlier. And not just that, there’s something sharp and judgemental in his stare. Whatever he sees in Yoongi, he clearly doesn’t like it.
“You, hm?” he says disapprovingly.
Yoongi can’t find a reply, confusion clear on his face.
The man strides over to him until their noses are almost touching. His dark, sultry eyes dart over Yoongi’s features, up and down his body.
Yoongi suppresses a shiver. There’s nothing pleasant about having such an ethereal-looking man judge him so closely.
The man’s gaze returns to his face and softens slightly, then sours as if he’s found something very frustrating. If Yoongi weren’t so close to him, he probably wouldn’t have noticed it at all.
“Hmm. I don’t really see it,” the man says, turning to inspect the rest of the establishment. Something in his voice tells Yoongi that he doesn’t really mean it.
“Unfortunately, the shop is closed, sir,” Yoongi says in his best so-sorry-my-apologies-yes-it’s-all-my-fault-you’re-absolutely-right voice.
“Is it?” the man replies. “I figured business must always be this slow. Considering the tastelessness of this place.”
Yoongi’s brows raise, then drop with a barely suppressed eye roll. Ooh, my favorite. A difficult customer.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to leave now, sir. The door is just behind you.”
The man ignores him. He surveys several suits and gowns, huffing at each one.
“Tacky.”
Yoongi breathes through his nose.
“Let me get this straight, sir,” he begins calmly. “You, sir, spent your time and energy, sir, to come inside the shop, which is in fact closed, sir, just to insult it, sir?”
The man quirks one sculpted brow.
“Standing up to the Wizard of the Waste, how brave,” he says in a patronizing tone.
“The Wizard of the—” Yoongi manages to get out before the cold fear crawls up his spine.
The two figures behind the mysterious man, their faces have changed. Their false human masks are gone, and behind them are two bulbous masses of white slime. Features twisted beyond recognition, oozing down their necks.
They move to block the door.
The man, the wizard, saunters over to the mannequin in the display. He pinches the sleeve between two fingers, scrutinizing something within the embroidery. The he scoffs and flicks the fabric out of his grasp.
“So you have a bit of talent, doesn’t mean it will come to anything. The only reason she took any interest in you is because she’s bored. That’s it,” he says tensely.
Yoongi is now thoroughly confused.
“Don’t be foolish enough to think that she won’t throw you away the first chance she gets,” the wizard continues, setting him with a glare.
Yoongi doesn’t know what to say to that, still utterly befuddled.
“And one more thing,” the wizard says. “Only my equals call me sir. My servants call me master.”
With that, he turns towards the front door.
Don’t do it.
His minions part to let him pass.
Don’t you fucking do it.
He reaches for the handle.
Don’t you open that mouth—
“Have a nice evening, sir.”
He stops in his tracks. A few seconds pass. Yoongi regrets his decision.
The wizard mumbles a string of incomprehensible words, then a Yoongi feels something pass through him, something that makes his stomach churn. His nerves tingle, his skin ripples, his heartbeat stutters.
When he opens his eyes, everything appears significantly fuzzier.
The wizard laughs mockingly.
“Just a little hex to remember me by, and to teach you not to meddle with things that belong to me. I doubt she’ll still be interested in you after this. And the best part of the spell, you won’t be able to tell anyone anything about it.”
There’s an ache in Yoongi’s bones that wasn’t there before, his legs feel weak and feeble.
“Send my regards to Howl,” the wizard says as he slips through the door.
Yoongi barely registers it, he’s too caught up in what the hell has come over him.
It’s like every ounce of energy has been sucked from his limbs, even his fingernails seem to ache. When he looks down at his hands, he sees skin like withered parchment, knuckles and veins protruding.
Yoongi hobbles over to the fitting room mirror.
He’s an old man. With hair turned pure white, wrinkled leathery skin stretched over knobbly bones, shoulders and back hunched with age. He moves his head back and forth, his reflection moves with him.
“Shit that’s really me.” His voice comes out dry and croaky. Despite the situation, he feels calm and unbothered. He surveys the face in the mirror with kind optimism.
“Don’t fret, you old thing,” he says. “You’re still in good shape. A full head of hair, a full set of teeth. Besides, this suits you much better.”
Yoongi supposes that now his personality matches his appearance. Despite being monumentally pompous and rude, not to mention his ability to make no sense whatsoever, the Wizard of the Waste didn’t make his fate too bad.
After all, he could still walk with little difficulty. He didn’t look completely like a corpse. In fact, he looked like quite a charming old man. And his mind seemed unaffected by memory loss or confusion.
It was nice to feel unbothered and serene. But still, his lifespan has been significantly reduced. And he couldn't just simply explain to everyone he knows that an evil wizard has cast a spell on him.
No, he’ll have to go out and seek his own fortune.
After a good night’s sleep, Yoongi is ready to set out on his journey. The Wastes is his best bet. There, he’ll either find a magician that can help him, or even cross paths with the Wizard of the Waste and demand that he reverse the spell himself.
He dresses himself in practical clothes. Button-up shirt, slacks, wool coat, scarf, a brown leather cap, and his sturdiest pair of boots. Waddling into his modest kitchen, he packs himself a loaf of hearty bread, a hunk of cheese, some dried sausages, a few ripe nectarines, and a flask of water all wrapped in a cloth to form a hand-held bag.
In his satchel he has extra clothes, an oil lamp, his sketchbook containing all his designs, and all the money he’s got, including the purse full of gold coins that you gave him.
He figures that will be enough to get him where he needs to go.
With one last farewell-for-now, Yoongi leaves his home and starts down the cobble-stoned street. As he’s leaving, he hears the chatter from those passing by.
Did you hear? The Prince has gone missing. They say he disappeared from Kingsbury three days ago. I hear they’re blaming the neighboring countries. I bet we’ll go to war for this. Let’s hope he turns up soon.
Yoongi crosses the bridge over the train platform, and ventures through the small village all the way to the dotted farms on the outskirts of town.
Striking up a conversation with a merchant driving a horse-drawn cart of stacked hay bales, he manages to secure himself transport. Yoongi hoists himself onto the back of the cart and watches the landscape as they ride on, enjoying the sights and smells of spring.
He gets dropped off right where civilization meets the Wastes. He passes by a lone farmhouse on his way to the worn path.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright? There’s nothing but witches and wizards out there,” the owner of the house calls out.
“Thank you, let’s hope so!” Yoongi shouts back, beginning to hobble up the hill.
The ground changes from paved roads to swaying grasses and wildflowers. Just as he crosses the border, a thought pops into his old head.
Everyone knows what they say about venturing into the Wastes. If you aren’t some kind of witch, wizard, ghost, goblin, sprite, or demon, you will be soon.
At least it can’t get any worse, Yoongi thinks.
The town slowly gets smaller and smaller the further he travels. Not that he’s traveling fast by any means. He’s only just made it halfway over the hill before he needs to stop for lunch.
Perched on smooth rock, Yoongi nibbles his bread and cheese as he admires the mountains and tree tops and small gabled roofs of his faraway village.
“Who knows how long it will take to get there with these legs,” he mumbles to himself.
Just as he’s finishing his lunch, Yoongi spots a long branch sticking out of a nearby bush. Not too splintery, with smoothed down wood perfect for handling.
“That would make a nice cane,” he says to no one in particular, rising to a stand with a few cracks and groans. He grasps the wooden rod with both hands and pulls.
Very little happens. In fact, it barely budges. Tightening his grip, he tugs again. Again, nothing.
“You’re a stubborn one,” he says. “Luckily, I’m willing to bet that I’m more stubborn than you.”
With one final unyielding, hard-headed yank, the branch jostles loose. As if moving on it’s own, it stands upright without any added pressure, shedding leaves and weeds.
It’s not a cane, but a scarecrow. Two wooden poles secured in a cross, clothed with a shirt, jacket, and bow tie. Two white gloves hang at the end of the scarecrow’s “hands.” It’s head is made of a peeled turnip, a simple yet friendly face carved into the vegetable’s skin. Atop its head is a top hat, with a pipe hanging out of it’s smiling mouth.
Yoongi lets out a sign of relief.
“Just a scarecrow. I was afraid you were some kind of magical being.”
The scarecrow just sways in the wind. Come to think of it, it isn’t staked into the ground. It’s standing upright without any assistance.
Now Yoongi’s beginning to rethink that last statement.
“Well, at least you’re not stuck in a shrub anymore. Farewell,” he says, gathering up his things and continuing down the path.
The hill grew steeper and more treacherous. The wind picked up and whistled against his thin, fluttering clothing. Apparently a coat and scarf wasn’t enough to keep the cold at bay, and after a few moments he found himself shivering.
Yoongi clutches his coat tighter around his shoulders and presses on through the thickening weeds and grass.
He hears a light tapping noise, like a plow being pushed into the ground over and over. Turning over his shoulder, he sees the scarecrow from earlier hopping up the hill.
Yoongi blinks, once, then twice. The sight before him doesn’t change. A scarecrow moving on it’s own directly towards him.
“Quit following me!” he shouts towards it. “I’m sure you have some kind of spell on you and don‘t need to see any more witches and wizards. Maybe you can go find a farm and protect their crops!”
Yoongi turns and hurries up the slope, hoping that the scarecrow would get the message and stop pursuing him.
Three-quarters of the way up, he stops to grab his knees to catch his breath. Unfortunately, this allows the scarecrow to catch up. It rounds the corner and stops right in front of him, dropping something by his feet.
It’s an actual cane, made from polished black wood with a silver handle shaped like a crow’s head. Yoongi clasps it with delight.
“Thank you, this is perfect!”
The scarecrow just stands there, staring down at him, and clearly not intent on leaving.
He’ll need to come up with something else. Come to think of it, it’s nearing nightfall. The clouds have turned black and the sky is a deep pink-purple. If he doesn’t find shelter soon, he'll be stuck out here in the cold all night.
“If you’d care to do one more thing for me,” he begins. “You might run off and find me someplace to stay?”
The scarecrow immediately turns and starts hopping back down the lane with determination. Yoongi waves with his newfound cane, hoping that something good will come out of the encounter.
“All this trouble in the valley of thieves and monsters and not one bit of magical gratitude! I’m beginning to think that all this talk of witches and wizards was a myth. I hope my third encounter will involve sanctuary for the night. In fact, I insist on it!”
He continues to trudge up the hill, staking his cane into the ground with every step. The wind seems to have grown colder and more brisk, blowing through every nook and cranny of his meager clothes.
He came up here to seek his fortune, but the only fortune he can think of now is a roof over his head, a warm fire, and a comfortable chair.
Almost instantly, he detects the scent of burning wood.
“Someone’s got a fire going. Maybe there’s a cottage nearby.”
This makes him pick up the pace. Just as he’s about to cross the peak of the hill, a great mass of metal and brick looms over him, accompanied by the sounds of creaking gears and hissing steam.
He’s never seen it this close before.
Domes, chimneys and turrets stretch towards the darkened sky. The sheets of curved metal and towers of brick are broken up by the presence of clumps of plastered walls and four-paned windows. It looks like several small houses have been attached to the outside, all topped with slanted red-tiled roofs.
And there, hopping alongside it, is the scarecrow.
“You turnip-head!” Yoongi exclaims. “That’s Howl’s castle! When I asked for a place to stay that is not what I meant!”
The huge, sputtering thing screeches to a stop, releasing a burst of smoke. The metal, claw-footed legs that make it move lower to the ground.
“For fuck’s sake, they call this a castle?” Yoongi thinks, then realizes that he said it out loud.
As if offended by his remark, the castle groans and rises to its full height, stretching it’s great legs to continue on.
As it passes, Yoongi spots a wooden door under a single, swaying lantern.
A way in! He figures it’s worth the risk of facing the fierce witch Howl if he has somewhere warm to spend the night. Besides, Howl only steals the hearts of young, beautiful people. I’d be safe even if I wasn’t hexed.
He starts to run after it. Well, he starts to move more quickly towards it. The scarecrow hops alongside him in silent encouragement.
“Slow down, you hear me!” Yoongi shouts. As if reluctantly, the castle obeys him.
He’s almost there, just a few more feet and he can rest his weary legs. Just as he’s about to grab the railing lining the few stone steps leading to the door, he seems to hit an invisible wall. It keeps his hand from reaching for the handle, or even from stepping onto the small platform.
“Listen here, you hunk of junk! I’m cold, I’m tired, I’m old, and you’re gonna let me in here so I can rest my feet, is that clear?!”
There was a pause, then the invisible barrier yielded. Yoongi scrambled up the steps and threw the door open.
Inside was a sizable room, dark but cozy.
The first thing Yoongi notices is the hearth. It’s almost as tall as him, the inside is crowded with pots and kettles hanging from black metal hooks, with various pokers, shovels and brushes used for tending the fire hanging from their pegs. A tall pile of chopped logs is stacked next to the fireplace’s gaping mouth. The flame itself is weak and rosy, resting on a bed of hot coals and an impressive pile of ash.
There’s no doubt in Yoongi’s mind that this is a witch’s lair. Bunches of dried herbs hang from the wooden rafters overhead. Small pots dangle from braided chains leaking fragrant smoke, filling the room with a rich, earthy scent. Somewhere he hears the sound of bubbling liquid. He even notices a yellowed human skull resting on a velvet, tasseled pillow.
No matter. If someone wanted to remove Yoongi from his newfound shelter before daybreak, they’d have to do it with very violent measures.
Then he spots it. There, by the hearth, is a cushioned armchair and embroidered pillow.
“Ah! My fortune!” Yoongi exclaims, scuttling over and sinking into it with a deep sigh. The soft glow from the fire warms his withered skin, the ache in his bones dulling.
After shedding his coat and settling in, he perks his tired eyes to have a look around.
All of the shelves lining the walls are stuffed to the point of bursting with leather-bound books, scrolls, wads of parchment. Every surface, every tabletop is crowded with open tomes, dirty teacups, pens and tools, bottles and jars. Spiderwebs cling to every corner, draped across the candle holders, and there is a thick layer of dust and grime on everything.
“Doesn’t look like a castle to me,” Yoongi mumbles to himself.
He doesn’t see any pickled hearts or trapped souls, though. They must be hidden somewhere else, considering how wicked Sorceress Howl is. He can’t find it in himself to be afraid, maybe it has something to do with being old. All he feels is a still tranquility.
His eyelids start to droop, his shoulders sag as his back melts into the chair cushion.
“Yikes. That is some hex you’ve got there.”
Yoongi’s eyes pop open.
“The fuck was that?” he blurts out before he can help it.
“Let me guess, the spell won’t allow you to talk about it, hm?”
Yoongi turns his head several times, trying to identify the source.
“Let’s see how long this takes,” remarks the voice.
Yoongi scans the room, but finds nothing. When his eyes return to the fireplace, he sees a face in the flames. Two blazing amber eyes, high and round cheeks, a wide, white-hot grin.
“Good evening,” the face says as Yoongi’s eyes widen.
“The fire spoke,” he mutters incredulously.
“I do much more than just speak, grandpa,” the voice says, along with the sound of crackling wood and popping sparks.
“What are you?” Yoongi asks.
“I’m an extremely powerful fire demon! In this form, you may call me Hoseok.” The face grins proudly.
“A fire demon? Then you should be able to break my spell!”
“Hmm,” the fire demon hums, looking him over. “It’s a strong spell. But there’s more than that. It’s as if there are two layers to it. I’d have to study it more.”
“And how long would that take?” Yoongi protests.
“It depends, but maybe a long while. Tell you what, if you can figure out how to break my contract with Howl, then I promise to break your spell.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow.
“You’re under a contract with the Sorceress Howl?”
“Yes, unfortunately,” the fire demon replies with obvious dismay. “It keeps me tethered to the hearths within this castle. Forces me to do most of the magic here too, moving the castle, protecting it from intruders, keeping it running. It’s exhausting, I tell you!
“Hm, sounds rough,” Yoongi mumbles, drifting towards sleep again.
“Yes, Howl is quite heartless, you know.”
Yoongi barely reacts, far too sleepy.
“Do you agree, then? To break my contract?” the fire demon presses.
Yoongi forces his eyes open to examine the face in the fire. There’s something in his expression that is undeniably shifty. Although, what did he expect from a demon?
“Are you sure you’re being entirely truthful?” Yoongi asks.
“Not completely. The curse prevents both me and Howl from revealing the main clause.”
Perhaps the fire demon could sense that Yoongi was feeling doubtful, because next he shouted, “Don’t be discouraged! You can break the spell if you watch and listen carefully. It isn’t doing either of us much good, anyway.”
At this point, Yoongi was so drowsy that he’d agree to anything.
“Alright, it’s a deal,” he slurred, letting his head dip down. The next moment, he was asleep, snoring softly.
Hoseok smiled to himself. A real, genuine smile.
Despite your protests, he promised himself that he’d save you. And this old man just might be the key to doing so.
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o’ heartless woman
chpt. 1: in which yoongi seeks his fortune
based on howl’s moving castle, the film by studio ghibli and the novel by diana wynne jones
→ 🌟 pairing: ot7 x fem.mc
→ 🌿 genre: howl’s moving castle AU, slowburn (?), fluff, bit o’ angst, eventual smut
→ 🔥 word count: 5.3k
→ 🗝️ summary: yoongi did not ask to be hexed. he did not ask for you, a reclusive sorceress, to wander into his shop and take an interest in his work. he did not ask for a vengeful, jealous wizard to to cast a spell on him, turning him into an old man, and he most definitely did not ask to stumble upon your magical moving castle and be coaxed into making a deal with a mischievous fire demon to save your soul. and above all, he most certainly, most definitely, did not ask to become attached to you along the way.
→ 🔮 content warnings: sorceress!mc, apprentice!jungkook, fire demon!hoseok, cursed!yoongi, wizard of the waste!jimin, profanity
→ 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! you don’t have to be familiar with howl’s moving castle to understand the story (but it’s an incredible film and novel so you should look into it anyways lol). some lines are direct/indirect quotes from the movie and novel, all credit goes to the original creators. please reblog and comment your thoughts 👉👈 keep the tumblr fanfic community alive and engage with writers pretty please!
The castle is restless today. Rolling hills and swaying grasses rush by through the bathroom window’s smudged panes, all blanketed by a thick layer of fog. You can even see a faint cluster of gable-roofed houses in the distance.
“Hoseok!” you call out, bounding down the stairs.
The face in the fireplace looks up at you with an expression of feigned shock.
“Yes?” he replies, playfully innocent, but the mischief in his voice sparks just like his flaming orange hair.
“Why are we so close to town? I told you to move the castle North.”
Hoseok just smiles that near-blinding smile, his teeth white hot flames in his mouth.
“Don’t you know? You have to go to Folding Valley today.”
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@camrecs thank you so much for the kind reply!! I adore the novel and movie so I hope I can do it justice for you! and of course I had to add bangtan into the mix 😂 I hope you like the way I adapt the characters from the story and add in my own characters for some of the members :) thank you so much for reblogging WITH TAGS I LOVE YOU
o’ heartless woman
chpt. 1: in which yoongi seeks his fortune
based on howl’s moving castle, the film by studio ghibli and the novel by diana wynne jones
→ 🌟 pairing: ot7 x fem.mc
→ 🌿 genre: howl’s moving castle AU, slowburn (?), fluff, bit o’ angst, eventual smut
→ 🔥 word count: 5.3k
→ 🗝️ summary: yoongi did not ask to be hexed. he did not ask for you, a reclusive sorceress, to wander into his shop and take an interest in his work. he did not ask for a vengeful, jealous wizard to cast a spell on him, turning him into an old man, and he most definitely did not ask to stumble upon your magical moving castle and be coaxed into making a deal with a mischievous fire demon to save your soul. and above all, he most certainly, most definitely, did not ask to become attached to you along the way.
→ 🔮 content warnings: sorceress!mc, apprentice!jungkook, fire demon!hoseok, cursed!yoongi, wizard of the waste!jimin, profanity
→ 🕸️ a/n: first chapter! you don’t have to be familiar with howl’s moving castle to understand the story (but it’s an incredible film and novel so you should look into it anyways lol). some lines are direct/indirect quotes from the movie and novel, all credit goes to the original creators. please reblog and comment your thoughts 👉👈 keep the tumblr fanfic community alive and engage with writers pretty please!
The castle is restless today. Rolling hills and swaying grasses rush by through the bathroom window’s smudged panes, all blanketed by a thick layer of fog. You can even see a faint cluster of gable-roofed houses in the distance.
“Hoseok!” you call out, bounding down the stairs.
The face in the fireplace looks up at you with an expression of feigned shock.
“Yes?” he replies, playfully innocent, but the mischief in his voice sparks just like his flaming orange hair.
“Why are we so close to town? I told you to move the castle North.”
Hoseok just smiles that near-blinding smile, his teeth white hot flames in his mouth.
“Don’t you know? You have to go to Folding Valley today.”
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the comforts of creatures (1)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 2.1k
→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?
→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook
→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!
series masterlist → next part
part 1: the rescue
Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.
After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.
The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.
The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.
This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.
Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.
The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.
It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.
What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.
The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.
The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.
Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.
It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.
You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.
Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.
Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.
Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?
No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.
The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.
You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.
Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.
You are nothing.
With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.
The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.
You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.
It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.
The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.
The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.
You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.
The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.
It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.
Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.
The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.
A beat of silence.
You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.
Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.
The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.
Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.
But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.
It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.
Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.
Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.
The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.
You...have no idea what’s going on.
You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.
The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.
You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.
A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.
Your eyes pop open.
You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.
A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.
A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.
You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.
“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.
It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.
The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.
And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.
The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?
A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.
They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating.
Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.
After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.
Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.
Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.
She’s here, and she’s hurt.
They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.
Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.
Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.
He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.
Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.
The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.
Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.
Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?
He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.
He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.
Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.
When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.
He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.
Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.
It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.
He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.
You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him?
When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.
Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.
He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.
Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.
The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.
Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.
Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.
He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.
“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”
You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.
“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.
What the fuck did they do to you?
He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.
He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.
Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.
He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.
He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.
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the comforts of creatures (1)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 2.1k
→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?
→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook
→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!
series masterlist → next part
part 1: the rescue
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the comforts of creatures (3)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut
→ word count: 4.7k
→ summary: after you wake up in a strange place with strange men, you begin to experience kindness for the first time in months, as the boys begin to realize that you aren’t the person that they used to know.
→ trigger/content warnings: effects of isolation, sensory overload, effects of memory loss, low self-worth, jin is a goddamn sweetheart, mentions of torture, mentions of starvation, angst lol, over-complicated plot cause it’s fanfiction lol, the boys trying their best
→ a/n: also lil disclaimer i am obviously not a doctor so kindly disregard any medical impracticalities that may arise thanks loves :)
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the comforts of creatures (5)
creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, hurt + comfort + recovery, angst with a happy ending, fluff, eventual smut
→ word count: 4.8k
→ summary: you learn what you are, and your reaction is far from what they expected. as they try to help you feel safe, the boys learn about your triggers, and they try their hardest to help in any way they can.
→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (self-loathing, mistrust, flashbacks/nightmares) effects of brainwashing, lil’ bit of lore, overt and internalized racism/species-ism (?), vomiting, anxiety, mentions of starvation/food poisoning, mentions of physical abuse, dissociation, mentions of torture, aversion to touch, mc pushes jimin but he’s okay, jimin is an angel, facial/body scars, body dysmorphia/repulsion
→ a/n: thank y’all for your patience :) here’s some more hurt before the comfort lol
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part 5: scars and soothers
“This is you.”
The man is pointing at a detailed image drawn in faded ink. The rest of the page is filled with scripted text and anatomical diagrams.
You can’t look at first, scared of what you’ll find.
When you finally do, you don’t know what to think. There’s the thought that he’s kidding, he’s lying. He can’t be serious.
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creature comforts:
↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being
→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader
→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, hurt + comfort + recovery, angst with a happy ending, fluff, eventual smut
→ word count: 4k
→ summary: you share a meal with your rescuers.
→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (nightmares/flashbacks, mistrust), mentions of torture + forced sensory/sleep deprivation
→ a/n: a little comfort before more hurt
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part 6: the first breakfast
The last thing you want to do is sleep. Bad things always happen when you fall asleep.
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