Fated | Masterlist

Fated | Masterlist

fate feɪt/ verb past participle: fated be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way.

You love each other, that much you knew. Unfortunately, fate would dictate that either of you belonged to another. There is a difference between who we love, who we settle with and who we’re meant for. But, was that the case for everybody? Or were you always fated to be together?

Status: Completed

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Pairing: Yoongi x You

Part 1 | Timing is a B*tch

Part 2 | Bond

Part 3 | Unwanted

Part 4 | Decisions

Part 5 | Hurt

Part 6 | They Deserve To Know

Part 7 | Promises

Part 8 | The Beginning of The End

Final | Soulmates

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» you come in waves - a jeon jeongguk drabble

Jeon Jeongguk - BTS

words - 4k

genre + warnings - smut, werewolf!au, there’s angst if you close your eyes a wee bit and turn the fic upside down, oral (f receiving), pool sex, handjobs, scenting, werewolves aren’t known in this universe

soundtrack - normani ft 6lack, waves

It’s a lazy midsummer’s afternoon and the humid air is pasting itself on to Jeongguk’s skin. He leans backward, relaxing against the poolside chair that he didn’t know existed until Seokjin dragged it out from the dark depths of their storage unit. His legs are draped down the sides of the chair, stretched far apart, an optimum position for aeration. Which is desperately needed because he feels like his balls are gluing themselves together. It should be impossible for the temperate to rise like this, yet here he was, sweltering in the thirty-four-degree sun. It didn’t help that his own body temperate ran higher than most peoples. Not even ditching his usual plain white shirt and going commando beneath the swimming trunks he’s sluggishly adorned was aiding his situation. Jeongguk had quickly come to the startlingly realization that summer sucked. A lot. 

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No. 0330 | myg

+ pairing: myg x reader

+ genre: a lil fluff

+ words: 3.4k

↳ description ~ a lost umbrella and no. 0330 - the key that leads to yoongi finding you

a.n. ~ supposed to be a mini drabble but turned into something more but ehhh. inspired by the umbrella story; time-stamped 34:56. also the term  ‘imo’ in the story refers to an elderly/older woman restaurant owner, got that bit of korean in there, lol, enjoy!

It was a dark and rainy day as Min Yoongi reluctantly stepped outside onto the wet pavement in front of his company’s building. He glanced around unexpectedly witnessing the gray atmosphere in front him. Letting out a breathy sigh, he coarsed his fingertips through his hair.

You see, a few days had passed since he last decided to leave the comfort of BigHit’s building, his most recent days often being spent holed up in his studio writing music whilst endlessly eating cheap instant ramyeon in front of the dimly lit screens of his equipment’s monitors. Thoroughly enjoying being alone, he knew that at some point in time he would have to succumb to leaving the dark, cramped pits of his studio to go out to catch some fresh air.

Staring upwards watching as the once opaquely white clouds gently dissipated into the sky above him, he couldn’t help but hinder the tinge of annoyance that peaked within him just because out of all days, why did it have to be like this?

On one hand he was relieved at the thought that maybe no one was out to even bother to recognize him, while on the other hand, he absolutely hated the fucking rain.

This in mind, he made the quick decision of preferably grabbing a quick bite just to come straight back. After all, it was only a few blocks down from him on a weekday, nonetheless. The harshness of the rain led him to believe that the chances of places being crowded were light.

With a last ruffling of his ash-silver hair and tucking it underneath his bright orange beanie, he took a step forward feeling the sprinkles of rain leap onto his skin as he untangled the white headphones that he grasped out from within the pocket of his creme-colored down coat,  making his way out into the gloomy streets of Seoul.

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•▨ The Choice ▨•

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Pairing: Bastard Prince Min Yoongi x Virgin Reader

Genre: Fairytale/Fantasy AU • Smut • Fluff • Angst

Word Count: 7300

Rating and Warnings: (M) for mature themes, innuendo, and sexual content • injury • loss of virginity • mention of a side character being too rough with his lovers • 

Special Thanks: A huge hug and a ton of love goes out to my FIRST EVER beta reader (and tiger king wife) @xjoonchildx​. • Also thank you to (my other tiger king wife) @ppersonna​ and (actual angel) @joonglows​ for giving fabulous encouragement and listening to me whine. 

Author’s Note: Hello @shadowsremedy​! Remember that one time 300 million years ago when you sent me this prompt for the WYR game? So this story happened… I hope you like it! Sorry it took for-actual-ever. 

• ▨ ▨ ▨ ▨ • ▨ ▨ ▨ ▨ •

a lady born of fire and light

within her blood runs holy might

she must forge her lover’s throne

destroy what once was set in stone

her maidenhead shall be the sign

For from her springs the true king’s line

First Prophecy of the Current Age, Kingdom of Norlandria

• ▨ ▨ ▨ ▨ • ▨ ▨ ▨ ▨ •

“My lady… I think you may have the wrong room.”

The cloaked figure seated serenely on his favorite chair - in his bedchamber - simply tilted her head.

“No,” your lips twitched in subtle amusement, “I am exactly where I meant to be.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened.

“Here? You meant to be here - in the bastard prince’s sleeping quarters?”

“Yes.”

Your eyes met his with cool defiance. Yoongi felt his body stir in response - as it always did when you were near.

Gods this is a dangerous woman.

His hands clenched into fists.

“My lady -” he emphasized your title deliberately, “you cannot be here.”

“And why is that, Min Yoongi?”

It’s been years since he heard his name on your lips and he was utterly unprepared for the effect of it - utterly unprepared for the sharp shot of pleasure twisting low in his belly or the heat that curled up his spine. 

Only the dull fingernails digging painfully into his palm kept his reactions in check.

“Have you forgotten who and what you are?”

Emotion flared in your eyes for the briefest moment.

“No. I have not forgotten.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning back against his large wooden wardrobe with a dismissive scoff.

“Clearly you have, so it falls upon me to remind you that - as the only daughter of our high priest - a child of prophecy - and the sacred virgin bride of the future king - my brother - you have no business-”

“I am not here for your brother,” your voice cracked like a whip, cutting off his condescending tirade with pointed intent, “I am here for you.”

Yoongi felt the deep stirrings of fury boil up in his blood. He stormed forward, slamming his fist on the desk beside you.

“Is this a trap?!” he growled viciously, “Some sort of elaborate ruse cooked up by my brother to lure me into treason?”

“No-”

“Then are you trying to get us killed?!”

“Yoongi - please - listen-” you reached out to grab his sleeve, but he was too fast. He caught your bare wrist in his hand and you both froze.

It was the first time he had ever truly touched you.

It was the first time anyone but your parents and your handmaidens had ever truly touched you.

Gods she’s soft.

The thought flashed through Yoongi’s mind before he could stop it, stoking his anger all the more.

He swore loudly and yanked his hand away.

“Do you not comprehend that even being in the same room with you alone is a death sentence? You cannot come to my quarters in the middle of the night wearing -” the words choked in his throat as his eyes dropped below your neck- “spirits and saints preserve me - WHAT are you wearing?”

“A nightgown.”

“I can see it’s a nightgown woman - er my lady - but the fabric-”

You nodded pleasantly, “It’s the finest in all the land.”

Yoongi opened his mouth. Closed it. Then opened it again.

“It’s completely see-through.”

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➜ Note: 

The following linked work is protected underneath this license. 

Ongoing: ✏, Completed: ✓

➜ Kim Seokjin

A Lovely Little Mess Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Epilogue(M) ✓ #allm asks | drabble

↳ pregnancy au, friends to lovers au | fluff

➜ Min Yoongi

His First Love Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8(M) Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Epilogue ✓ #hfl asks | inspiration/ost

↳ vampire au, reincarnation au | angst

It’s a Reverse Basket Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 ✏

↳  basketball au | fluff, slice of life

➜ Kim Namjoon

Suspended Soul

↳ ghost au | angst 

City Lights 

↳ strangers to lovers au | fluff

➜ Jung Hoseok

The Treasured Thief

↳ ceo reader au, arranged marriage au | fluff

➜ Park Jimin

Paradise [M] 

↳ drabble, husband au | fluff 

Starburst

↳ extra-terrestrial au | fluff  

A Wilting Rose Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Epilogue ✓ 

↳ actor and actress au | angst/fluff

Origins of the Park Blues

↳ prequel to the doctor blues universe | fluff

➜ Kim Taehyung

Catching a Case of the Doctor Blues Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Epilogue ✓ ccdb asks | in the making

↳ doctor/surgeon au, enemies to lovers au | fluff, slice of life

➜ Jeon Jungkook

A Germ-Filled Celebration 

↳ drabble, birthday fic | fluff

Swapped

↳ body switch au | fluff/crack

A Lone Wolf’s Howl Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11(M) Part 12 Epilogue ✓ in the imajining

↳ werewolf au | angst

One Bad Case of the Jeon Sniffles

↳ sequel to the doctor blues universe | fluff  

➜ OT7

The Gateway to Your Heart

↳ magic shop au | fluff

➜ Extra 

One Year Drabbles 

Come Home - Part 1

Themes: Poly!BTS, Hybrid AU

Warnings: none that I can think of yet

Word Count: 4800

A/N: So I have ABSOLUTELY no idea where I’m going with this. I got the inspiration from reading other hyrid au’s here and just starting writing. I haven’t written outside of school in years, so it might be a bit messy or not make a lot of sense. I have a rough plan of what I’d like to do, but no set timeline for when I’ll post new parts, or even how many parts there will be. If you read this, I really hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Run.

Don’t stop.

You can’t.

If you stop, he’ll find you.

For nearly a month these were the only thoughts swirling your mind. Keep moving. Find food. Keep moving. Rest. Keep moving. You only realized how long you’d been free from your master when the night air started to chill with the changing seasons. You wanted desperately to stop, to just rest. Eat until you were full and sleep for more than an hour. But you couldn’t risk it.

It was pure miracle that you had escaped at all. For five years he had treated you cruelly. He had bought you from a hybrid trader, who had stolen you from a breeder. You remembered the day he bought you, wearing a mask of kindness, promising a loving warm home. As soon as the door shut behind you in his home, you knew it would not be what you so naively dreamed of.  He only wanted a trophy. A rare hybrid to parade around his rich friends when he hosted large events. Keeping you in the barely lit, barely warm basement when there was no one around to boast too.

A month ago you finally found your chance to escape. He was drunk. A business venture of his had fallen through and he was angry. So he came down to the basement, forgetting to lock the door behind him as he always had before. He wanted to hurt you, to take out his anger on you, this time in a way he never had before.

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