AHHHH I ALREADY FINISHED CHAPTER 1 WHAT. Literally I excepted me to take a long, long time to plan this all out and get it out to y’all. But it all just flowed out nice and perfectly. Love when that happens.
I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. I’d love to know!!
Each news paper throughout the entirety of Crowncity read the exact same headline and reported on the exact same story.
The war was ending!
We must celebrate the unification of the Oracle and the Prince of our great country.
Stella rolled her heterochromatic eyes: one of an icy blue, and the other of jade. She crumbled her newspaper into a ball before tossing it over her shoulder. “I don’t believe the Empire for a godsdamned second.”
The morning work rush was the only time Stella and her roommate and partner had time to catch up on matters that existed outside a garage. The two young woman would spend hours— possibly even days at a time without seeing a single hint of the city that laid just outside their makeshift auto shop.
They sat together at their usual table at their usual place; a small breakfast café that served the best coffee in all of Insomnia. It was always their go to place after pulling an all-nighter working on cars and various other pieces of technology.
“You and me both, Stell,” Di muttered before bringing her cup of coffee to her lips. “Seems like we’re the only ones in the whole damn city, though.”
“That’s what happens when you’re in constant contact with people outside of the city,” Stella speculated, readjusting the fingerless, black, leather gloves over her right hand. “Funny how Geography will entirely change someones opinion on political matters. We have to start looking for a place out there.”
“As much as I’d love that, you know the pay is better here than out there. We’re barely making it by as it is,” Di sighed, crossing her legs underneath the table.
“I mean, we take enough trips out there. Half our money is probably just spent on gas,” Stella protested.
“Eh,” Di shrugged before taking in her last sip of coffee. “Maybe we’ll just get lucky… maybe one of our soulmates is filthy rich,” the dark skinned girl smirked to herself, placing her empty cup on the metal table that was absolutely covered in crumbs from the scones they had devoured as their breakfast.
A laugh escaped Stella’s pink lips. “Come on, you know I don’t believe in that soulmate stuff. Besides, the last thing I want to do is rely on a man for money. I’d rather struggle on my own than be dependent on someone else.”
“That’s one way to look at it,” Di fingered at her messy pony tail that lingered over her strong, broad shoulders. “Can you imagine? Being born or married into a life like Lady Lunarfreya or Prince Noctis? They never have to worry about making rent or having enough money to afford a meal other than cup noodles.”
“Yeah, but they have to worry about being assassinated. I think that takes a bigger emotional toll. It would on me anyway,” Stella gave a small smile as she tossed her long, wavy ginger hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, you wanna get going? It’s gonna take us at least an hour to get out the city.”
“Yeah, let’s head out,” Dia stood up from her seat. “Thank the Six that Hammerhead isn’t that far from the city. I really don’t feel like driving for a full day.”
Stella pushed upward to stand on her feet. “Let’s get going, then. Cindy’s already texted me eight times,” she pulled the cell phone of her jean’s pocket.
With a sudden jerk of her hand, the cell phone fell straight from Stella’s gloved hand to the café’s hardwood floor. “Ow!” Stella shouted without warning. Di simply smirked.
“Your soulmate getting into another fight, I assume? I don’t know how you claim you don’t believe in soulmates when the guy is constantly getting you beat up,” Di referred to the sensory link that was shared between all soulmates on Eos. Whenever one half of the pair was in pain, the other felt their agony. Emotional or physical.
“It’s just gas, I swear,” Stella assured her voice going raspy, placing a hand on the newly tender spot on her stomach. With ease, she lowered herself and retrieved her phone, revealing the new crack that spread across the glass screen. “Dammit!” Stella groaned. “Whoever this guys is, he owes me a new phone!” She turned the phone to show the evidence of the crack to Di, who simply giggled.
“So you believe in soulmates now, right?”
“If it means if I get a new phone… then yes, I believe and will graciously allow my prince charming to sweep me off my feet!”
“C’mon Noct, get up. I didn’t hit you that hard,” Gladiolus taunted with a smirk, holding his great sword over his shoulder with ease.
“I’m glad you’re know so much about what hurts me and what doesn’t,” Noctis grumbled, still recovering from getting the wind knocked out of him. He propped himself upward against his elbow before pushing himself up on his feet once again. “Listen, can we be done for the day? I’m starving.”
“If you buy me pizza, then sure. We can be done for the day,” the future King’s Shield smirked as his sword vanished from his grasp.
“Sounds like a fair deal—“
“Highness,” a familiar voice sounded from behind the Prince.
“Sup, Specs,” Gladio greeted Noctis’s royal advisor, and mutual friend.
“I apologize for interrupting, but there are some important matters to discuss,” Ignis explained, his eyes meeting up with Noctis’s.
“How important?” Noctis groaned, placing a hand on his hip. “Me and the big guy were gonna go out and grab some pizza. Can’t it wait until after?”
“I am afraid not.”
Huffing out a sigh, Noctis walked to the door in which Ignis stood. “Fine,” his shoulders slumped.
“You owe me that pizza, Noct. Don’t forget about it,” Gladio called as the Prince and Advisor turned there backs and exited the room. The door shut with a distinct click before Noctis was able to return his banter.
“So what’s up, Specs?” Noctis asked as he and Ignis walked down the hallway side by side.
“His Majesty just finished his meeting with Niflheim’s Chancellor,” Ignis informed.
“Alright?” Noctis retorted unenthusiastically.
Was this news worth missing out on pizza?
“You father has surrendered all Lucis territories outside of Insomnia in order to halt the war from worsening,” Ignis continued. Noctis’s eyebrows raised in surprise. His father wouldn’t do that. Before Noctis had a chance to interject his comments of confusion, Ignis continued. “And you must wed Lady Lunafreya.”
Noctis halted his footsteps. “Wait, what?” He muttered, rather exasperated.
His whole world seemed to come to a stunning halt as his thoughts threw him backwards, spiraling him into the past.
“Dad? Is Luna my soulmate?” Noctis questioned his father. Being a simple eight year old child, he never grasped the idea of ‘soulmates.’
“No, Noctis. Luna is not your soulmate.”
“Oh. How can you tell?”
King Regis smiled, kneeling down to reach his sons level. Carefully, he took the Prince’s left hand into his. “See this mark right here?” He tapped on the strange shaped blob that rest upon the top of Noctis’s hand.
“Of the carbuncle?”
“Yes,” the King confirmed. “If Luna was in fact your soulmate, she would have the exact mirror of this image on her right hand.”
“Oh,” Noctis breathed, deep in thought. “Who is Luna’s soulmate then? How do I find my soulmate? What happens if I don’t have a soulmate?” He bombarded his father with questions, not even bothering to take a breath between his sentences.
His father simply chuckled at his child’s interest. “That is for Lady Lunafreya to find out on her own. Her soulmate will come to her in time, just as yours will, Noctis. You are the future King of Lucis. There is someone the Astrals created special just for you. Just as they created your mother for me,” a sad smile grew across the Kings lips.
“Marry Luna?” Noctis repeated, his blue eyes going wide.
“It is for the good of Lucis, Noct.”
Noctis blinked at his friend. “I… uh— yeah, Iggy, you’re right,” he averted his eyes to the marking he so proudly wore on the back of his left palm. A tinge of sadness washed through him.
“I understand how this can come as rather unfortunate news to you,” Ignis began, sympathy growing in his voice, observing as the Prince studied the symbol on his hand.
“No Ignis, it’s fine,” Noctis assured. “I care about Lunafreya.”
“I know but—“
“If I am to spend my life with someone other than my soulmate, I’m glad it’s Luna.”
Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)
No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)
Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”
Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.
Word count: 1.3k words
You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.
But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.
A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.
Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.
“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.
“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”
“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”
The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.
“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.
“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.
“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.
Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.
The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.
The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.
The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.
Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.
“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”
“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.
“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.
“I can see that,” you smiled.
“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”
You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”
“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”
“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”
“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”
Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.
“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”
“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”
“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.
“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.
You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.
“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”
“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”
So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.
Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.
He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).
When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.
“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”
And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.
“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.
“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.
You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.
“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.
“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”
“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”
“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.
These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.
- Girl in Luv
That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓
AU where everybody lives and they rebuild Lucis together and NO ONE IS SAD!!!
I may or may not do all 30 days of the OTP challenge, but I’m definitely gonna try! Each pair should be different (no promises) and I highly doubt I’ll get as carried away with the rest as I did with this one. Also drawing people taking selfies is really weird and I don’t like it one bit, no sir.
Pairing: Yoongi/Namjoon Author: chahans Genre: College!AU, Texting!AU, Social Media, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Rating: PG-15 Summary:
yoongi: oh no did u try to booty call someone on MY phone?
Yoongi’s ingenious friends think it’s a good idea to steal his phone in order to score him a Hot Date with that quiet kid in Philosophy. (What was his name again? Namjoon?) OT7 shenanigans ensue.
Admin’s Notes: So…I love this fic a lot. I didn’t really used to like the whole ‘texting’ structure of pics but this one has really changed my mind about them. The characterisation of every member is perfect and I love the humour aspects of this fic. I have never seen a plot like this before? it’s new to me and I love it.
congrats on committing to a college!! I'm a high school junior so I just started the whole process...
Thank you!!! Oooh good luck! :D :D :D It’s a grueling process but you can do it!
Hahaha all my grades are ~okay~ right now but I’m just drowning in homework from all classes OTL
“the writing god of Tumblr” FUASDFLJKASDLFJKASJDFJKL ANON PLZ
You have my blessing tho!!!! And the blessing of CF!Phichit who is very excited about psychology! Like I said to another anon be sure you know the alternative names for terms for the psych exam!! That really threw me haha. And I’m taking bio as well soon so I hope we both do well! :D :D I believe in you!