Tessera

i wrote silverstorm all night instead of sleeping yesterday

But then: "Go back upstairs," Hoseok says. "Not to the ground deck, but up to the little cabin we were in earlier. You've been through an ordeal, Yoongi; try to get some rest if you can."

Though spoken softly, the dismissal hits Yoongi like a slap to the face, and he recoils, expression crumpling, scent going sour and mixing with the already present air of despair coming from the erstwhile mute prisoners.

"What? No, I'm staying," he growls with more vehemence than he'd thought.

Hoseok takes the refusal in stride, having expected it. "I know you don't want to leave, but things are about to get decidedly unpleasant, and I don't think-"

"I am neither a stranger to bloodshed, nor a child, Hoseok, and hence, I don't need to be coddled," Yoongi snaps, anger bubbling in his chest from sources he can't yet identify. "I told you to stop treating me like something fragile and liable to break by your hands. I don't appreciate-"

Yoongi's words cut off when Hoseok suddenly closes a hand around his wrist and tugs him away from the cell, and then before he can offer any complaints about that fact, Yoongi finds himself silenced for good by the soft press of Hoseok's lips against his.

Ab.

In his surprise, his fingers begin to go slack around the lamp's handle, but he is quick to rectify it when Hoseok's hand tracks a path along Yoongi's arm to close around those fingers.

The kiss comes slow, pleading, the taste of desperation on Hoseok's tongue as he licks into Yoongi's mouth and cups his face with his free hand.

Yoongi forgets his anger, lips parting in a ready gasp to deepen the kiss, eyes slipping shut, a curl of warmth breathing to life deep inside him. He leans into Hoseok, feebly reaching up to grasp the Captain's shirt as a shiver wracks through him. He loses time, not sure how long they remain like that; lips meeting in repeated, familiar greetings, fingers intertwined around the singular source of light in the darkness.

He only knows that when it ends he wishes it had gone on longer.

His breaths come a little quick and loud, a telling flush staining his cheeks, eyes wide with wonder and want. He leans into Hoseok's touch when the hand cupping his face begins to stroke his skin lightly, and something in his chest quivers, caves, when Hoseok brings their foreheads together.

"I'm not saying you can't handle this," the Captain begins carefully, his soft-spoken words dancing just a hair's breadth from Yoongi's lips. "I'm merely asking that you get some much needed rest. Today has been taxing- on everyone. So, do this for me, Yoongi. Please."

let me innnnnn

everytime i reread chapter 8 of silverstorm i think of the fact that i later wrote sope’s ‘swordfight’ scene from hobi’s pov and it makes me giggle

janie⁷ @edensope.bsky.social · 6mo ago

can’t use ellipsus either bc it can just decide to crash and nuke access to my 22.5k word document 😸🔫

fic so long and ongoing i made a separate folder to store all of its moving parts in

janie⁷ @edensope.bsky.social · 6mo ago

i wrote silverstorm, we’re so back so here’s a new snippet :]

True to his promise, however, Hoseok returns mere minutes later, entering the room as quietly as he'd left.

Yoongi gasps, sitting up at once, heart aching, scent sour with despair, a choked sound echoing perhaps a sliver of the multitude of grief clamouring in his chest.

"I'm here," Hoseok breathes out, going to him at once. And as he kneels into Yoongi's desperate embrace, he repeats those words over again, reassuring him, soothing him.

But Yoongi is inconsolable again. "S-sorry, 'm sorry, I tried... wanted to be strong, b-but please don't leave me, Hoseok-ah," Yoongi croaks out, fingers pressing hard into the other's shoulderblades, holding on as tightly as he possibly can.

it hasn’t fully sunk in but you guys im seeing bts for the first time in my 7th year of being an army 🥹

SEEING BTS IN PARIS WITH SEATED VIP SOUNDCHECK I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE

gonna be my first time ever trying for bts tickets tomorrow the anxiety is about to kill me fr 😭 does anyone know if there are rules about transferring tickets on ticketmaster, like if i bought for a friend and wanted to send it to them, is that allowed or no 🥹

the sope library @thesopelibrary.bsky.social · 7mo ago

helpppp ive been trying to lock the rest of my fics on ao3 but the little padlock thingy doesn’t show up even when ao3 says i’ve successfully locked the fic. is this a glitch or did they change things around so that the padlock doesn’t show up anymore ?

JWU THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER 😭

janie⁷@edensope.bsky.social · 7mo ago

🌨️A Promise, A Hope🌨️ 🌨️set in the mtdwh–verse, hoseok cons yoongi into spending the day with him, and the first snow happens to fall on that day. 🌨️6.2k, hoseok’s pov, canon–adjacent to mtdwh 🌨️ a gift from @sugahobis.bsky.social to @kissyoonseok.bsky.social 🔗 archiveofourown.gay/works/76926131

Emily⁷ ⊙⊝⊜ 🔴 𝔸ℝ𝕀ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔾@emyunks.bsky.social · 7mo ago

thank u, im glad u enjoyed it !

The Curious Case of Cupid & Loverboy by chaosinthemoonight @edensope.bsky.social archiveofourown.org/works/53454991 sope 67k Strangers and Idiots to Lovers Dancer and Basketball Player turned matchmaking hosts The pining is intense and literally everyone knows but them.

emotional SWAMP GOBLIN💫@jksgmeveryone.bsky.social · 7mo ago

hehe once again im glad u love it 🙂‍↕️

The Curious Case of Cupid & Loverboy by @edensope.bsky.social 💕 sope 💕 67.8k 💕 rated E 💕 fluff n angst, mutual pining, hs thinks he’s straight 💕 this is a perfect sope idk what else to say. also it has the tag “local himbo discovers bisexuality” archiveofourown.org/works/53454991

emotional SWAMP GOBLIN💫@jksgmeveryone.bsky.social · 7mo ago

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suga having a cat named sugar, fork found in kitchen

merry christmas, i wrote a short mtdwh drabble for the holidays 🎄🫶🏾 with art i commissioned from @koousagi.bsky.social ! (pt.1) #btsfic #janiescribbles

This was the first year they really got to acknowledge, much less celebrate the holidays.

In the past, there'd been too much happening, but this year, things had been thankfully quiet. This year, they could just be.

And so, Yoongi had decided to go out on a limb and try celebrating Christmas this time around.

He'd given Jimin a call at the start of the week to get his opinion; questions like 'was it a good idea?' and 'did he think Hoseok would be receptive to something like that?' were his main concerns during their conversation, and in return, Jimin had dissolved into laughter and told him to go ahead with it.

Undeterred by the younger's amusement, Yoongi took the green light as the sign he'd needed. He'd been thinking it over before calling and figured that at the very least, Hoseok wouldn't hate the idea of celebrating Christmas, but he'd wanted a sounding board just in case.

Even though he'd only had a week to prepare, Yoongi still had the chance to go all out; the perks of being the leader of the biggest crime family in the city were plenty, and he was sure he could pull whatever strings needed to create a blowout party if he was so inclined.

However, it was his and Hoseok's first Christmas, and as it turned out, Yoongi didn't have any inclinations to do something so gaudy, so he'd scratched that idea.

Next he'd wondered about having a get together with just their friends; the seven of them gathered by a fire with drinks, putting up decorations on a christmas tree, exchanging gifts perhaps... but no, even that felt over the top.

He was no stranger to feeling selfish, so of course he recognized the feeling when it stirred in his chest as he thought about having to spend their first real Christmas with anyone other than each other.

And so, he'd narrowed all of the grandiose gestures flitting around in his mind to an overly simple two-step plan.

An overly simple two-step plan that hardly needed any string-pulling, and yet suddenly seemed so daunting.

But he'd committed to it, and the time had come, so there was no going back now:

That fateful Christmas eve, he stood at the foot of the stairs, and met Hoseok, who'd only just woken up and was heading downstairs, most likely in search of him.

"Oh, there you are; you weren't in bed and—" Hoseok paused, taking in Yoongi's appearance. "Hm? You're dressed already, are we going somewhere today?"

Heat prickled under the collar of the long coat Yoongi had snagged from the closet and rushed to put on once he'd heard Hoseok's footsteps from upstairs.

This was the most mortifying thing he'd done in a long time, Yoongi thought.

"Not-" he blew out a soft breath and tried again, taking in Hoseok's bedhead and half-awake expression. "We...aren't going anywhere," he clarified, well aware of the rising warmth creeping up his neck. "Just. I got you something, is all."

This time, Hoseok appeared more awake, curiosity taking precedence over everything else. "What-"

Yoongi thrust forward the giftbag he'd been hiding behind his back before Hoseok could say anything more. He wondered, with a strange and sudden sense of dismay if he should have wrapped the item instead, but it was too late now.

Hoseok had seen the festive bag, furrowed his brow, and cleared the remaining three steps he needed to be face to face with Yoongi.

As he took it from Yoongi, Yoongi began, "I know you must not think much about the holidays, and usually, neither do I, but this year I figured we could... give it a try on a small scale, so I got you-"

With a brief rustling sound, Hoseok dug the green cardigan out of the bag, eyes bright with warmth. "You got me a Christmas present."

Yoongi's cheeks flushed redder on their own accord when Hoseok's attention shifted from the sweater back to him. And so, huffing, Yoongi started to say, "It isn't so much a gift, more than it's a-"

"...But I didn't get you anything," Hoseok murmured a little forlornly now.

Yoongi's eyes grew wide. "It's not really a gift,” he blurted out, perhaps a bit more bluntly than intended because Hoseok's expression dimmed a little more. "Wait no, it is a gift, but not like that...I mean it's not just yours-"

"Oh?" the other asked.

“…”

Fuck.

With a resigned sigh, Yoongi shucked off the coat he'd been wearing the entire time. "Jesus Christ, this is what I meant," he mumbled. "It's not just a gift for you 'cause—”

Hoseok's jaw dropped in genuine surprise. "Ohmygod, Yoongi, you got us matching Christmas sweaters."

Yoongi pressed his lips together, shut his eyes, fought the urge to hang his head, because yes, he had bought them a pair of couple sweaters for Christmas.

The process of revealing it hadn't gone as smoothly as he'd planned, and came at the cost of abject mortification, but it was done.

Step one of his simple two-step plan was complete.

my favourite hobby is going back to read the things ive written in the past and oohing at it bc idk where that kind of talent came from and im sure i will never write like that again

hiii im looking for BE jimin and ly: answer version F hobi 🙏🏾 #bcdtrade

it’s my birthday today yippee

it took 84 years but i prevailed 🥳

janie⁷@edensope.bsky.social · 8mo ago

updated cards ! #bcdtrade #bcdtrading

if u have moving cards for ot7, jungkook, namjoon, hobi or tae, trade them @ edensope #bcdtrade #bcdtrading

if u have moving cards for ot7, jungkook, namjoon, hobi or tae, trade them @ edensope #bcdtrade #bcdtrading

gay cat pin on my bag to remind me of him (yoongi)

baby’s first 6000 words

don’t ask me how many bath scenes there will be in this fic !! (the answer is /at least/ three, and the third one isn’t even technically going to be a bath scene) also there’s a vote on twt to help captain!seok decide what to do about his omega’s ask ↓↓ #wipwednesday #btsfic

He breathes in, grateful for the promise of warmth and the chance to get clean, but registers a sharp stab of panic the moment Hoseok's hand leaves his own when he steps past the threshold.

"Well then, I'll leave you to—"

Hoseok pauses, watching Yoongi's expression crumble into wild despair, catching the tang of bitterness in his scent.

Brows furrowing, the alpha presses his lips together, looking pained himself. Slowly, he asks, "What's wrong?"

Yoongi's throat bobs. He shakes his head once. Pleads, thickly, "D-don't go, I-"

He's scared.

"Don't leave me by myself. Please."

Relief trumps whatever feelings of impropriety might have bubbled up inside him if Hoseok had hesitated even one moment, but as it is, the Captain nods readily without a second thought.

"Of course," he says. "If that's what you want, then of course I'll stay."

Sucking in a shaky breath, Yoongi nods too, grateful.

"I'm just going to..." Hoseok gestures towards the door and trails off briefly as Yoongi divests himself of his bloodstained tunic while he heads further inside. "...Lock this," the alpha adds finally.

The sound of the door clicking shut meets Yoongi's ears a second later, and when he looks over his shoulder, the sight that greets him is that of Hoseok's averted gaze; he appears particularly interested in said door.

For a while, Yoongi doesn't quite understand why he feels even worse than he had moments ago.

He steps out of his trousers and undergarments and gets into the bath Hoseok had drawn for him, letting his thoughts wonder about the lavender petals floating in the tub-they're on a ship in the middle of the vast ocean, so where and how did the Captain acquire them?

Carefully, he cups his hands to scoop a few of them up, along with a handful of water. Shutting his eyes as he brings them to his nose allows him to pick up the faint scent of the flower, but even then, it's distant, faded.

Yoongi opens his eyes and spots a petal stuck to his wrist, laying next to a streak of dried blood that hasn't yet washed away.

His hands jerk and he plunges them back into the water at once, an acrid taste coating his tongue, eyes smarting as the image of the dying seawitch begins to play over and over in his mind.

Those shocked, fearful eyes quickly draining of life. The horrible choked gurgles. All the blood.

"Hoseok," he calls out in a trembling voice.

"Do you need-" Hoseok starts to turn towards him, then painstakingly averts his gaze yet again. "Ah," he says softly, blowing out a quiet breath.

"Do you need anything, Yoongi?"

Yoongi stares at him, heart twisting painfully in his chest. "...Why are you all the way over there?" he asks, throat bobbing.

"Why-?" Hoseok nearly sounds incredulous. "I am...trying to do the honourable thing, Your Highness."

Since when was Hoseok honourable?

"Bullshit," Yoongi mutters, dejection filling him to the brim. "You won't you won't even look at me now, and you don't want me ever since I..." he swallows tightly again, trying not to keep his voice from wobbling this time. "Ever since I killed "

Hoseok whips around now, wide eyes fully on him now. "That is not true," he practically growls, the first trickles of sweetness weaving into his scent, telling Yoongi he's displeased. Telling Yoongi he means his words.

Yoongi's chest heaves, and there is a clamant storm of emotions roiling inside him. "Prove it, then," he challenges.

Brows furrowed, Hoseok begins to ask, "What do you-"

"Get into the bath with me," Yoongi says boldly, heart thundering against his ribcage.