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okay absolutely obsessed with this part of emily wilson’s interview about her translation of the odyssey
Exchanging Heat (M) | KTH
Author: jin-fizz [masterlist]
Genre: fluff, smut, angst, college!au, S2L, mutual pining, slow burn
Pairing: Korean exchange/visiting student!Taehyung x (slight) tsundere!reader
Rating: M, NSFW
Summary: When your roommate drops out right before the end of the semester and leaves you high and dry for next month’s rent, you’re forced to turn to craigslist to find an absolute stranger to save you from financial ruin. The shy Korean exchange student you find to replace her seems nice enough despite the language barrier, but what will happen when the heat cuts off one fateful evening, and you’re forced to turn to each other for warmth?
Alternatively: “I want to sleep with you.” ‘You what?”
Warnings: swearing (of course), misunderstandings because i’m contractually obligated, angst (but it’s mostly angst related to those misunderstandings and you already know there’s gonna be a happy ending so suck it up), mean people, pining, self-blaming, dry humping, really cold weather, lots of swearing, more dry humping, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (this is fiction, people), creampie, cockwarming, aftecare, so much fluff
Word Count: 25.1k (*nervous laugh*)
(A/N): ok 3 things:
y’all, i’ve been sitting on this idea forever and frankly had a REALLY hard time getting this one out. nonetheless, i still had fun writing it and i finally got the hang of tumblr tags, so hopefully more people than ever will be able to see this and (ideally) enjoy it.
This fic features a Brooklyn Nine-Nine reference that is not insignificant to the plot. If you haven’t watched that show, what are you even doing? Go! Shoo! Watch it Right Now!
⚠️ The timestamps at the beginning of each section refer to the present: some sections may begin with a reference to the past, but the timestamp refers to when the story resumes in present tense.
Tuesday, November 26, 8:26 a.m.
“You’re what?!”
“I just told you, I’m dropping out,” your roommate enunciates each word slowly, inspecting her nails. “Keep up.”
“Kat, you bitch, I didn’t mean that part,” you fume from your seat on the couch, pinching the bridge of your nose (you resist the urge to address her with even more colorful language) before continuing. “I was referring to the part where you’re leaving tomorrow? In the middle of the semester? What about next month’s rent?!”
“Yeah… my parents really wanted me to move back asap, so they” –she makes air-quotes with her fingers– “‘don’t have to keep paying for something they’re not getting anymore.’ Sorry,” she shrugs.
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2020 Books. ⋙ A Deal with the Elf King by Elise Kova
I take a step away, and then another. My mother’s fingers curl around mine, grasping like the vines that grew in the square. We separate and a chord of emotion snaps in me. It will never resonate with sound again. The sight of my mother’s face, the sound of her sobs, have muted whatever that happy feeling was for good. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. Sorry for more than I can possibly comprehend in this moment. Putting my back to them and the world I knew, I slowly trudge up to the man who is king, husband, and stranger to me.
Snippet from "It runs in the blood"
We get to hear a little from Arcturus, just because I can't have enough Blacks whispering their opinions in my ear.
***
She’s scowling at Cygnus, eyes barely visible under her dropping eyelids.
“Master shouldn’t yell at Tesuth!” she hisses, snatching Cygnus’ cup away. “Tesuth is old, and she has a headache. If Master doesn’t like the tea-”
“It’s not tea, you cretin! You made me coffee, and you know how I despise-
“Then Master shall drink nothing!”
“Cygnus!” Arcturus warns him, when Cygnus looks ready to blast Tesuth into different pieces. He always was a violent man, this one. Quick to anger.
Cygnus settles, Tesuth leaves, mumbling. Arcturus takes a sip out of his cup. It is, at least, good coffee.
“Forget the elf. Are you certain about Sirius?”
Cygnus stares after Tesuth, murder in his eyes. “I obviously didn’t see for myself, he's not stupid enough to wear it in my presence. But Yaxley told me he wears the ring at all times. When I asked Lucius, he pretended not to hear, and that in itself means it’s true.”
Arcturus turns his head, slightly, to watch the dead garden. Oh, how Orion must suffer.
“Yaxley says Sirius is far too familiar with Voldemort, that they smile at each other, that he gets preferential treatment above all others, even Bellatrix.”
Sirius always was lovable. Since he was born, he was everyone’s favourite. Even Arcturus’ father, a harsh, stern man that never once hugged his children, never had a kind word for them, would often lift Sirius up, tickle him, place him on his lap, whispering all sort of inappropriate things in his ear.
Tom Riddle is a creature, an aberration far from human, yet even it is not immune to Sirius’ charm, apparently.
“And this never happened before?”
“No. Voldemort never paid anyone so much attention.”
“Bella-”
“It’s different,” Cygnus insists. “It’s different with Bella. He is fond of her, but this? He gave Sirius his family ring! When he talks of Sirius, he looks- I have never heard that man speak this way of anyone. Not even at school. Oh, and he very much enjoys speaking of Sirius, asks questions about him, useless things that can be of no use in war.”
“Is it aware of the significance of giving away his signet ring?” Perhaps the animal doesn’t know, what with its terrible upbringing.
“Yaxley alluded that they have an…intimate relationship,” Cygnus sneers. “And, I must say, if Sirius is wearing the Gaunt ring, then- yet I didn’t suspect Sirius finds men appealing. Quite the opposite. As bad as-” he trails off, before he can say ‘Orion' and risk Arcturus’ displeasure. “It’s not something I would accuse Voldemort of, usually, but I am starting to wonder if he…gave Sirius something.”
“Unlikely.”
Riddle has never resorted to bedding anyone to reach its goals. And it was handsome, back in the day, filth disguised by aristocratic features. Yet it never had a lover, not one Cygnus or Yaxley or Arcturus could find, at least.
“But Sirius is- he never shied away from his affairs, he has no shame; if he liked men, surely we’d have heard about it. Especially when he was with those tolerant morons.”
Sirius was, indeed, interested in girls, since he was alarmingly young.
But not many knew about that boy, that Rosier. Arcturus would not have found out either, if not for Walburga, who came to complain to him.
“Orion doesn’t seem to care, but you should. I don’t want Sirius turning into Alphard. Talk to him, or do something about it.”
Walburga was always so dramatic. It was obvious to anyone else that they would have no trouble marrying Sirius off, that he most likely would give House Black many children, what with his appetites. If he kept some male company outside of it, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. But she made such a scene, Orion confessed, when Arcturus asked about it- and no one could throw a fit quite like Walburga. No doubt, she traumatised Sirius, like she traumatised him in so many different ways, to the point where Sirius was never seen even looking at a boy.
“What does Bellatrix think about it?” Another crazy one, prone to rage. So much like Walburga is as if she were her daughter.
Arcturus hears she killed Sirius’ previous woman, in a fit of jealousy. If only she would kill Riddle, too, driven by that same undue possessiveness over her cousin.
Sirius wanted to wed her, but Orion learned from his own mistakes and forbade it. Even Walburga was against it, and she adored Bellatrix back then.
“She’s in denial,” Cygnus huffs. “She refuses to talk about it. She insists that Voldemort gives tokens of affection to his most loyal, that he gave her something, too. Yet I told her this is not some vase, it’s a family ring. She said ‘her lord’ doesn’t put any value in our ‘stupid traditions’ and is probably unconcerned with the significance.”
Arcturus snorts. That could be. But- “Sirius is certainly aware of the implications. And yet he is wearing the ring.”
Snippet from "It runs in the blood"
We get to hear a little from Arcturus, just because I can't have enough Blacks whispering their opinions in my ear.
***
She’s scowling at Cygnus, eyes barely visible under her dropping eyelids.
“Master shouldn’t yell at Tesuth!” she hisses, snatching Cygnus’ cup away. “Tesuth is old, and she has a headache. If Master doesn’t like the tea-”
“It’s not tea, you cretin! You made me coffee, and you know how I despise-
“Then Master shall drink nothing!”
“Cygnus!” Arcturus warns him, when Cygnus looks ready to blast Tesuth into different pieces. He always was a violent man, this one. Quick to anger.
Cygnus settles, Tesuth leaves, mumbling. Arcturus takes a sip out of his cup. It is, at least, good coffee.
“Forget the elf. Are you certain about Sirius?”
Cygnus stares after Tesuth, murder in his eyes. “I obviously didn’t see for myself, he's not stupid enough to wear it in my presence. But Yaxley told me he wears the ring at all times. When I asked Lucius, he pretended not to hear, and that in itself means it’s true.”
Arcturus turns his head, slightly, to watch the dead garden. Oh, how Orion must suffer.
“Yaxley says Sirius is far too familiar with Voldemort, that they smile at each other, that he gets preferential treatment above all others, even Bellatrix.”
Sirius always was lovable. Since he was born, he was everyone’s favourite. Even Arcturus’ father, a harsh, stern man that never once hugged his children, never had a kind word for them, would often lift Sirius up, tickle him, place him on his lap, whispering all sort of inappropriate things in his ear.
Tom Riddle is a creature, an aberration far from human, yet even it is not immune to Sirius’ charm, apparently.
“And this never happened before?”
“No. Voldemort never paid anyone so much attention.”
“Bella-”
“It’s different,” Cygnus insists. “It’s different with Bella. He is fond of her, but this? He gave Sirius his family ring! When he talks of Sirius, he looks- I have never heard that man speak this way of anyone. Not even at school. Oh, and he very much enjoys speaking of Sirius, asks questions about him, useless things that can be of no use in war.”
“Is it aware of the significance of giving away his signet ring?” Perhaps the animal doesn’t know, what with its terrible upbringing.
“Yaxley alluded that they have an…intimate relationship,” Cygnus sneers. “And, I must say, if Sirius is wearing the Gaunt ring, then- yet I didn’t suspect Sirius finds men appealing. Quite the opposite. As bad as-” he trails off, before he can say ‘Orion' and risk Arcturus’ displeasure. “It’s not something I would accuse Voldemort of, usually, but I am starting to wonder if he…gave Sirius something.”
“Unlikely.”
Riddle has never resorted to bedding anyone to reach its goals. And it was handsome, back in the day, filth disguised by aristocratic features. Yet it never had a lover, not one Cygnus or Yaxley or Arcturus could find, at least.
“But Sirius is- he never shied away from his affairs, he has no shame; if he liked men, surely we’d have heard about it. Especially when he was with those tolerant morons.”
Sirius was, indeed, interested in girls, since he was alarmingly young.
But not many knew about that boy, that Rosier. Arcturus would not have found out either, if not for Walburga, who came to complain to him.
“Orion doesn’t seem to care, but you should. I don’t want Sirius turning into Alphard. Talk to him, or do something about it.”
Walburga was always so dramatic. It was obvious to anyone else that they would have no trouble marrying Sirius off, that he most likely would give House Black many children, what with his appetites. If he kept some male company outside of it, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. But she made such a scene, Orion confessed, when Arcturus asked about it- and no one could throw a fit quite like Walburga. No doubt, she traumatised Sirius, like she traumatised him in so many different ways, to the point where Sirius was never seen even looking at a boy.
“What does Bellatrix think about it?” Another crazy one, prone to rage. So much like Walburga is as if she were her daughter.
Arcturus hears she killed Sirius’ previous woman, in a fit of jealousy. If only she would kill Riddle, too, driven by that same undue possessiveness over her cousin.
Sirius wanted to wed her, but Orion learned from his own mistakes and forbade it. Even Walburga was against it, and she adored Bellatrix back then.
“She’s in denial,” Cygnus huffs. “She refuses to talk about it. She insists that Voldemort gives tokens of affection to his most loyal, that he gave her something, too. Yet I told her this is not some vase, it’s a family ring. She said ‘her lord’ doesn’t put any value in our ‘stupid traditions’ and is probably unconcerned with the significance.”
Arcturus snorts. That could be. But- “Sirius is certainly aware of the implications. And yet he is wearing the ring.”
Pretty much how I'm reacting to how long the next bit is.
Well, in my head.
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A little update; I've gone absolutely bonkers with writing between panicked revisions for Exams™ and thus can announce that Part 8 is gonna be around 16~k words (most likey somewhat above 16k tbh)
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