demon and angels au with angel choi han and demon alberu, no one knows why the two aren’t flipped by nature one is perpetually smiling and soft spoken while the other glowers at everything. at every meeting alberu is “hello everyone, lovely meeting today,” while choi han just hides. there’s even a secret-not-so-secret petition to have them switch places for the day — just to try it you know? for efficiency’s sake — not that they do anything about it. they just go about their days, not caring, not bothering to correct people this is them this is their personality and they don’t intend to change it just for public opinion to turn in their favor. then comes the day a human wanders into their midst and suddenly choi han is springing flowers and cupids which circle around your head and sing love songs. and suddenly alberu can neither be seen or heard from anywhere he just appears a month later with a satisfied smile. cale: “uh…hi?” alberu, smiling: “i tied our souls together and you can’t escape me wherever you go or travel or leave. hello”
krs wakes to two wings, four legs, scales, and a tail. he isn't sure where to proceed from here, only that if he wishes to survive as he's always promised himself to, he'll have to adjust. and quickly.
- krs waking up as a dragon in a cave, he’s amber colored and large, filling up the space but with some left over so he isn’t cramped
- krs finding a human sized bed under his leg >> “oh that means there’s a human, maybe that human is me,” and krs learning to turn into human form which is red headed and good looking
- krs looking around the cave, making and breaking plans to ensure his survival in this new scenario
- krs finding an egg
- egg hatching
- “mama!”
- krs becoming brand new single daddy to a gray dragon with large brown eyes and a penchant for sticking to krs like a burr
- krs eventually leaving cave because food and resources
- krs learning to find his way through the forest sureounding the cave and eventually into a snow capped mountain where he meets a white dragon named sheritt
- sherrit and krs swapping kid stories
- sherrit showing krs her ickle baby eggs which haven’t hatched, showing off her ample nursery and hologram system for backup planning like a proud mom and secretly fretting and hoping krs approves because he seems like such an accomplished parent and she just wants to do right by her twin babies
- krs patting sherrit on the head and congratulating her and sherrit beaming like a radiant sun
- meanwhile krs’ baby daughter [insert name here] suckling on krs’ shirt because she’s teething and smiling with wet gums at the expectant baby mommy who coos and tells her she’s adorable
- krs feeding baby daughter with a bottle
- krs being official greatest mom/dad/parent in the world
- inevitably white star coming to destroy sherrit as per the original plot of tboah but krs putting two and two together and foiling his plans like a boss
- sherit and krs driving white star away
- not being a permanent fix to the problem but he’s dead for now so they at least have several decades of peace
- the red dragon hatching
- sherit making krs a godparent and krs making her his daughter’s and they hold a baby shower together and invite all dragons who have to swear not to kick up a fuss if they intend to attend
- only dragon showing up is eruhaben
- golden dragon attending for the snacks and free food and blinking at the kids from afar because wtf he doesn’t know how to handle children (yet)
- krs finding him in the corner and sighing before getting up on his aching legs, making sure his baby is ok before making his way over
- eruhaben and krs hitting it off
- sherrit in her corner spying on the two and keeping tabs on the kids and Making Plans
- after several play dates and lunches with eruhaben and sherrit and krs discussing that he seems trustworthy, cool, let’s make him a babysitter
- sherrit negotiating prices with gold dragon and inviting him over after telling krs they can have the day off and when he’s arrived disappearing with both the kids and a hologram note that tells the boys to have fun and make like a porn film, she’ll take care of the kids for the day
- krs and eruhaben keeping it PG but surprisingly enjoying the day they had together
- krs escorting eruhaben out and “I had a fun time, would you like to do this again?” and eruhaben (who’s young and kind of awkward at this point) looking away ears warm and nodding
- the kids rushing back in and swarming krs and sherrit on their heels looking exhausted but like she’s happy for him
- krs resolving to give her a day off of her own and following through
- babies taking their first steps and krs and sherrit going nuts with their magic cameras and eruhaben in the background fueling them with extra mana because they’re really going to town with their 3D motion pictures and holograms and everything
- krs’ baby daughter calling eruhaben “papa” for the first time
- krs and eruhaben falling in love and not much changing between them despite that
- raon hatching
- sherrit making a contest for names for raon and making it anonymous and krs popping the history of his past and winning the contest because he makes sherrit cry by saying he wouldn’t go back if he had the choice anyway, his family is them now, and ”demand to know which entry was yours” ”that defeats the purpose of it being anonymous” and “fuck purpose just hand it over.”
- sherrit being comfortable being alone while krs and eruhaben explore their relationship with each other
- raon and red dragon [insert name here] and krs’ baby daughter growing up as siblings
- // I had more planned including WS’ return and Choi Han and the original plot of the novel but I’m out of juice so I’ll end it here for now
cottagecore au but the setting is the sea, a quiet curve of the coast that few know of, and even fewer visit. there are several gulls, dipping and hanging out in tiny groups where the waves are shallow and fish lurk. they chase clams, other ocean prey, before flying back out again. the sun hangs low over the horizon. they sky is a mess, a blur of pinks, oranges and burning yellows. the purples are higher up, threatening to encroach. evening is approaching, and all is calm. even the waves seem to slow, slapping leisurely at the arms of the sand like they're brushing away the day. cleaning it blank. flat. back to where it was before morning.
kim rok soo lives in a coast like this. it's the very one, where his modest cabin sits, small but sturdy. it has low ceilings, thick clay walls. the rooves are thatched but that doesn't mean the rain leaks through. though he can't do much against the humidity of the sea. salt pervades the place, smelling of water. it's peaceful, a place he has for himself and his two cats. his brothers promised to visit with a new pet soon. last kim rok soo heard, it was a lizard. he just hopes it isn't a snake. he doesn't know how it would fare against on and hong. it would be a small miracle if they didn't eat it.
kim rok soo's days start the same. open the windows, open the blinds. he usually wakes with the sun, to see the sunrise is one of the quiet highlights of his day. he doesn't work. not out here, though he has his connection to the rest of the world via his trusty laptop.
after dawn it's breakfast and chores. he makes a simple meal, nothing heavy. some days it's a salad, some days a bowl of fruits. occasionally it's a dish with lean meats and or eggs laden on top, but he doesn't usually start with that. it's bad on his grumpy stomach. after breakfast it's dishes. they glisten brightly in the swamp of light. they dry out on the rack because he doesn't have a dishwasher. but as it's only him it's fine. he doesn't have many dishes to wash at any one time. then for chores:
"what are you doing. move your butt," he tells the kittens, sweeping with a broom around his small cabin. he brushes away the sand and small crabs skittering away with a scuttle. they'll probably be back in several hours.
All semblance of logic was blasted out of his head as Choi Han cupped his cheeks, holding him like he was something terribly fragile. He tilted his head, breathed. The soft exhale dusting the red lips mere hair’s width from his face.
“I’m going to kiss…kiss you now.”
Warmth exploded over Kim Rok Soo’s lips and it was such a shock that he forgot to close his eyes. He saw Choi Han’s tightly clenched ones, the red face. The nerves melting away to bliss from a simple chaste peck.
“…”
Kim Rok Soo recalled the summer of 2021, and how the star athlete, pride and joy of Roan High School fell in love with the laziest bookworm alive.
Cale fills out the application to be a mail order bride half on a whim and half to earn himself more emergency money. He doesn’t expect anyone to answer - he made it very clear he’s a male and has zero interest to be anything but lazy and a househusband - but three weeks later he gets an envelope with his post that says he’s being summoned.
That he’s being summoned to some underwater mansion is another point of weirdness altogether. But it’s not like he has anything better to do.
There’s a new god in the pantheon. Cale wouldn’t bother getting to know him, but he’s a good deterrent for the other gods to stop haranguing him about playing with the humans. Fates knows he doesn’t need more of their attention.
(That hadn’t meant he wanted Choi Han’s attention. But one god is better than twenty, he supposes.)
Riverdrop
Chapter one - the pantheon
Cale stretches languidly from where he’s lounged. He’s in a pretty gazebo where the weather’s programmed to be perfect: sunny but with the occasional breeze that keeps it soothing. There are a couple flowers around, several plucked and already growing back. The servants had been idly making flower wreaths with them. What they intended to do with them he doesn’t know.
He supposes he can make them another flower field if they keep wanting to play with them.
He’s a generous god. There’s none like him.
He’s also incredibly shy and lazy, he thinks.
Two of his worst qualities are how he schemes constantly to avoid the other gods — and avoiding other gods. He isn’t shameful about it however.
Their quirks are their own — just look at the god of obsessive love.
“CALE-NIM, MY LOVE,”
In fact there is the god of obsessive love now, clambering elegantly toward Cale like a well balanced pony.
Cale immediately frowns, drawing up a barrier between him and the other god.
“—GRCK.”
Clopeh the god of obsessive love picks himself from the floor, grinning dazedly and like he’s been spritzed with an aphrodisiac.
“Please don’t make that face at me,” Cale says.
“YES, MY LOVE,”
“Why are you yelling?” Cale asks, looking skyward.
“I shall stop, my love,” Clopeh immediately replies in a crawling voice.
Sighing, Cale relieves the barrier, holding up a hand when the other god immediately inches toward him.
“This distance is fine,” he says.
“Alright…” Clopeh responds despondently though he quickly reverts to the worshipful tone that is his unfailing default whenever they’re together.
“Do you need something?”
“Of course not,” Clopeh gapes indignantly. “I am not those plebeians who demand time and effort of their god and doesn’t worship them without expectation or wishful thinking — I am purely devoted —“
Cale listens with half an ear as the god rants. He doesn’t stop him because, from experience, it would only devolve into an argument with him speaking and Clopeh nodding to everything just to do it all over again.
“— I love you and only you, my legend. My dream. My one and only deity of the stars…”
“Finished?” Clopeh nods reverently. “Good,” Cale nods back. “If you didn’t need anything what brings you to this part of the woods?” The guy was banned by several others of the pantheon for several more decades.
Obviously he has ways of sneaking in which Cale hasn’t figured out yet.
“There’s a new god in the pantheon!”
Cale sits up, “Oh?”
“God of despair, or something so tawdry and pitiful. Don’t worry yourself my love, I shall protect you from his unnecessary influence —“
Cale cages the guy in another barrier, standing from his spot in the gazebo.
He walks them both at a sedate pace toward the transportation gate.
“— not worthy of your beauty and incredibly blinding intellectual capacity —“
Cale punches the coordinates in the portal, “Please be quiet now.”
“Yes, my love!”
When they arrive in the pantheon most of the other gods are already gathered.
Cale walks over to some of them who are clumped in a conspiratorial circle, sending looks to a black haired, unfamiliar god standing in the corner.
When Cale briefly surveys them, they appear to radiate a dark, deeply sorrowful energy.
As expected of a god of despair, he thinks objectively before dropping it. He’s not really here for that after all.
“Afternoon everybody.”
“Cale!”
“Young master.”
“Ah, the eternal silver shield of the stars,” Fredo smiles at him, the other gods around them — all related to violence or bloodshed in some form or another — turning to face Cale as well.
