Soulmate au: Only the soulmate of a non human being can see the being. No other human can.
It was a simple day. You were just walking to your best friend’s house, a pair of headphone hanging on your neck, your hands stuck in the pocket of your hoodie as you ignored every other existence of others. That was the life of you, a middle school girl.
But one caught your eye. You always had kept your eyes on the ground as you walked, never letting anything grab your attention, but you smelled something really nice, a smell that you just could not describe, but it was intoxicating. You looked up, and your eyes widened, staring with shock at the man a few couple feet away from you.
The man was cloaked in a simple suit, an open blazer to show how tight the white dress shirt was against his hard chest. His face was sculpted to such perfection you almost believed that he was not human. You could catch his scent from this far, a gentle, subtle scent that seemed a little too addicting. His blonde hair tousled messily, brushing slightly against the wind, his dark eyes deep and mysterious. What was the most stunning was the large raven black wings tucked behind his back, still visible from the front, as the black feathers fluttered ever so slightly to the strong breeze.
You were speechless at the absolutely beautiful being in front of you, mentally engraving his perfection into your mind as you turned your glance to the ground again, not wanting to stare so boldly at the gorgeous stranger. As you brushed past him, you caught a strong whiff of his scent, your legs almost buckling beneath you as you struggled to continue walking normally.
You swallowed thickly, breathing in heavily as you quickly made your way to your best friend’s house to finish up on an assignment.
“Yah! (Y/N)! Why are you so disracted?!” Your best friend snapped at you, shaking you by the shoulder to get you out of your world. She was practically going insane, you were not answering her at all, barely paying a single attention, and the random mumbles of ‘gosh he’s so beautiful.’
You turned to look at her with a expression that showed that you were still in your on fantasy world. “(B/F/N)-ah…he’s such a drop-dead gorgeous…” You mumbled, a part of you not wanting to believe that you were so taken aback by this stranger. She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh.
“Sure, (Y/N), tell me more.”
“He’s got that beautiful black wings, and his eyes are just-”
“Black wings?” Your friend interrupted you, her eyes showing disbelief. You did not want to believe that a human could have wings either, but then, there would not be a human as handsome as he is.
“Black wings are the wings of a devil, (Y/N)! There are devils on earth, fallen angels that commited a sin of a human’s, and only very, very selected few can see them.” She said very seriously. You thought she was kidding, but her tone and the look in her eyes told you otherwise.
“No wonder he was so devillishly handsome,” You joked, laughing slightly, watching as your best friend rolled her eyes again.
“(Y/N) I’m being serious now! Devils do exist!! And you better not go near them! They are extremely tempting, and you will be reliant to them for the rest of your life!!”
Years passed, and and you were at your wits’ end, fed up with your boss, scoffing at couples in love. You glared at the boy who just would not stop asking for your attention and you gave him your attention with your fist in his face. You were doing decent in your work, and with an innocent smile, you could get away with punching irritating males, but you felt as if something was missing.
You had quite a good memory, and yet, you felt as if you forgotten something important. Something that had impacted you greatly, left your heart pounding at light’s speed, but, what was it? You sighed, standing up from the bench as you started to walk to your favourite food store.
You walked down the noisy street, clammered with students, either hands on their lovers’ ass, or simply laughing at something idiotic. You clicked your tongue, your habit of staring at the ground as you walked kicked in.
And it was then, you caught a whiff of familiar smell that could make your legs go weak any moment. You glanced up, and you suddenly remembered. It was him. You could recognize him from the back because of his folded black wings, but then, you realized that there was a small blood trail behind him.
You rushed forward, only to see the familiar drop-dead gorgeous stranger whose white dress shirt seemed to stained with blood. “Oh my god! Are you okay?!” You gaped, staring at the blood in horror, wondering if it belonged to him or someone else.
The man tilted his head slightly, as if he did not expected anyone to speak to him, his eyes slightly wide as he spoke with a deep, thrilling voice, “How can you see me?” Your body jolted at his voice, your nerves shaking with excitment as you quickly tried to calm yourself.
“Uh, I just can? B-but are you okay? You seem pretty injured.” You stuttered, trying to keep your cool, barely able to keep your thoughts straight. The man looked at you with a curious expression, almost as if wondering what was wrong.
“I’m fine, the blood doesn’t belong to me. Who are you, if I may ask?” He asked, looking at you a little too intently. You almost let out a gasp from his dark eyes, his intense stare, as if you were the only thing in the world he would ever lay his eyes upon.
“I-I’m (Y/N), and y-you?” You spoke, swallowing quickly, breathing in deeply to try to calm your pounding heart. The man’s eyes widened, his soft pink lips slightly apart as he ran his hand through his messy blonde hair, almost as if he was lost in thought, his hand stretching out to grab your wrist, dragging you to somewhere quieter without a whole lot of noisy high school students.
Hey, you weren’t complaining. It was not like you could reject (or resist) someone like him.
“(Y/N)…God, how long has it been? 2 centuries?” You heard him mutter under his breath, closing his eyes slightly as if trying to recall something. You stared at his long eyelashes, jumping up a little as his eyes fluttered open to reveal his dark orbs. “I’m Taehyung. Good to see you again, kitten.” He said with a wide playful smile, completely different from the calm un-smiling man a few seconds ago.
“K-kitten?” You stuttered, your heart pounding against your chest painfully as you struggled to keep your cheeks from heating up.
His lips curled into a small smirk. “It’s hilarious to see how flustered you would always get everytime I call you that, kitten.” The man said, brushing his thumb against your cheek slightly, causing that area to heat up, a little too hot for your liking. You let out a small whimper, causing his smirk to grow even wider. “That’s right, kitty, let me hear that more. God, you’re even more beautiful than your previous life.” Taehyung purred, gazing at you with his half lidded eyes, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip slowly, almost as if to tease you.
“Previous l-life?” You questioned nervously. So, he really is a devil, huh? You swallowed nervously, all doubts and questions somehow leaving your mind. Your mind went blank, only able to focus on him, his teasing actions and that smirk, it was driving you crazy.
“That’s right, kitten. It was a pity that you died at a young age, I didn’t even had that chance to relish you yet, such a pity. And yet, here you are, such a beauty, my cute little kitten. I have to have a taste, in case you leave me again.” Taehyung muttered, his voice low and husky, and you were practically melting from his voice. A shiver went down your spine as you let out a small unintentional moan, too captivated by the addicting voice he had. Your eyes widened when you realized what kind of sound you just made as you covered your mouth in embarassement.
He raised a brow, leaning down to reach your height, his hand pulling yours away from your mouth as his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip. “No, no, kitty, don’t cover your voice. It’s so fucking sweet, let me hear it again.” Taehyung hissed against your ear, as you trembled, feeling his hot breath tickled your skin, dragging his lips down your jaw. Your mind practically went blank by now, and you would have completely succumb to his burning hot touches if not for your best friend.
“YAH! DEVIL! DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH (Y/N)!” You heard your best friend’s voice as your half lidded eyes snapped open, completely out of the trance as she grabbed you, pulling you behind her as she stood herself in between you and the devil. “(Y/N), what did I tell you?! Don’t go near the devil! He will tempt you!” She scolded angrily, glaring at Taehyung, who simply smiled at you.
“Tempt? That’s quite a negative word, I would never trick my little kitty, never.” Taehyung said on mock defense, smirking at you slightly, pleased at how overwhealmed you were when he barely even touched you. “Later, kitty-cat, make sure you don’t give those sweet lips of yours to anyone else~” His playful tone turned dark and authoritative. “Or else, bad kitties will have to be punished.”
Your friend simply glared at Taehyung as he walked off.
Your legs completely stopped working under you as you fell, but your best friend managed to catch you quickly. “(Y/N)?! What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” She asked worriedly, but anything you were feeling right now was anything but pain. It was the pure, sweet pleasure, and it was driving you absolutely insane how a man’s voice filled with such authority can rile you up so much.
“Yeah…I’m fine…probably,” you mumbled, your voice cracked as you tried to stand up. She let out a sigh, allowing you to lean against her for support.
“That’s what happen when you play with risks. So stay away from the devils, (Y/N). You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
A/N i wanted this to be a fluffy soulmate au but my mind wondered away haha. Should I continue with fluff or with smut? Its been 2 years since I wrote smut 😅 So bear with me if the next few chaps are weird lol
Okay, listen up Lima Losers. Your girl Audrey here has a birthday coming up on July 4th. Since my parents will be out of town all weekend, I am throwing the biggest birthday bash you have ever seen. Friday night, at the McIntosh residence, starting at nine until..whenever. Now, I am going to generous and invite everyone. I know, I am a saint. But it would be a crime to miss an Audrey McIntosh party. Food, booze, and a place to crash if needed will be provided by yours truley. You just need to bring yourself,and I promise you won’t regret it.
i’ve got another eye appointment next monday to see how broken my eyes are
i don’t think its anything too serious considering i feel completely fine. the doctor i went to yesterday even told me that it could just be how my eyes are and that i was born that way, but he referred me to another doctor just to make sure. though the anxiety likes to convince me its something terrible
i want to thank all of you for the support. even if i cant really form any coherent response right now to the messages i’ve gotten, i want to thank all of you. it means a lot
writing approximately three sentences a night is still progress but dammit I would love to have one of those nights where I manage to write a whole fucking scene from beginning to end
it doesn’t help that I keep realizing I’m not happy with bits and pieces of it. I already planned to just retype the whole thing (having done that with some of Let’s Sway, I am definitely converted to retyping a fic instead of editing the existing text over and over), but aaugh, there’s one whole scene where I have to switch the POV and also the order in which it occurs, plus I want to take part of it from another scene I didn’t know what to do with??
on the positive side: I’m pretty damn happy with significant chunks of it?? on the whole I think this is gonna be a really good fic, it’s just. taking its sweet fucking time.
to be fair it sure would help if I didn’t get sucked into tumblr every night when I get home from work and then run out of posts at like….two or three am, and then start attempting to write just before I should be asleep.