Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - Rated PG-13
Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. Itโs been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesnโt come home until late at night.
With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you canโt help but wonder if heโs let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?
Warning: Sex - Biting - Emotional - Love Making
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The clock on the nightstand was reading eleven in the morning in red numbers, but leaning against the headboard you stared up at Namjoon, confused. It was eleven during the middle of the week, and he was still under the blankets sleeping.
Not that you minded, in fact the sight of seeing him at home had become such a rarity that his boss would have to pull him out of your grip.
Taking advantage of the peace, you reached up to gently run your fingers against his cheek, along his temple before lightly tracing the shape of his bottom lip. You couldnโt even recall the last time the two of you spent a lazy morning together.
Outside the window that had been left open the music of songbirds filtered through the screen, drawing your attention away from him. Through the curtains, petals of yellow daises were seen gently swaying in the morning breeze. Namjoon had planted them last year alongside the house, having spent hours digging up the ground and meticulously planting each batch. His efforts had paid off greatly when the mini suns bloomed earlier in the month, offering a sense of something magical surrounding the house.
A nip at your finger drew your attention away from the window and back to Namjoon. His eyes were still closed but his lips were curling up into a wolfish grin.
โYou bit me.โ
Namjoon hummed, his arm sliding over your side until his palm was flat against your back. Only then did he open his eyes. โArenโt you the one always asking me to bite you?โ
His voice was thick and when he raised an eyebrow, it took all your willpower to not melt in his arms right then and there.
As much as you wanted nothing more than stay in this moment and forget about everything else, you couldnโt help but ask, โwhy are you home?โ
If it was somehow possible, even the birds stopped singing. Like they too knew the significance of his answer.
Taking a deep breath, Namjoon leaned over and pressed a kiss on the mark. โI called out.โ
โWhy?โ
He kissed it again, and then a second time. The lack of words on his part wasnโt out of character for Namjoon but, after all this time, after last night especially, it wasnโt as easy to guess what was running through his mind anymore. There had been a time where you thought you knew him well enough to do so.
โIโve missed you too,โ Namjoon murmured against your skin, kissing and nibbling his way up and along your jaw until he suddenly stopped. Leaning backwards, his brown eyes were soft and clear as his ears lowered themselves. This sudden affection wasnโt brought on by his heat.
Despite the simplicity of his words, tears stung as they slipped out. The first one wasnโt even halfway down your cheek before he went back down, his breath warm against your skin as he sweetly kissed it away. Then the second, the fourth, by the sixth when he kissed your lips, you were certain that he was making up for lost time.
There was a chime echoing down the hall signaling the half hour, the buzzing of bumble bees and singing birds had started up again, creating perhaps the purest of songs as Namjoon slipped his palms underneath the shirt you wore. His body heat warmed you in seconds and only with regret did you stop the kiss to remove it.
A deep growl of appreciation filled the room and the bed creaked as he laid you on your back. Yet even as he settled between your legs, hands roaming along your sides and back, until your body quivered with need, he never strayed from kissing your lips.
He had missed you too.
โJoonie,โ you whispered, heart beating rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.
Hooking his fingers under the band of your panties, Namjoon slipped those off before removing his own pajama pants, tossing them over the side of the bed. With his attention focusing back on you, he slid his hands up along your thighs before hooking them around his hips. Just like every hybrid, he had his own heat that he went through, but there hadnโt been any intimacy since his last one. And as he left wet kisses own your belly, tingles of anticipation spread throughout your body with each shaky breath you took.
You knew Namjoon though. He was an attentive mate, priding himself on making sure you saw a galaxy of stars before he even considered his own needs and desires. That wasnโt what you wanted right now.
โJoonie,โ you whimpered, sliding your fingers through his hair when he teasingly ran his tongue along the curve of your breast. He lifted his head though, allowing you to see the same desire and longing swirling around in his eyes that you knew reflected in your own.
As if he knew what you were about to say though, he shifted his hips, his hardened length rubbing against you to gather up the wetness. Your mouth dried out and you moaned. It had been too long since the last time. There was going to be plenty of time for him to take his sweet time wrecking you, but right now, you just wanted to be as close as possible in the most intimate of ways.
Namjoon groaned as he pushed in, the walls of your pussy clenching around his dick with every glorious inch, only stopping when he was balls deep inside you. Both of you groaned, foreheads pressed against the others and eyes scrunching shut in pleasure before blinking back open, wanting to see the man you loved with not just your entire heart, but your entire being.
โSo perfect,โ Namjoon softly murmured, leaving sweet kisses along every inch of skin that he could reach.
The temperature in the bedroom grew hotter with every thrust, and as kissed along his shoulder leaving nibbles on his collar bone, his arms tightened around you until suddenly you were no longer on your back. Hurriedly you clung to his shoulders, gasping as you were fully seated on his lap, chests pressed together in the new position.
โMy beautiful mate,โ Namjoon said, stealing your lips in a kiss before you were able to say anything.
Your moans were stolen as you kissed him back, easily finding a rhythm that worked for both of you. He was able to go deeper this way, leaving you feeling full and satisfying your need to be close to him.
Sliding your fingers through his hair and being mindful of his ears, you couldnโt help but tug on the locks when he hit the right spot. A soft cry escaped your lips and Namjoonโs chest rumbled with his growl, his thrusts going faster as he held you tight.
When it felt like you were going to combust, you leaned your head back to look at Namjoon. Sweat dotted along his skin, his lips swollen, yet as his name spilled from your mouth and he once again swooped in to seal the act with a final kiss, it was as sweet as it was bitter upon the taste of tears mixing together when he finally groaned with his own release.
Had the house been closer to the town you might have been worried about it being opened, but save for some wildlife the two of you were well alone. The dripping of his seed along the inside of your thigh was going on to his own legs and the rumpled blankets soon, but in that moment you didnโt care. Instead, you clung to your mate as his shoulders shook. One minute he was pressing his face against your neck to kiss the mark, and the next he was kissing your lips, never lingering in one place for too long, as if he needed to kiss every single square inch of you.
He was decorating you in kisses and tears.
Love and anguish, because last night had not left either of you even in the middle of making love. It only rekindled the reality that as much as the love you had for each other burned, it still had the power to leave wounds.
So apparently, the word in the kpop streets is that Lee Minhyuk of MONSTA X has a girlfriend. And has been in a relationship with her since 2019. If that's true, that's amazing!
The problem is that we seem to have a real life ThamePo problem because of this now. First of all, some weirdo took their time to gather up all their evidence to do a full on exposรฉ of Minhyuk and his girlfriend. And now some folks are mad about it. Why? Not because he has a girlfriend (though I know that's a lie) but because some "fans" feel like he should be working instead of gallivanting with some "woman." They feel like if they're spending money on him and his group then he should be focusing all his time on the fans and working.
Bitch what? That's a grown ass man who is entitled to his personal life alongside his professional life. And these people sound stupid as fuck if they feel like they're entitled to that man's personal time as well as his professional time. And that's a weak ass excuse to cover for these people being upset that he is in a relationship. It was never going to be y'all. Now people are threatening to unstan because they're upset about whatever.
Minhyuk doesn't owe anyone an explanation for anything regarding his girlfriend. And IDK if these people really know Lee Minhyuk, but he is not shy about telling fans to chill the fuck out and stay out of his business. He's done it before.
The bottom line is that whether it's true or not, Minhyuk is allowed to have a personal life and he's allowed to be in love and he's allowed to have personal relationships. He doesn't need to share anything personal with the world if he doesn't want to.
What's not allowed is people being pissed off about it. Like I said, Minhyuk is 31 years old, it is perfectly okay for him to be seeing someone if he fucking wants to. And it is perfectly okay for him not to disclose anything about that to fans.
And as far as work goes??????????????????????? Please don't act like MONSTA X doesn't have a full 10 year Anniversary Celebration planned for Monbebe. And even if they didn't, don't act like y'all know that man and what he's spending his time on. Relax.
Like I said, all this girlfriend business is alleged. Nothing has been confirmed or denied. Some sasaengs just have way too much time on their hands and don't know how to mind their own business.
And if I find out y'all are shit-talking my boy over this I will be addressing you directly.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Now that its finished I wanted to hype up this amazing fic by @waltwhitmansbeardโ. I found it an excelent portrayal of Keylethโs grief (through a post canon divergent lense). It was so sad but also felt so real, and I loved seeing her journey of healing. I imagine that chapter one (up to the point of canon divergence) was a lot like what Keylethโs experence would have been. I felt the characterisation was very good and accurate to the source material. Its a very well written story and I highly recomend it <3
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia, Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III & Keyleth, Keyleth & Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Keyleth & Pike Trickfoot, Keyleth & Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth & Scanlan Shorthalt, Shaun Gilmore & Keyleth, Keyleth & Korrin (Critical Role), Kerrek & Keyleth (Critical Role), Keyleth & Alma (Critical Role)
Characters: Keyleth (Critical Role), Korrin (Critical Role), Alma (Critical Role), Derrig, Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), The Raven Queen (Critical Role), Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, Pike Trickfoot, Kerrek (Critical Role), Shaun Gilmore, Vax'ildan (Critical Role)
Additional Tags: Post-Campaign 1 (Critical Role), Grief/Mourning, Pregnancy, Friendship
Summary:
When Grog has been rescued from the screaming winds of Pandemonium, when their spell components have been retrieved from a hoarderโs cave, when what remains of Vox Machina has returned to Exandria, exhausted and relieved, Keyleth goes home alone.
Though not as alone as she thought.
Title taken from โFar From Home (The Raven)โ by Sam Tinnesz.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Now that its finished I wanted to hype up this amazing fic by @waltwhitmansbeardโ. I found it an excelent portrayal of Keylethโs grief (through a post canon divergent lense). It was so sad but also felt so real, and I loved seeing her journey of healing. I imagine that chapter one (up to the point of canon divergence) was a lot like what Keylethโs experence would have been. I felt the characterisation was very good and accurate to the source material. Its a very well written story and I highly recomend it <3
Chapters: 8/8
Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Keyleth/Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia, Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III & Keyleth, Keyleth & Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Keyleth & Pike Trickfoot, Keyleth & Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth & Scanlan Shorthalt, Shaun Gilmore & Keyleth, Keyleth & Korrin (Critical Role), Kerrek & Keyleth (Critical Role), Keyleth & Alma (Critical Role)
Characters: Keyleth (Critical Role), Korrin (Critical Role), Alma (Critical Role), Derrig, Percival โPercyโ Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), The Raven Queen (Critical Role), Grog Strongjaw, Scanlan Shorthalt, Pike Trickfoot, Kerrek (Critical Role), Shaun Gilmore, Vax'ildan (Critical Role)
Additional Tags: Post-Campaign 1 (Critical Role), Grief/Mourning, Pregnancy, Friendship
Summary:
When Grog has been rescued from the screaming winds of Pandemonium, when their spell components have been retrieved from a hoarderโs cave, when what remains of Vox Machina has returned to Exandria, exhausted and relieved, Keyleth goes home alone.
Though not as alone as she thought.
Title taken from โFar From Home (The Raven)โ by Sam Tinnesz.
Listening to the Matron talk about the previous god of death cements for me the idea that Vax was always meant to have more time before she made good on their deal. She didn't mean for him to know the same eternal separation and grief she had taken upon herself - that she had chosen with eyes wide open. He was supposed to have time and happiness with Keyleth. Maybe even time beyond a natural lifespan, though that's probably pushing it a little. To the max of said lifespan at the very least. She didn't want for him - or for keyleth - what she had been through, but her hand was forced, and the only way to give him back in any capacity was to take away what should have been. His fate was to become her champion, yes, but there was time to live first. That fate was changed as a gift. It was all she could allow as the keeper of her domain and arguably, her mortality is what led her to give it at all.
Yes. She hears the sounds of grief and loss unending, unceasing. Death is less than nothing to her and the sum of who she is. She is synonymous to death in many ways, though she refers to herself as its steward and rightfully so.
But I think what sets her apart is that she never grows numb to it. That mask is to hide the fact that all of it still affects her. It's to hide all of it - her loneliness, yes, but also that she feels every death. She hears every cry, every curse, every regret. She stands before every soul individually and does what she must, and she wears the mask so that she can do so without giving anything of her mortal feelings away. The dead do not need to know that she cares, that she understands. Death is not about her. It is about who is standing in front of her waiting to be ushered into the beyond. She is the great reuniter, forever separated from the one she loves.
So yes. I believe that Vax was always meant to have more time, right up until time was the only thing left to barter. His fate was to die after a long and happy life, to go peacefully and take up the mantle at her side when he was done on Exandria.
But that had to change to save the fate of the world, and nobody in this realm or any other knows better the loss and the grief that came about from cutting that time short. Vax wasn't meant to understand it either. She wanted better for him and, by extension, keyleth.
