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one of my favorite bits from chapter 10 from (as it was)(and all things end)
#asitwas
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JISUNG WITH BLACK WINGS
MINHO IN RUFFLES
please expect 10000 new #asitwas stories from me—MY BLACK WINGED ANGEL AND MY DEMON HUNTER
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fic promo collage hand held up to a broken mirror person in a hat with long black fringe over their face, in a black dress and black elbow length gloves sitting at a red table with a glass of wine and a book hand with black smoke above it a wall of hand mirrors Jeongin with blonde hair looking left Jisung looking forward and Seungmin looking up and to the left Minho sitting on a box in a black leather outfit staring forward reads: (as it was)(and all things end) there are some people, love, who are better unknown *talks about demons loudly in local diner*
// angels and demons, demon hunter Minho, found family, mild horror, happy ending
(as it was)(and all things end), E
93k words, COMPLETE
minsung, 2min, and 2minsung
#fics #asitwas #nsfwstay
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"Be careful, human… Some things cannot be undone."
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fic post collage a red and black demonic person, a red and black hand with claws, a person completely covered in a red shawl with their hand tilted and their arms crossed. someone laying on the crowd covered in shadows of hands. Jeongin in a red smokey room. Seungmin and Jisung in a red smokey room. Minho in a red smokey room. reads: (as it was)(and all things end), there are some people, love, who are better unknown. *talks about demons loudly in local diner*
(as it was)(and all things end), E
chapter 10, 19.5k - COMPLETE
minsung, 2min, and 2minsung
#fics #asitwas #nsfwstay
archiveofourown.org/works/480207...
“Minho, I will never do this again…because I will follow you to Hell, if I have to.”
“You would fall for me?”
“Have I not already?”
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last chapter of #asitwas will be finished today 👀
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Jeongin worries about the effect this is all having on Chan. Days have passed, and things have only gotten worse. Jeongin watches from the side of the large, open room as Chan sits before Minho, who is collapsed against the wall, chest heaving in heavy breaths, cleaning his wounds. Most are self inflicted from the few ways Minho has been able to get at himself; some come from the demon itself, twisting Minho’s body into horrific shapes; others still come from the chains or the excruciating exorcisms Chan and the others try to perform. For a moment, Minho seems lucid; Jeongin knows—they all know—this will only last for so long. “Ch-Channie…” “Ssh, I’ve got you,” the man murmurs, his brow tight knit in concern as he wipes away blood from Minho’s neck. “We’ll get you out of this, Min, I swear.” “It’s hurts,” their voice breaks. “My head…there are so many things in my head. It tells me so many things." Minho lets out a broken sob. "I don’t know what’s real, hyung.”
“This. This is real, Min. I’m here with you. We’re all here with you.” “I'm sorry, hyung. I know I fucked up, but please… Please let me out.” Chan's face twists with anguish. “You haven't done anything wrong, Minho—nothing. But…you know I can’t. I know you know that.” Silent tears roll down Minho’s cheeks. “Please. I just… I just want to go home.” Even from where he stands, Jeongin can make out the wobble in Chan’s lip. “I know, baby. I know. You will, soon.” “Hyung…” “Yeah?” “My soul is bound up in it. It belongs to it. We are one. Can’t you see that? I’ll never go home—I am home.”
Chan sighs and moves away as Minho lets out a dark cackle. “You’re not going to get them, demon.” Chan looks so much older to Jeongin in these moments, like the toll of this is aging him years each day. He mutters something, something Jeongin wonders if anyone else hears. "I love you, kid, more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything…so I will save you, one way or another.” The room darkens and everything begins to shake as if an earthquake is coming; bottles rattle in their cabinets, the shelves themselves threaten to fall over, and Jeongin is nearly tossed to the floor.
Minho writhes, their body contorting in their bindings, the chains binding their wrists and ankles clattering against brick and cement. “You think you can contain me, human? You think these pitiful excuses for angels and this worthless demon can keep me bound forever?” Minho eyes are black and his chapped lips pull back as he bears his teeth in a wicked, sickening grin. “I have been hunting for such a powerful conduit for centuries,” the demon hisses, the sound not unlike shards of glass rubbing together, “and I have finally found it. I have killed countless pathetic mortals and worthless demons to get to it—do you think I will let it go so easily? What will love do for you when this body contains so much power?,” the demon sneers. "Where was love the first time Minho and I met, hm? Will you abandon him again, Chan?" Minho laughs maniacally. "How does it feel, hyung, knowing you left him out in the cold to die—left him for me to consume?"
happy wip wednesday! a special peek at the present storyline for the final chapter of #asitwas
cw: possession, demons
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He makes it to the kitchen before the feeling creeps over him. Jeongin freezes, standing in front of his open fridge, his hand gripping tightly on the door handle, the light bright in his face. Something is…wrong. The air in the apartment is still, and there is a humid stench he hadn't noticed until now. He leans in and takes a few sniffs of the inside of his fridge—nothing. Jeongin swallows around the lump in his throat. There is someone—or some thing—in his apartment with him, he realizes belatedly. He can sense it. The feeling of it crawls over his skin. Jeongin strains his hearing, seeking out any sound other than the dull ringing of panic in his ears and racing heart in his chest. He saw it. Of course he had. But he had been too focused on getting to the kitchen to really take it in. His brain had registered it as something Normal, something that Made Sense. Just a stack of pillows, it had whispered in his ear, nothing strange.
The pull in his gut says otherwise. He wonders if this is even a fraction of what Minho feels in moments like this—what would he feel now? Would it have been able to sneak up on them? With another heavy swallow, Jeongin lets go of the refridgerator door, and slowly the light in the apartment disappears. Now it is just Jeongin and The Thing in the Dark. His legs feel like jelly and his chest hurts as his heart rabbits away, and yet he still manages to drag himself towards the opening that separates the kitchen from the hallway that leads, in one direction, to the bedroom and, in the other, to the living room. Jeongin stands in the hallway before it opens out into the living room; it's just a short two steps before he rounds the corner and there it will be—The Thing in the Dark.
happy wip Wednesday!! #asitwas final chapter is now 13.6k and nearly finished!!
have a little creepy wip as a celebration of bearing the end.
#nsfwstay
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Minho wakes up in the dark, their heart pounding in their chest, sweat coating their body, sticking their dress to their skin in a way that makes them want to scream. But he can't scream—if he screams she'll hear him. He can't move, his body frozen as he lays there. She's there…in the dark. Foreign shapes loom out there in the sea of inky blackness, dangerous icebergs warping, shaking as his eyes attempt to adjust. Minho swallows heavily, their breath coming out in shallow pants through their open mouth. His tongue is sandpaper and his skin crawls with microscopic creatures, feasting on his fear,on the feeling—the knowledge—of being watched. They lay there, on a worn couch that sags beneath their weight, shivering in the sweltering unknown. When had it gotten so dark? Where is he? In their terror and panic, they can't remember how they got wherever here is. All he knows is…she is there. "Minji," he calls, voice barely a whisper.
As if that was all she had been waiting for, a shape forms above him on the low ceiling. Hands claw into drywall, dropping dust onto his face, which sticks to the sweat dripping from his hairline. Minho's breath picks up as her hair falls, cascading like a black curtain shielding her from him. That is…until her face twists down to peer at him, a horrific smile on her face. "No," they whimper. "You're dead. You've been dead for years. You're not real." Minji's smile stretches wider, gruesome. "Minho," she whispers, giggling softly. "You left me there… If I am dead, it is your fault." "No," Minho sobs quietly, "no, I tried." "Failed," she whispers gleefully. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I–" "Failed," screeches, crashing down on top of him, her hands around his throat. "You did this! Your fault." Black spots bubble across his vision as he gasps for air, unable to move, frozen, as her hands wrap painfully around his shoulders, shaking him.
happy wip Wednesday from a peek at the final chapter of #asitwas
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“What would you do, angel, if I died?” Jisung blinks rapidly and stands up from where he’d been kneeling in supplication between Minho’s thighs. “What..?” Minho’s chest rises and falls, their bare tits exposed and skirt pushed up around their waist in the back of an old church, as they contemplate their own demise. It’s not a morbid question, not really, he thinks; it’s not meant to be. He’s just…curious. The sunlight peering through the stained glass windows color Jisung in beautiful hues of pink and orange, making his honeyed skin warmer—they can almost feel the heat. “What would you do if I died? Or, I suppose, when, because I will die some day. How quickly would you move on? Is there someone else already?” Jisung staggers backwards, brows furrowed in what Minho can only assume is anger, mouth agape. “What is that supposed to even mean, Minho? I- Of course- Of course there is no one else. I’m not just dating a hundred different humans across space and time all at once. What… What would I do..?” The angel looks like someone has punched him in the stomach, taken him by surprise. Minho doesn’t quite understand, but— “We’re dating?”
The angel blinks at him. “Is that really where you want to take the conversation you started?” “I suppose. Why not? You brought it up.” Minho smiles coyly and leans their back against the cool cement wall of the church. “Are we..?” Unable to help himself, Jisung’s brow smoothes and he’s clearly biting back a smile as he shakes his head and comes forward. His hands plant themselves beside Minho’s head, caging him in as he leans in, lips hovering above the other’s. There’s no breath against them, but Minho is used to that by now, mostly. “What will I do when you die, and your soul is taken by that…snake..? What will I feel? Is that what you want to know?” “You’ll feel something?,” Minho asks, his breath catching in his chest. Jisung looks at them in confusion. “Of course I would feel… It will consume me whole. It will eat a hole in me so massive, there will be little of me left, I fear.” He leans in and brushes their lips together. “I’ve rarely done such a thing with anyone,” the angel whispers, “and I think I shall never do so again…”
“You don’t mean that,” Minho scoffs with no heat behind it, wide eyes shining with desperation that didn’t exist when the question was asked, but maybe has always existed from the moment they met. “Minho, I will never do this again…because I will follow you to Hell, if I have to.” “You would fall for me?” “Have I not already?”
hello, have a lil sunday sip of #asitwas final chapter minsung
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"Minji-ssi? Would you like to take a nap? Or we could take a walk around the garden?" The old woman mumbles something under her breath as she rocks back and forth on her heels, her nose touching the reflective glass each time she leans forward. It sends a chill up Jeongin's spine. "Minji-ssi..?" "There's a man in my mirror." A bucket of ice water falls onto the crown of his head, the frigid waters roll down his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "I'm sorry?" "There's a man in my mirror," she says again, a gnarled finger reaching up to point at something.
Slowly, Jeongin walks furhter into the room, arching a path around the bed towards where the woman is standing facing the wall, his heart pounding in his throat. He's no stranger to an odd comment from one of his elderly patients, but there is something here, something wrong—Jeongin can feel it. He swallows heavily as he approaches, moving as though through thick, sludgy quicksand, his legs trembling with the effort, until he finds himself behind Minji with his eyes closed. Just look. You can do this. You can be brave. Sweat drips from his hairline, rolling down his neck. Jeongin takes a deep breath and counts to three. One… Two… Three…
#asitwas final chapter wip
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Pflugerville, TX! You guys were amazing! Thank you to everyone that showed up! If you were there, let us know which song was your favorite.
#asitwas #harrystyles #ezband #makeitnorteño #fyp
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promo collage for my as it was chapter, ft. images a dark, sooty hand reaching out and touching a bare hand whose finger is turning black; a figure shrouded in black with red eyes, drops of blood; someone with long hair kneeling over a book with a candle to the side; jisung with his head in hand; minho with bruised cheeks looking up into the distance; seungmin leaning on a large chess piece. reads: (as it was)(and all things end) there are some people, love, who are better unknown. "talks about demons loudly in local diner"
// demons, trauma, mild body horror, hospitalization, homelessness, blood, misgendering
(as it was)(and all things end), E
chapter 9, 14.1k
minsung, 2min, and 2minsung
#asitwas #fics
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"Be careful, human… Some things cannot be undone."
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He's not really sure when it happened, when his feelings began to change. They're unsure if the other feels the same way, is capable of feeling the same way. But…when Jisung holds his hand when he's nervous about going to his last year of school or when he was scared to tell his family that they don't actually have two daughters…it feels like maybe, just maybe, the angel might have begun to think more of them as well.
He's not really sure when it happened, when his feelings began to change. They're unsure if the other feels the same way, is capable of feeling the same way. But…when Jisung holds his hand when he's nervous about going to his last year of school or when he was scared to tell his family that they don't actually have two daughters…it feels like maybe, just maybe, the angel might have begun to think more of them as well.
5k into chapter 9 of #asitwas
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| Maybe your shivers are small An ocean of ice and frostbitten toes Whales sing the sad songs beneath my feet And a girl with long dark hair Lies between them at ease Death comes driving through Saying "Son, take a seat" I'll say "Only if you're heading to The Hell she made for me" |
| Maybe your shivers are small An ocean of ice and frostbitten toes Whales sing the sad songs beneath my feet And a girl with long dark hair Lies between them at ease Death comes driving through Saying "Son, take a seat" I'll say "Only if you're heading to The Hell she made for me" |
#asitwas chapter 9 begins...
lyrics from Made For Me by Bambara
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promo collage for my as it was chapter, ft. images of a person covered in a black shroud, many hands holding a tangled red string, a hand reaching out with black smoke coming from the hand, a hand reaching out for a mirror and showing its reflection. Minho with slicked back hair with a larger image of himself behind him, mostly his eye. Jeongin with white, wavy hair holding onto chains hanging from the ceiling. Jisung and Seungmin in suits, sitting on the ground and posing. reads: (as it was)(and all things end) there are some people, love, who are better unknown. "talks about demons loudly in local diner"
// demons, trauma, mild body horror
(as it was)(and all things end), E
chapter 8, 12.4k
minsung, 2min, and 2minsung
#asitwas #fics
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It's like being blissfully unaware a picture is crooked until it's brought to your attention, and then it is all you can see.
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"As It Was" de Harry Styles en Norteño, en vivo desde el Shell Energy Stadium.
#asitwas #harrystyles #ezband #makeitnorteño #fyp
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"Do you think..?" Minho stirs in a warm embrace, from where they'd begun to drift off. "Hmm?" "Do you think you'd ever forgive me?," Jisung asks quietly, his lips brushing over Minho's forehead. They let out a heavy sigh and roll over, nuzzling further into the angel's chest. He thinks for a moment, his fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo painting honeyed skin. Minho presses their lips to a freckle that doesn't have to exist and yet the angel makes it so every time, and they wonder, absently, if it's so that they will continue to leave such a kiss every time they're together like this. "I… I don't know, Jisung, but…" He hears the heavy swallow the angel takes. "But?" "But this is me…making peace, I suppose. Some things can be true at the same time, even if they seem to conflict with one another. I don't know if I can ever forgive you, and I know that, right now, there is nowhere else I'd rather be…"
a little minsung wip for #asitwas chapter 8
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Unsure why the angel is blushing, he watches as Changbin pulls a blanket hastily over his lap, covering up what appears to be a pair of very short shorts. It's only then that Jeongin notices both of them have rather ruffled hair and a faint flush. "Oooh. I was interrupting something, huh?" "I dunno what you mean," Chan squeaks before rushing to the kitchen while Changbin watches him go, a fond smile on his face. "Want something to drink, Innie?"
Unsure why the angel is blushing, he watches as Changbin pulls a blanket hastily over his lap, covering up what appears to be a pair of very short shorts. It's only then that Jeongin notices both of them have rather ruffled hair and a faint flush. "Oooh. I was interrupting something, huh?" "I dunno what you mean," Chan squeaks before rushing to the kitchen while Changbin watches him go, a fond smile on his face. "Want something to drink, Innie?"
little binchan from chapter 8 of #asitwas for channie's bday :3
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"I…" Changbin sighs and sits down on the couch. "It's complicated, Min." "I'm intelligent." "I'm not saying–" The angel rubs his hands down his face. "You know I was Chan's guardian once, right?" Minho nods, their brow furrowing. "Well, I… I earned a fair bit of black feathers during that time," he chuckles. "See, I was a few ranks higher than Jisung at the time, and so I was under a lot of scrutiny. But I was…drawn to Chan, to the things he was doing and stood for, the wreckless bastard. He got himself into a lot of scrapes and close calls back in the day, and more often than I should have, I intervened in ways I shouldn't have. It got me put on a watchlist, I later came to find out, which is how I was eventually flagged for…for digging around in places I shouldn't have." "What places? Why?" Changbin stares at them for a long moment. "I was looking into why some things were being allowed to happen without divine intervention. I didn't realize I was poking my nose into something far bigger than I could have ever known. When I was approached by my higher-ups, I was told I could choose: be demoted and have my memories altered quite severely, or…be exiled." "And you chose exile—why?"
chapter 8 snippet of #asitwas
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promo collage for my as it was chapter, ft. shards of glass with an eye reflection, hands hold puppet strings, many hands reaching out, the word angel upside down, Felix with angel wings, Jisung and Seungmin sitting together, and Minho with bandages wrapped around his fingers. reads: (as it was)(and all things end) there are some people, love, who are better unknown. "talks about demons loudly in local diner"
// demons, horror, mild gore, minor character death (parents)
(as it was)(and all things end), E
chapter 7, 7.5k
minsung, 2min, and 2minsung
#fics #asitwas
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"What fucking good are you, then?"
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“I told you last time we met that I had taken a special interest in you and your…case,” Felix says, a small smirk on their lips as they watch Minho fume in their own seat across from them. “A number of years ago, I was assigned a task—a human of my very own, to watch over, of course. To…influence, I came to learn. He was small, scrappy, sweet in a bit of a naive way. Unlike some angels, however, I like to keep my distance with my wards.” Felix straightens out their suit jacket with a knowing smile on their face. “Jeongin,” Minho says in reply; it’s not a question. “Correct.” “Minho,” Hyunjin warns with a hand on their wrist, “not in here. We’re talking–” “Something the two of you seem to do quite often,” Minho sneers. He knows he should feel a bit of shame at the flicker of hurt in the incubus’s eyes, but he just can find any such thing in him at the moment. “What did you do to him?” Felix sighs. “I didn’t do anything to him, human, calm down. I just…did some things that caused other things to happen such that perhaps he did or did not do something in response.”
morally gray angel Felix, I love you
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