#celestialyoongi

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre: Celestial!Yoongi and Fluff.

Prompt:Sometimes, being a fallen star is a heavy burden, especially when their sole purpose is to grant wishes. Such a thing is beyond his control now.

The hardest part about being a fallen star, a granter of wishes to the one person in the entire universe that he is completely and utterly infatuated with is watching her do precisely that when his feet are planted on the earth she once watched him from, a human being holding the remnants of what he once was, lacking what he was capable of doing. It is the worst, observing her lips purse in the way they would before she whispers a strong hope, a desire that trickles passion through her veins, a wish dancing on the tip of her tongue until the pinch in her brow defines a soft crease against her skin, her eyes flicking conspicuously across the room to where he sits, gazes, another thin blade of defeat gliding ice through his heart while she feebly attempts to pick up her falling expression.

“I am luckier having you here in my arms than watching you shine up there,” she would always murmur against the dip of his throat, or when the lobe of his ear was tucked between her teeth. “I am so, so lucky.”

Though that sight, the image of realisation arising like a sunless dawn upon her features, dark and desolate, banishes her comfort from his thoughts, makes her touch run bone cold across his skin.

She arrives home today with an envelope weighing lead in her palms, an expression of sick concern twirling about her irises as she approaches his relaxed posture upon the suede sofa. The insignia of her college is embellished in the top left corner, making his stomach stir with that urge, that obscene desire to press luck into her pores, between her teeth, underneath her nails, though he internally deflates yet again at the remembrance of knowing he cannot. All because of his selfish desire to live through to the end of his days with her.

“Yoongi. Kiss me.”

In spite of himself, Yoongi blinks in a slight daze of confusion, resting his chin upon her shoulder and drawing gentle fingers up her tensed spine. “Kiss you?”

Tilting her chin to look at him, he melts a little at the humour that replaces the hint of worry, her rosy lips a mere inch from his, and he is already running his tongue over the lower of his own.

“Kiss me,” she murmurs again, though she is the one to cross the short distance, dipping down to catch his mouth against her own in soft embrace. At that, Yoongi can feel the familiar prickle of gooseflesh rising up the nape of his neck that insinuates the dim glow of his hair and limbs, enticed by the taste of her as she parts her mouth just that little bit wider, encouraging him to deepen the indulgence of faint peppermint that laces her breath, cinnamon, laving over his tongue in a delight that has inauspicious nausea that wracked his frame just moments ago dispersing entirely. Rather, focusing on curling his fingers underneath the plush skin of her thighs, lifting her until she rests upon his lap.

The muffled tearing of paper goes unnoticed by his hearing, pinching his brow as he concentrates on the sensation of her satin lip between his teeth that draws a velvety moan from her lungs until she is placing a palm against his chest, separating them and ultimately leaving him with a dull frustration. There, as he sweeps his thumbs over the rose petals that bloom on her cheeks, tucking delicate flyaway strands behind her ears, her eyes skim the now open document, unfolded between their laps, the corners fluttering with the nervous shake of her fingers. But then, a gasp is stuck in her throat, a palm flying up to her lips and Yoongi swears to every entity in this universe that there is nothing more beautiful than the sight of her elation, wide-eyed and wondrous, lips pulling into a gorgeous smile behind her fingers.

“I-I got into the program,” she stammers in a breath, dropping her hand so she can cup his jaw, resting her forehead against his own. “Oh my god, I really got in!”

Speechless, all Yoongi can think to do is crush her against his chest, holding her so tight that neither of them can barely breathe but such a thing struggles to occur when they are within distance of each other anyhow, forever having their air taken away by love. His lips pull into a smile so wide it hurts, planting kisses among the roots of her hair, rocking their entwined bodies when her shoulders shake with quiet tears, drowning in her own euphoria.

“I’m so proud of you,” He whispers right against her ear, kissing there. “So, so proud.”

Untucking herself from beneath his chin, she hastily wipes at her teary eyes, pressing her mouth to his own for the briefest of moments. “You know, this is thanks to you know. Your kisses are full of luck.”

But Yoongi shakes his head. Because no, no, this was not his doing at all, not in the slightest. Taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger, he dusts his lips against her cheeks, nose, whispering words that settle on her flushed skin with the truth.

“No, baby. This one was all you.”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you are not too fond of the dark, though it helps when you have a boyfriend who glows like Christmas when you kiss him.

This is the third blackout of the night, and to say that it is beginning to bother you is a slight understatement. Not because such a matter means you literally cannot see the study notes that you are reviewing, and not even because it means the kettle is useless, thus making another coffee for however long the third bout of lights out will last completely out of the question.

No, it is more to do with the fact that you are not overly fond of the dark.

As the lamp upon your desk flickers and dims, lifeless, you hear the television that Yoongi is most likely not paying much attention to cut out as well. The apartment falls uncomfortably silent, save for the slight shuffle of the Celestial man on the couch, adjusting his limbs while he lightly naps. For the past ten minutes of your revisal, you had been wishing to go out and join him, curl into his side and forget about your studies, rather focusing on mapping the tiny constellations that dust his cheeks–

Hold on.

“Yoongi,” You tentatively call into the shadows that seem to curl towards you, flicking their black tongues and making you inch closer to your desk in an attempt to escape.

There is a grunt, followed by a few light thumps of the soles of his feet before a much larger one sounds, banging from his hip, which encourages a string of soft cusses in Celestial. Only a moment later is he by your side, already having seen him through the dark once he entered the room with his sprinkle of glittering, silver freckles slowly making their way towards you. He stands beside your swivel chair, spinning you so that he can grab your hands and hum a light yes?

“Come here,” Your voice almost sounds like a whine, quiet and desperate, making him chuckle gently before he allows you to bend him down and connect your lips.

Short and sweet, utterly delightful nonetheless. He tastes of the hot coffee he had been sipping on for the past hour, warm as he brushes the tip of your tongue with his own before he is pulling back with a reluctance that closes over your throat, lightly pecking you once before completely retreating. Now, he faintly glows, dimly illuminating your pout at the loss of contact.

“Satisfied?” Yoongi hums, standing straight, stretching his arms above his head after the spine twisting position.

“No, not yet,” You get to your feet then, fingers weaving into the cotton of his shirt and pulling him into you once more.

The kiss, this time, is much more fervent, mouths parting wide, his hands slipping beneath your thighs to place you atop the desk. You draw him close, ankles locking behind his knees, claiming him as your own when your teeth mark his lower lip in a bite that elicits a growl from the depths of his lungs. Although your closed eyes, succumbed to your personal shadows, light begins to bleed into your lids, prying at your lashes until you finally open them to find the boy almost completely illuminated by a dull glow that shimmers alike the stars against the blanket of night, trapped beneath his skin, hidden in his bones.

He seems to sense you staring by the grin that he now kisses, opening his eyes, at last, to narrow them at the questionable expression upon your features. You look accomplished, satisfied – winner, winner chicken dinner.

“Wait,” Yoongi mutters, drawing back from your mouth, entirely glaring. “Did you only want me to kiss you so I would light up like a goddamn Christmas tree?”

You do not even need to respond, your face completely giving you away within an instant. Laughter bubbles in place of your voice, spilling into your lap as Yoongi hangs his glowing head back and groans loudly. Then, without further warning, he bends his knees so that he can lift you up and off the desk with a shriek, slinging your torso over his shoulder.

“You want me to light up this whole damn house, human?” He calls back to you, trooping your bodies towards the bedroom. “Then I fucking will!”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre: Celestial!Yoongi and Fluff.

Prompt: The one thing that the stars never learn is how to kiss one another. So Yoongi is lucky that you are a very good teacher.

Yoongi, with silver eyes of starlight gazing right at your pouting, rosy lips, frowns. He has you perched on his lap, his tiny human, looking utterly adorable and he is completely defenceless yet-

“I don’t understand how.”

A combination of a sigh and a groan rolls from your throat, fingers weaving through his glittering locks, smiling at the way he nuzzles into your palm like a feline. “Come on, I am sure you have seen me do it before.”

He gets grumpy at that, instantly retreating from your caressing hands to send you a scowl. Woops. “Yeah, plenty of times. I am sure you are quite the expert now.”

“Jealous?” You grin, swooping in and pressing a delicate kiss to the stars that dot his cheeks. They shine brighter, encouraging him to look away in a fluster and you swear that you can feel your heart melt in the slightest. “Oh come on Yoongi, if I am such a master at it, then I am sure I can guide you just fine.”

The Celestial remains silent for a moment before finally obliging, because you had been right, definitely goddamn correct when you asked if he had ever wanted to kiss you. Thousands of times, absolutely millions. He had watched you from the nebulas above as you would accomplish anything, as you would sit and cry, as you would smile at the night with an expression of hope and every single time, he had just wanted to lace his light around your waist and kiss you entirely senseless. 

Then, he was only a star strung up in space, incapable of doing such a thing. But now, in a human body that he claims to despise but is quietly grateful for because it means he can touch, hold, kiss you – he cannot even bring himself to do it, simply since he does not know how.

“Fine, fine,” Yoongi breathes, straightening his back with a newfound determination. He leans forward and quickly dusts his lips against your own, pretty and light and shooting electricity up your spine. The briefest of touches already makes you both feel utterly dizzy, drunk with exhilaration. “There, see. Are we good now?”

“Nope,” You hum, cradling his jaw with gentle palms. “You did it wrong.”

Then, you are the one to lean in, shaping your mouths together. Yoongi freezes entirely for a moment and you patiently wait, your lips simply resting against his before he is softening like clay, warming beneath your touch and relenting to the delightful sensation that is your tongue meekly gliding across the rosy flesh of his mouth, teeth following in suit as they lightly nibble the flesh. He moans softly into you then, wrapping his very human arms around your very human waist in order to have you closer, deepening the kiss to his desire, tasting every sweet, delicious crevice of you. Kissing him feels like gliding through galaxies, stepping on stars, swimming through nebulas, and you simply cannot get enough of it.

When the pair of you finally separate, catching your breath, you notice that his skin is shimmering as if sprinkled with star dust, his silver hair softly floating with the illumination, dancing in the air. He appears completely dazed with his gently swollen mouth, the shine of glass that glimmers against his iron eyes, intoxicated by the way you drew love from his lips with your own, evoked it with the flick of your tongue.

A quiet chuckle escapes you, sweeping the pad of your thumb over the tiny constellations that flicker in freckles across his blushing cheeks. “Yoongi, you are glowing.”

And in return, he smiles, closes the distance between you both once again. There is no hesitation, this time, his voice low and loving as it slips against the grooves of your lips.

“So are you.”

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you discuss a time of your life when Yoongi was still a star, and he interjects with a memory of you from when you were younger, though he has still not told you yet of the fact that he has watched over you since you were born.

The kitchen is overwhelmed by the mouthwatering aroma of roast beef, steaming away while you continue to marinate vegetables in olive oil and herbs, tossing them in a tray to join the sizzling meat in the oven. Yoongi, all the while, follows you at the heels like a lost puppy, watching with amusement and interest as you cook for the pair of you, showing him how to cut an onion, peel a carrot. In the meantime, you speak of a past that he knows all too well about after having watched over you since you were a little baby, but that is something you are still yet to learn. You only know that he had granted your wishes, sprinkled you with pinches of luck, not that he had clapped his hands in a nebula when you took your first steps, had watched you through happiness and hardships.

“God, my parents were close to putting me up for adoption at that age,” You sigh, continuing your story about how you were the definition of Satan at the age of four, embodied in little limbs and a constant scowl. “If I was not having a tantrum at the centre of a supermarket, I was either breaking something or wreaking havoc into the sunset.”

Yoongi chuckles, leaning against the counter and staring up at the splintering cracks in the ceiling, recalling the fond memory. “I remember that you were a tiny storm. But although you made yourself out to be the reincarnation of the devil himself, your parents still loved you.”

At that, you halt the process of wiping your hands on the tea towel, instead staring at your silver haired boy with sudden scrutiny, eyebrows pinching together. Realising what he just accidentally spilled, Yoongi snaps his eyes away from the plaster and averts his gaze to you, wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You place your hands on your hips and he tries to not laugh at how ironic the posture is, resembling the child of the story you were only just sharing. “How do you know that?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

“Yoongi!”

He pinches your side as a method of distraction, making you yelp and bat him away with a floundering hand, a pretty pout forming on your lips that he wants to kiss. So he does, a much more efficient procedure to take your mind off the reminiscence that had fallen from his tongue, the memories he supposedly should know nothing of.

“Yoongi,” You groan into his mouth, feebly attempting to push his roaming hands away. “Confess your sins.”

“Right now,” He grins, flicking open the button of your jeans and quickly unzipping them. “I am sinning right now, little human.”

You should stop him, attempt to weasel the truth out of the stardust boy. But when he is touching you like that, making you quite literally see galaxies painted across the backs of your eyelids, oh – how could you ever hold him back?

Pairing:Min Yoongi / Reader.

Genre:Celestial!Yoongi. Fluff.

Prompt:When you do something adorable and it has Yoongi absolutely glowing with happiness, because that is what stars do, is it not?

Sleep is a foreign concept to a man who once never laid his head to rest, forever wide-eyed and watching a girl immerse herself in an activity that held her in a world of dreaming for hours on end. It takes Yoongi some time to adjust, finding that his human body gradually becomes weighted with lethargy once a full day has stretched by, encouraging him to climb between crisp white sheets and you, wrapping his limbs around your cosy warmth and the aroma of lavender that would come from his nose nestling into your neck. But although it were a newfound luxury that he had thoroughly started to adore indulging in, he often found that watching you sleep was more rewarding than closing his own eyes.

The sunlight this morning catches your skin ethereally, painting it with golden glow and rather making you appear as the celestial. Your lips are softly pouted, dried out roses that puff patient exhalations of air in time with the gentle rise and fall of your chest. An occasional stir grapples your limbs, has your fingers curling feebly through the air, thighs shifting against one another and nudging your knees to his own. You look so beautiful, his human, with hair tangled in braids of sleep, spread across the pillow like a storm that he finds himself wishing to be lost in, consumed by.

As though he were thinking too loudly, disturbing your slumber, your lashes start to peel lethargically apart. Only half awake, your glazed, bleary eyes find him before your spine arches in a stretch, coming down into an adorable yawn.

“Yoongi…” You mumble, rubbing the heel of your palm into your sleepy eye before you bring it up to his cheek, smoothing your thumb across the brightly shimmering freckles that are splayed there. “You are shining brighter than the sun, and it’s only eight in the morning.”

What you had thickly spoke was true, for his skin is glimmering a beautiful shade of silver, his stardust hair glowing, the strands drifting slightly in the still air. He smiles down at you, and even his pearl white teeth seem to shine, basking you in an ethereal light that has you drawing your limbs closer, pressing your torso against his own, allowing the speckles of stars to rest in the dip of your neck. Mouth still wide in a grin, he exhales warmth, raising tiny mountains up your throat and encouraging you to wrap your arms loosely around your star turned human boy.

“Am I not allowed to be happy at eight in the morning?”