Yoongi Was A Warrior In The Queens Army, Brave And Loyal To His Duties Even If That Meant Protecting

“Yoongi was a warrior in the Queen’s army, brave and loyal to his duties even if that meant protecting Her daughter, who can’t stand his presence in the slightest and who more often than not uses him as her way of taking out her anger. As one fateful night forces them to survive together, they soon need to learn how to live with each other.”

Pairing: Warrior!Yoongi x Princess!Reader 

Genre: Fantasy, e2l!AU, Smut

Warnings: LOTS of plot & worldbuilding, violence & fighting, wounds, deep hatred in the beginning, she is mean in the beginning but character development happens dw, slurs, cuddling for warmth *wink wink*, loss of virginity, they are both virgins fyi, kissing, missionary in a cave, Yoongi likes kissing her boobies and neck, Yoongi’s hands, also blonde Daechwita!Yoongi because he deserves his own warning

Wordcount: 21.7k

a/n: I always start one of these stories, thinking that I can’t love it more than the other ones, and I always end up proving myself wrong. Writing this story gave me so much JOY omfg please I would literally give my life for warrior!Yoongi. Also I know, I know :( it is once again so freaking long, but please :( give it a chance, I promise you that you will get lots of plot and Yoongi for your patience :(

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Yoongi heard the whispers and felt the eyes on him. They all knew where he was going and what was going to happen.

The princess had a fight with her husband.

The news spread like a wildfire this morning, reaching Yoongi by the evening. He had just returned from the Queen’s hunt when one of her servants told him to see her in her chambers immediately.

She was furious so they said before wishing him strength.

Yoongi felt nothing as he made his way to the princess’ chambers. He walked this walk a hundred times before. What was to come doesn’t faze him anymore. It was the whispers and stares, which never became easier to bear, no matter how often he climbed the stairs to her chambers.

Yoongi knocks twice. He doesn’t expect an answer and so he enters.

“You sent for me Your Highness”, he announces himself, falling to his knees in an instant. He places his sword before his knees, keeping his head lowered.

“Where were you?” she spits.

“I was out hunting with your mother.”

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Found and Lost

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Angst, slight fluff, e2l, soulmate!au

Rating : nc-17 

Warnings : Swearing, major character death, mentions of attempted sexual harassment, mentions of being in an accident, jjk is a good boi

Wc : 2.3k

A/N : Thank you @joheunsaram​ for making such a pretty banner for me in such a short notice!!! Also thank you @taegularities​ and @heejinnien​ for being my amazing and adorable betas~ NOW LISTEN I GOT THIS FIC IDEA FROM A DRABBLE RID ASKED FOR guess who tf beta’d it? that’s right! the one this fic was for 🤡  My clown shit aside, I hope you guys like this one~ Also please let me know if there’s any correction to the warnings, I still struggle with wording shit right. As always, feedback is always welcome!! <3 

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the maze to you

summary: turns out you won’t be getting the storybook soulmate journey you were promised when you have a dream of a boy named Kim Taehyung at a frat party. 

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

genre: soulmate au (the one where you dream about your soulmate) | angst

warnings: mentions of college parties, descriptions of an erection, i know it just says angst but it’s a happy ending :-) i would never hurt u guys :-)

word count: 9k

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Ever since you were young, you dreamt about the promise of sharing your life with the person the universe deemed as the best fit for you: your soulmate. Given the type of world you grew up in, the type of world your parents and grandparents and every other generation inhabited before you, this isn’t a difficult notion to comprehend—the universe created soulmates and a pretty foolproof way of showcasing when the connection between aforementioned soulmates was established as well as a way of helping the individuals figure out how to gather clues needed to find each other.

It used the minds. Or, more specifically, dreams. The dreams didn’t allow soulmates to speak to each other through means of communication, however, and instead used dreams as a way to allow soulmates more in-dept glances into the lives of their other half. The dreams simply showed the experiences underwent during the day, allowing the soulmates to disclose information on themselves or do anything to share who they were in a way that could bring them together. Soulmates could do anything from sharing their city or pieces from their past or a house, drawing pictures or sharing names across sheets of paper—when trying to share one’s life story within the time frame of a few REM cycles, the sky was the limit on what people would do.

You know all about the extent to which people would go for their soulmate. After all, you like to think of yourself as the byproduct of many happy and determined people who would do anything to reach their partner. Things like sharing cities or writing names across the skin of their arm? Yeah, your parents use to pull shit like that all the time when they first started getting the dreams. They were so set on finding each other, so determined to meet as soon as they realized what was happening that they wasted no time. They found one another with ease, just like your grandparents and every other story you’ve been told since you were capable of understanding the idea of soulmates and love and the desire to have that in your life as well.

Ever since then, you would spend an endless amount of hours hoping and praying and wondering when your time was coming, when you were going to get your dreams and your signs from the universe that your soulmate was actually out there. Waiting for you. Just as you were waiting for them.

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iridescence.

↳ he colors your life from day one.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | angst | soulmate!au ◇ 7.2k [1/1]

notes: so i’ve been stupidly busy this weekend but i promised myself i would get this damn fic out before february 18 is over in my timezone even if i fucking died trying so. here it is. [sidenote: i still can’t believe it didn’t occur to me to write a birthday fic for hobi until literally ten days before. i’ll be more on top of things for yoongi’s birthday. hopefully.]

but anyway. happiest of birthdays to our sun, jung hoseok! this is so fucking soft and a little angsty and honestly i just love hoseok? so much? he deserves the whole damn universe. 

You are twenty-three when color finally begins to seep into the monotonous gray of your world. Brown becomes the first shade you see, rich and dark and alluring. 

At first glance, the sight doesn’t register—the blistering heat of the paper cup in your hand distracts you from the way color floods the coffee within, trickling across the circular expanse. And then you think that maybe it’s a trick of the light, or some kind of hallucination. Maybe you’re having a stroke. 

In the next second, you are gasping, your coffee cup falling to the ground and spilling everywhere. But you can’t be bothered with the wet mess or the grumbling people queued behind you in the café, because you can only stare at the young man behind the counter, his twinkling eyes the same warm shade of brown as the puddle of coffee on the floor. He is looking at you in dazed amazement, as if he can’t quite believe that you’re real. But when you remain rooted firmly in place, a dazzling smile spreads across his face. “It’s you,” he breathes, his tone bordering on reverent. 

Your gaze flickers down to the badge pinned to his chest, taking in the loops and curves that make up his name. “Hoseok,” you murmur, tongue curling around each syllable. “Hoseok.” 

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the light keeper’s daughter | jhs (m)

A/N: written as fulfillment for the july house games at @bangtansorciere  ❂ To The Lighthouse      ⁂ Hosted by: Professor Bee @inkedtae through @bangtansorciere​ AU Type: Trident’s Tides (soulmates) Themes: God/Goddess (goddess reader); Secret Relationship Kinks: clit biting; pain kink; size kink; masturbation; degradation; overstimulation; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing

↝ Creative Content Contributor: @jamaisjoons​ for this incredible banner. its literally so stunning ;~; ↝ Pairing: Lighthouse Keeper!Hoseok x Goddess of Light!Reader (oc; female) ↝ Genre: soulmate au; secret relationship au; gods/goddess au; mentions of an arranged marriage; heavy angst; smut; romance; pining ↝ Rating: NC-17 | 18+ ↝ Summary: For years, you’ve kept your relationship with Hoseok a secret. As the daughter of the God of Light, you are destined to marry anyone who slays the beast in the Gloaming Isles in your honor. When that day finally comes, you go to Hoseok to tell him your relationship must end and you are set to be married. One last time, Hoseok reminds you no one will love you as eternally, as enduringly, as he. ↝ Warnings: explicit sex; explicit language; pregnancy; unprotected sex; creampie; masturbation; clit biting; oral sex (f receiving); pain kink; size kink; overstimulation; light degradation; a brief handjob; impreg kink; dirty talk; cum play; panty sniffing; crying; biting; marking; scratching; brief mentions of blood ↝ Word Count: 14.7K        ↝ special thank you to @softyoongiionly​ and @kithtaehyung​ for reading through this and being amazing betas! if there are any mistakes left over they are absolutely my own and the fact that 98% of this was written while sprinting owo

Looking at Hoseok, you think, is exactly like being struck by lightning. Which is to say, every time, all the time, looking at Hoseok means you feel him everywhere, all over and all at once. 

Inside the lighthouse, there is no escaping him. 

Pressing your back against the rough concrete of the small light room, you tilt your head to the side as the totality of Hoseok’s warmth, ardor, and fidelity blossoms over you. He flowers deep in the nodes of your lungs, your breath constricted as you take him in, studying the curve of his lips, the slope of his nose, the way he wears the night as though he is the stars.

In the distance, waves rush to the shore, kissing the land with the same enthusiasm you wish to be kissing him, only to pull away from land; the water shy, anxious of the earth’s response to its affections. Over and over, the sea rolls like thunder. Every now and then, the light that spins overhead refracts downward, illuminating the blood that has rushed to his cheeks. Flushed, his lips part as he processes the words you have just told him, all red and red and red with understanding.

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polaris.

↳ somehow, someway, he always returns to you.

◇ hoseok x reader ◇ fluff | smut | time traveler!au ◇ 11.5k [1/1]

⇢ shoutout to the lovely and talented @whimsicalliethereal, who made this stunning moodboard! thank you so much, cara ♡ 

notes: omfg planning and writing this fic was the biggest headache, but it’s finally done! i’ve been editing this thing for the past seven hours and i am going to lose my mind if i have to stare at it anymore, so here it is. i’m hoping it’s not super confusing, but please do drop me an ask if you have questions!

happiest of birthdays to the brightest, most beautiful man in the whole world!!!

warnings: some smutty stuff.

[You are 8, he is 11]

The world is small when you’re a child. At the ripe young age of eight, your entire world stretches not far beyond the little grassy yard in front of your house and your favorite swing on the school playground, and the most important problem you’re currently facing is whether or not you will be sitting with your best friend during lunchtime on Monday. With the way Namjoon is so blatantly skipping out on your scheduled playdate today, you’re pretty sure that leaving him to sit by himself for the next week would be entirely justified on your part. Maybe even the next month, if you decide you’re feeling particularly vengeful.

Pouting, you open the front door and gaze longingly at the sidewalk leading up to your house. It’s approaching three-thirty by this point, and there’s still absolutely no sign of your best friend. Hopefully, you peer down both sides of the street, craning your head to see if you can spot Namjoon’s dark head of hair bobbing your way. He only lives two blocks away, after all. But the sidewalks are empty, and he is nowhere to be found.

Stupid Namjoon, you think to yourself. There’s no way he’s going to have the pleasure of your company at lunchtime now. No way.

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