The Shadow;

the shadow;

∎ Okay, how the hell did this guy even get in? He is an enigma; he is just a shadow on the wall. He is often at events but you never really see him properly. He just kind of floats from group to group and does his thing. He never really sticks around for long, but never seems to bother anyone. Everyone loves him, but you don’t know how to feel about him.

∎ pairing: mark x reader.

∎ genre: angst; strangers to friends to lovers; mythology; SLOWBURN;

∎ warning; none.

∎ word count: 20k.

∎ summary: Sometimes coincidences are not what they seem. Sometimes it’s fate revealing its intentions. That is what happened when you decided to attend a conference after a little piece of paper lands in your hands by mistake. Sometimes life is not as easy as we think it is and the true meaning of it is hidden between the lines. Sometimes we have to look at the bigger picture to understand what is going on, to find ourselves and learn to live without regret. That’s what Mark taught you. That’s what you had to discover after the block writer’s hit you harder than ever. 

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This is amazing. I haven’t read a BTS fic in what feels like forever but this was the one for me. The longing is what makes this so great because it’s so palpable. The author is also just wonderful overall.

The Mark of Yun-Ki

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Hybrid/ABO AU  • Royalty AU • Fantasy AU • Daechwita AU

Summary: For a thousand years the tiger god Yun-Ki has marked the heirs of the Min Empire and thus only a marked heir can inherit the throne. When the beautiful daughter of the Min Emperor’s loyal warlord rescues a mysterious tiger hybrid from the imperial prison, she unleashes a secret that the throne would kill to protect. The young emperor claims to be the chosen heir… but who really bears the Mark of Yun-Ki?

Word Count: 8600

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: ABO/Hybrid sexual dynamics and mating, claiming/marking/biting, explicit sexual content, impreg, a brief mention of slavery, rut/heat sex

Content Notes: All flashback scenes are in italics. In this universe, being a hybrid has a distinctly spiritual/mystical connotation. 

Acknowledgements: This story was not easy to write, but… in spite of the (or perhaps because of it) I have never been prouder of anything I have ever written. It was definitely a new type of challenge and it took multiple people who are extremely special to me to bring it to life. 

To @ppersonna (Lindy) and @taetaewonderland​ (Donna) … You are truly beautiful souls. You encouraged me relentlessly, let me bounce ideas off of you, and continue to be such wonderful friends. You filled in the gap every time i doubted myself. You never let me think less of myself. I adore you. Thank you so very much. Truly.

To @lemonjoonah (Lemon) and @xjoonchildx …You saved this story. I grew frustrated with it so many times and you never ceased to provide brilliant insight into JUST what I needed to add or take away to really bring this world to life. You are lovely friends and the time you spent helping me build (and rebuild) this story have made it truly sparkle. Thank you for your care and fabulous friendship.

To @underthejoon (Fal) … You were a clear voice of wisdom and support when I began to face some significant challenges both online and in the real world. Your insight and advice have given me a much needed perspective time and again. Thank you for listening when I needed you. Thank you for supporting me when I struggled to write. And - most of all - thank you for you friendship. 

To my Angels in the BTS SMUT HUB… So many of you gave me ideas about this story and encouraged me to keep writing. When I really struggled, you sent me countless messages of support and love. You are truly my people and my heart is so full of affection for you. 

“Why is he blindfolded?”

The guard beside you shifted uncomfortably. 

“The Emperor ordered that his eyes be covered at all times.”

Your gaze traveled covertly over your surroundings, assessing the dimly lit chamber with practiced disdain. 

“Leave us.” 

“My lady, I cannot-”

“Do you know who I am, soldier?”

Your voice slashed through the air like an icy whip. 

“Y-yes, my la-”

“Then you know it is unwise to displease my family.” One jeweled hand came to rest dramatically on your chest. “Your daughter is not yet fifteen …it would be such a pity to orphan one so young.”

The soldier bowed almost too quickly. 

“I will be outside, my lady-” he bowed again and again as he backed toward the door, “I meant no disrespect-”

It slammed shut. 

Then you were alone… save for the notorious prisoner bound and blindfolded in the cell before you. 

He was clearly aware of your presence, but made no move or sound of acknowledgement, not even when your footsteps brought you to the very edge of his enclosure. 

“Prisoner AG-D2… name unknown… crime unknown…” your hand travelled up to your hair to withdraw a long silver pin, “no date of birth, no date of arrest…”

The prisoner jerked suddenly when the sound of your pin tripping the cell’s iron lock reached his unnaturally sensitive ears. 

His nostrils flared as an almost familiar scent - buried beneath a decade of fury and fear - curled through him. 

“Who are you?” he demanded.

The words were more of a growl than a question, but the only answer he received was the sound of his cell door creaking open. 

“Why are you here?” he tried again. 

Lonely silence greeted his query and he wondered idly if you meant to intimidate him. 

It will take more than that, pet. 

“I am here to tell you a story…”

The prisoner barked out an empty laugh at your strange reply.

“I love a good story,” he whispered bitterly. The corner of your mouth twitched a bit at his spirit. 

His clothes were worn, but well cared for and the body beneath them was sleek and strong. 

Wrists bound together, eyes covered… but still every inch the proud warrior. 

This was not a man accustomed to being bound. 

“You were not raised like the rest of our people… The tales of our customs and our gods were - deliberately - never taught to you…But it is past time that you knew of them.”

He grinned, granting you a wicked flash of razor sharp fangs.

“Are all the Emperor’s prisoners tortured with fairytales?”

“Charming,” you snorted, dragging a small stool from the corner of his cell. The prisoner’s ears flicked curiously at the sound.

“Aren’t you afraid of me, storyteller? What if I’ve been imprisoned for devouring beautiful women like yourself?”

You shook your head in amusement as you settled onto the stool.

“Have you devoured many beautiful women then?”

“Oh absolutely-” his grin took on a decidedly sinful slant, “but I doubt that’s why I’m here.”

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— dandelions 

header made by the talented: @neoct-zen 💖

when you’re looking at me, I’ve never felt so alive and free.”[song inspiration: “dandelions” by ruth b.

⇢ pairings: donghyuck x female!reader

⇢ word count: 11.7k

⇢ genre: childhood friends to lovers, neighbors, summer au?, non idol au, mutual pining, not really unrequited love, realized feelings, slow burn, lots of fluff and angst, soft smut

⇢ warnings: explicit language, sexual content, first time, fingering/oral and unprotected penetrative sex (f!receiving), soft dom!donghyuck, hyuck is a sweetheart, sweet sex

⇢ summary: lee donghyuck. your childhood best friend. the love of your life. you both had no idea of the infutuation you had for one another

⇢ a/n: I want to thank everyone who has given support on this, it means so so much to me as this is my first published fic on here. I’m happy yet also nervous for the turn out, I hope it met everyone’s expectations? The details in these weren’t the best or the grammar, but I’m content with what was completed. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!

smut warning added with two breaks!

At the age of 8, you discovered an empty grass field located down the street from your home. It’s grass that created an itchy discomfort against your skin, it’s surrounding flowers that were yet to be bloomed and swarms of mosquitoes that attacked your arms and legs - provided a sense of comfort in your life. Daydreaming from hours on end and watching the clouds drift by until the sun finally set, was how you spent most of that summer.

It wasn’t until two summers later that dandelions had begun to bloom on that very field.

When you brought home one of them, your mother told you that dandelions were a symbol of love. It’s said that by blowing off all the seeds in one breath, it meant that the person you loved - loved you back. But, if any seeds remained, the person you have feelings towards may reserve their affections for you.

There was only one person you loved, Lee Donghyuck. 

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I loved this. The development of the relationship was done really well especially from their first interaction together. I’m going to read part 2 immediately so that I can see the conclusion to this work of art.

the legend;

∎ Everyone talks about him. Literally. He is at every party you go to and he always has a great time. No, an amazing time. This dude is a legend. You hear about all of the crazy things this guy does; swimming in the river in the middle of winter? It was bet; his 24h keg challenge? Did it without giving it a second thought; and the senior girl he slept with when he was only a freshman? I told you, a legend. He is the guy every girl wants to take to formal, but no one actually has the guts to ask.

∎ pairing: johnny x reader.

∎ genre: fratboy!johnny; angst; smut;

∎ warning: NSFW (explicit sexual content); alcohol and drugs consumption;

∎ word count: 20k.

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READ PART II HERE. 

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Again, this series is so beautiful. The expression of the reader’s feelings in relation to her dancing is done so well and it makes me want to read this a thousand times over.

the jerk; pt. II

∎ This is the one brother that just is a real jerk. He’s the one that causes issues for the fraternity and other organizations because of his personal vendettas. Sometimes he’s even mean to his own brothers. He’s just a hard person to like as a whole, but maybe behind that façade of bad boy there’s something more, you just have to break it down to find out.

∎ pairing: yuta x reader.

∎ genre: angst; fluff; SLOWBURN!; strangers to…something; fratboy!yuta; ballerina!reader;

∎ waning: alcohol consumption; violence; abusive relationship with parents;  

∎ word count: 11.5k

∎ summary: the story comes to an end after Yuta’s accident. 

READ PART I HERE. 

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This is so adorable and I loved Jongho’s little speech about her.

Cake

Pairing: Jongho x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: A story in which best friends fake engage to try some cake.

A/n: Please please please let me know what you think! 

Jongho’s eyes squinted in a glare as his best friend kicked her feet up on his dashboard even after he yelled at her every single car ride. Her elbow was rested on the center console, phone in hand, and head gently rested on his arm.

“How many times do I—” Jongho began before getting cut off by (y/n)’s taunting.

“Don’t put your feet up on dashboard.”

He took his hands off the wheel for a few seconds just to flick her forehead. (y/n) hissed, jumping up to bite at his retreating fingers. This caused Jongho to flick her nose as well.

“Flick me again and I’ll drink your Americano.”

“You can’t even handle coffee without creamer…”

“Flick me again and I dump your Americano out the window.”

“Dump my drink out the window and I’ll leave you on the side of the road and you know damn well we are at least thirty minutes from your apartment.”

“Touché.”

Their relationship was an interesting one. That was for sure. Jongho loves her will all his heart yet was afraid of making a move. He loves the way she laughs, her sass, and just the light she brings to his life. They met at a café in high school and had quickly became friends. Now the two were pushing on five years together. The radio’s music cut out, ads airing. He swore he saw (y/n)’s ears perk at the first three words.

“Free cake samples for all newly engaged couples.”

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