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SDCC 2019 Highlight: “Written in the Stars” Skit

Callum and Rayla are star-gazing... and discover some key differences in how humans and elves see the constellations.

In case you missed it, The Dragon Prince creators Aaron Ehasz and Justin Richmond were at San Diego Comic-Con with voice actors Paula Burrows (Rayla) and Jack De Sena (Callum) last weekend… and they came with a little surprise!

Here’s a highlight from the panel featuring Paula and Jack performing a skit as Rayla and Callum titled “Written in the Stars.”

“You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.”

—Anaïs Nin

New AO3 project, yay! Soulmates, bike couriers, and near death experiences, oh my!

NON BINARY STARS: CHAPTER TWO! Because, I want happy things this morning. Which... don't actually happen in this chapter? Or the next? Sigh.

Happy Friday and happy reading!

Sushi and musings... Made a much needed escape for lunch. Working on chapter 5 of Non Binary Stars and chowing down on my favorite rolls. Monbebe are still fighting the good fight on Twitter. The smut has finally arrived in my story. It's a good Monday. Take care of yourselves, Monbebe. 💜💙💚🧡❤

It’s the last chapter... how did that happen so quickly? I’m not complaining... just pleasantly shocked. Happy reading!

Yay! New year, new fic! Took me a bit longer than I’d hoped to wrangle this first chapter into being, but here is the opening of part 2 of Written in the Stars: Colliding Stars.

Finally, Chapter 2?? Yes. Finally, Chapter 2.

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One touch. One taste.

Taehyung knew he was in trouble.

Don’t ruin me.

Tae melted against the broader man, mouth sinking into the other’s plush lips. They were the same height, though there was something about the breadth of Seokjin’s shoulders that made Tae feel just a tiny bit small. Like he wouldn’t mind being manhandled. Like he might not mind losing control.

Seokjin didn’t stay passive for long, swallowing Taehyung’s helpless moan as his strong hands gripped Tae’s waist and dragged him closer. Those magical, demanding hands wandered down, securing their place on the curves of Tae’s ass. They squeezed, drawing a fresh moan from Tae’s throat.

“You’re sending me?”

Seokjin jolted in belated shock as his name and destination registered. Outside, the distant pop of fireworks dwindled as the night marched on. It was almost three AM, and he needed sleep. His wrist ached abominably from the fall at the club. He was frustrated and angry and—frustrated. The kind of frustrated that wanted to crawl into bed and jack off to memories of Kim Taehyung’s husky voice and electric kiss. Instead he sat in a tiny conference room with Big Hit’s upper level management team, apparently about to be shipped out less than twenty-four hours after getting home.

“To Japan?” He barely bit back the immediate and obvious whine of but I just got home.

Big Hit Producer Kim Namjoon has orbited his supposed soulmate for years. It's frustrating, this constant state of almost meeting. Then the words on his arm disappear. Right as a bike messenger with a very familiar face is struck by a delivery van and pretty much dies in front of him.

Working as a bike courier by day and underground rapper pretty much any other time, Min Yoongi's life and work takes him all through the Gangnam district of Seoul. The regular changing of his soul words is a given, right up until they disappear as a van runs him down.

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“Harder. Please.”

The whispered entreaty drove Kim Namjoon’s hips bucking forward, drawing an appreciative moan from the woman impaled on his cock. Heavy bass rhythms thumped just beyond the locked door behind him, providing a beat to sync his movements to. An impatient fist pounded on said door. Maybe someone shouted hurry the fuck up. Maybe he didn’t care.

“C’mon, baby.” The girl riding his cock wriggled.

He’d already forgotten her name, but fuck, she felt so fine. The pussy clenching snug around his dick chased a high, dragging him closer and closer to the edge.

“God damn, you feel good.”

He grunted something contextually appropriate.

“What do they say?” Delicate fingers wrapped around his left forearm, perfectly fake thumb nail scraping the skin of his inner wrist. “Your words.”

Fuck. They always wanted to talk about the words. Did she want to kill all possibility of an orgasm?

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t be like that.” She pushed back against him, inner muscles clamping down hard enough to draw a hissing curse out of him. “If they’re there, they matter.”

Namjoon didn’t remember a time without the words, but his parents told him he first asked about them the summer before kindergarten.

The fucking words.

Some were boring. Some were rude. Occasionally sad. Or funny. Random. Always without context. Always special. A tiny sneak peek into the future. Proof that someone existed out there just for him.

The words marked the first conversation with a nebulous unknown, the soulmate.

“Then they aren’t there.” He wrapped a hand in her hair, tugging until she arched her back with a husky moan. “But you... Are. Right. Here.”

He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips.

| Sunshine-hyung: keep your head down for a few days, taehyungie

 Why did he have to be the one who disappeared? What was Kim Seokjin’s role in this farce? A new message chimed.

 | Sunshine-hyung: stay away

| Sunshine-hyung: people are camped outside your apartment building

| Sunshine-hyung: shit is really weird

| Sunshine-hyung: never expected anything like this

| Sunshine-hyung: i'm sorry

 Sorry? Hobi’s only fault in all of this was his enthusiastic insistence that Taehyung and Seokjin needed to meet. And, okay, maybe that was the catalyst for the current shit storm, but— Tae’s eyes widened as he saw his social media notifications neared two thousand.

“What the fuck is this?” he whispered, a gossip headline catching his eye.

 Who stole the heart of Korea’s favorite big brother? Get the scoop on Singularity’s gorgeous bias wrecker, Vante.

He buried a frustrated shout against his pillow.

In lust with a beautiful bartender who could be filling stadiums instead of drinks, and soul-bonded to some unknown he just couldn’t invest in. The longer he was away from Seoul, the easier it was to not even worry about the whole soulmate thing. Of course, he asked after them. But clearly, his life would go on without them.

Taehyung, on the other hand…

“I just want to talk to Taehyung. Before I commit to a life of not Taehyung. Is that too much to ask for?”

My muse: Last chapter! Just a few thousand words to go! 

Also my muse: Hey did I tell you about this idea for our witch AU? Oh, and that superhero AU... Can't forget the hitmen/mafia AU, either. Or the Yoonkook fake relationship story... 

You should start taking notes...

Schedules were for weaker men than Taehyung and Seokjin. Or… stronger ones. Taehyung was a little fuzzy on those specifics and only partly because it was the middle of the night. Jin’s tenth in Daegu. All he knew for sure was the moment Jin sensed he might even be thinking about being hungry—anytime, day or night—Tae found himself hauled off to the kitchen.

Leading to his current situation.

Wherein he leaned against the counter and admired the view.

It was two AM—Tae’s family long asleep—and Seokjin was cooking. More importantly, or perhaps most importantly, Jin was cooking shirtless. With his mouthwatering shoulders almost completely hiding the stove from view.

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Non Binary Stars - Written in the Stars, Part 1

Explicit

23.6K words

Namgi, romance, soulmates AU, angst, humor, smut

Big Hit Producer Kim Namjoon has orbited his supposed soulmate for years. It's frustrating, this constant state of almost meeting. Then the words on his arm disappear. Right as a bike messenger with a very familiar face is struck by a delivery van and pretty much dies in front of him.

Working as a bike courier by day and underground rapper pretty much any other time, Min Yoongi's life and work takes him all through the Gangnam district of Seoul. The regular changing of his soul words is a given, right up until they disappear as a van runs him down.

Near death finally connects Namjoon and Yoongi, but that's the easy part.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21233591

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Colliding Stars - Written in the Stars, Part 2

Explicit

33.2K words

Taejin, romance, soulmates AU, angst, humor, smut

No one is prepared for the New Year... especially when Big Hit manager Kim Seokjin discovers his soul words were spoken—by no less than a dozen people in the same night—but he has no idea who said the ones that count. Meanwhile bartender and club owner Kim Taehyung becomes inexplicably withdrawn after the Big Hit New Year's bash. There's an emptiness building in Tae's soul, and he can't figure out the source. All he knows is something is missing... and it's tearing him apart.

Or... Tae said the words. And Jin didn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22139677

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Hidden Stars - Written in the Stars, Part 3 - COMING SOON