Edge Of Forever [BTS Space!AU}

Edge of Forever [BTS Space!AU}

BTS Space!AU [ ♧   ✪ ✿ ☆ ❂ ☾✘ ]  “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players:  they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays  many parts, his acts being seven ages.” The stage is set and the  stars are the guide for the lost souls that have congregated to one  point. A fixed constant in the universe for others to discover and  fulfill their wishes but will it come to ruin for others?

Pairings: BTS X OC (s) Genre: BTS Space!AU Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language

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Chapter 17- The Ghost Woman and the Hunter

Calling on your sins You're here in my dreams A desert place I'm not alone

Jin was on his last nerve. His absolute last one and it was all because they just had to go back towards the creepy caves where ancient people used to live and possibly use sticks as their form of technology. The doctor’s house was out in the middle of nowhere and quite near the ruins of a former city that the locals quite literally called Hell. He would rather deal with the pirates and the dangerous vacuum of space than have the possibility of demons or some sort of apparition possess him out under a rock.

However, they had no choice in the matter since Nyala was getting patched up by him. Yoongi had a few slashes, being treated for exhaustion and other things while Namjoon was helping Jimin with his parts. It surprised him greatly when he saw the scene upon their arrival to help, trying to figure out which was more shocking: the fact that Yoongi had 9 guys incapacitated or that Jimin had tore through the rest of them. He supposed that after being alone like that for so long, in their line of business--one had to adapt or die.

The same could be said of the rest of them.

He was no warrior himself but he did have a few tricks up his sleeve, as did Yoongi and Jimin. Though, the same tricks didn’t work out quite as well for Nyala. He looked down at her form, still not assured that she was fine. The doctor, who’s name was Hoseok, had gone over and over again with him that she truly was fine now. He’d believe it when she opened her eyes and walked around a few paces. The doctor was quite a quirky one, almost like Jimin--except louder.

But at least he appreciated the kind way he moved around the others. Jin noticed things that the others couldn’t quite see, mainly the little things like he would always stand to Vairuit’s left because he had a louder voice than the others because she tended to swing with her right hand when startled. Jimin would stare off into space when he was tired or hungry, blinking several times in a row when thinking about it. Now he noticed that the doctor always gestured wide and sidestepped everyone as he let them into his space.

Big gestures, keeping everything open while he talked. That was something that he noticed but the main thing he noticed was that he and Namjoon were alike. When they were focused on something, their entire attention was on it but outside of that--they were bumbling fools.

Already they’d had to banish Namjoon from the house to keep him from destroying everything. He’d dropped things on everyone’s feet and nearly stabbed himself with something of the doctor’s. Jin was just used to looking after Jungkook and his curious hands, now inherited a whole bundle of others in the process. To him, however, it seemed right that he did. Still, regardless of who he inherited--, there was one thing that needed to be done and it couldn’t be done without the man of the other hour. Some of them soon migrated outside to join the Engineer, finding him over towards the edge of the land as he stared at the ruins.

“You think that we were drawn here for a reason? Back to these ruins since we just came from this way?”

The question was posed by Namjoon when he turned to meet the ones that came out from the house. He was barely a philosopher but the thought struck him when he was stuck outside, to admire the beautiful--if not creepy-- view of the area. There was a pregnant pause, one that seemed to stretch out as Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook all took a good look at what he was talking about. The edges of the ruin poked out from the caves, almost inviting them in but Jin was more concerned about other things than the caves of death.

“Yeah, we came to get a doctor. Which... Jimin, Vairuit and Jungkook are going to stay here with Nyala while we go up to the ship to get our girl up and running.”

Namjoon took one last look towards the ruins and shrugged, giving into Jin’s words as he now had something to do besides ponder on what lay ahead of him.

“This is a pretty nice piece of technology. The way that they integrated the biological aspects into this android is almost...unnerving.” Hoseok commented as he reviewed the data with Namjoon. “I can see why you would need me, she needs just as much care as a doctor as she does mechanically. We are going to have to resuscitate her first before you put in the other components, to make sure her body can handle it in the first place.”

Jin and Yoongi watched the pair work, the countdown for resuscitation finally starting. The four of them grew increasingly nervous as the seconds passed, Yoongi having to put a hand on Jin’s shoulder to keep him from pacing. The lights on the now extended cylinders were flashing at an even slower speed as the robotic voice counted down the seconds. Once they reached the 20-second mark, they dulled until it hit zero. They all stepped back and watched as a flash of light came from them, sending a shock to the body that was curled up there. It shocked several times and each time, the body twitched as the nerves came alive. They could see it on the hologram of her anatomy, things lighting up where they were previously gray. The last shock lasted longer than the others as it forced the programming to react, slowly standing her up.

Her eyes weren’t fully open and alive yet but she was up, her muscles getting used to the gravity.

Path Project Command Input: What seest thou else in the dark backward and abyss of time?

Her head shot up, registering the words that were said and her eyes opened wider as they showed the dull green that still didn’t look alive to the others. She took a breath, shaky but deep as she moved her mouth like she was speaking another language silently. The robotic voice paused before continuing.

State your designation and operate.

“I am LRL0723. Designation: Lirael. Operation in progress.”

With that, the android’s eyes finally shone with the correct light as she registered everything and everyone there. Before she could speak another word, she wobbled on her feet as everything started to sink in for her. Jin reached over and grabbed a blanket to wrap her up in as Yoongi stared, open-mouthed at what happened. Namjoon just barely caught her while it took a moment for Hoseok to come to his senses. Jin wrapped her up as best as he could before he noticed that there was something wrong with her. Tears leaked out of her eyes as the pain caught up to her in that form, no longer in a state of limbo. It was difficult for her to walk due to the damage to her legs and parts of her chest, her whimpers piercing the silence that had settled in the room.

“Why does it hurt?”

She cried that sentence over and over again as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Hoseok finally had to sedate her to keep her from the pain, hoping that it would help long enough for them to fix her. Her crying settled down as she relaxed, the drug reaching into all of her systems. Namjoon picked her up and placed her on one of the hospital beds in the infirmary, a place they had temporarily set up in when they activated her. All of them looked at each other before getting back to work, all of them having to act fast before the sedative wore off.

The path before you is one walked before.

The path before you is one betrayed for.

The path before you is one of good intentions.

The path before you is Heaven and Hell.

A golden path, one her feet joyously walked. There were others that were on the same path but they all came from different directions. All of them merged ahead of them and spiraled up, up into the abyss. There were different points along that path that glowed like stars, each of them having their own energy and called out to them with different voices. Yet, somehow the voices all sounded familiar--as if they were all different tones of the same one. There was one voice, so close yet just out of reach.

It was as if the answer was right there in front of everyone but nobody could speak it yet. She opened her mouth to answer the question posed to her but the feeling of cold water seemed to splash across her body. Waves against her feet, she turned around and saw her home planet with the others waving at her. Nyala thought to go back to them but the voice repeated its question.

“What doest thou seek?”

Nyala woke up from the dream with a gasp, the voice still ringing in her mind. It was like someone had spoken the question right in her ear, someone that just woke up and reached out to her. Jimin sprang up from his perch and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pushing her back down onto the mattress. His warm eyes bored into hers, reassuring her that she was safe and sound as the memories came back to her. The attack, why she had originally left in the first place and why they were even there.

She opened her mouth to ask the questions but he silenced her with a finger, a slight smile curling on his lips. Vairuit was snoring in the corner, nothing even bothering her as Jungkook looked on. He kept a tight watch on his surroundings but if the Mao wasn’t bothered, then there wasn’t anything to be worried about.

“Nyala, everything is fine. We found a doctor and they’re up in the ship now to do what it was they were going to do. I need you to rest, which is also the doctor's orders.” He touched her face again but this time he used his abilities to tranquilize her again. If she could, she would have smacked him for doing such a thing again but as the room got hazy--she felt a set of lips on her knuckles, warmth spreading from the area and into her hand. It was a nice feeling and one that she held onto dearly as she fell into a grateful and peaceful sleep.

Admins! It's me, your ~secret bunny~. I hope you are all doing well this week. I'm so excited for you to see what I've been working on. Just a heads up--I'm might be on the late side of gift submissions, but I assure you, it'll be worth the wait. In typical Mochi fashion, I do have a question today--What's your favorite word that you feel is sorely underused? (Mine is "Somnambulant" 😴)

Hey Mochi! I am looking forward to what you have in store for us. I'm not ready. None of us are. But yeah, I think my favorite word would be "visceral". I know I don't use it enough and I probably should. In fact, I'm making a mental note to use it in my next big fic project. - Admin E

I want to say my favorite word is 'antidisestablishmentarianism' simply because my grandmother brought up that word when I was a young. It makes me giggle and brings fond memories of other conversations. I don't know if I'd write something serious enough to use it tho. - Admin T

“Macabre”. Mainly because people tend to not use it for what it really is. I mean, sure it's cool and edgy but the sense of the word is what matters, not someone's emo ego. - Admin L

Heya! I came across your blog recently and really love your work - especially No Words- it's so well written and intense- exactly my cup of tea and I can't wait to read more!! I wanted to know if you follow a specific schedule for updates for it? istg I check on it every single time I open tumblr :D Also, if you have a taglist for it, plzzz add me, thank you!!

Howdy!

First of all, welcome to our chaotic corner of Tumblr! I normally, sorta kinda, attempt to post on the weekends with No Words. But, I've been sick for a good moment so that has thrown things off.

So for the moment, No Words is on a bit of wonky pause. But, I will most definitely add you to be tagged upon the next release.

Depending on how the week goes? I think I'll be double posting at the end of the week - tentatively.

But, I thank you for loving my mess of a story! Please give love to the Mafia story Make it Right and our sci-fi/outlaw star au with Edge of Forever!

Look forward to all the things, stay happy and healthy!

-Admin T

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,060

Chapter 30: N.O

“Who do you think is the one who makes us step on even our close friends to climb up? What?”

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“Check,” muttered Namjoon, his fingers leaving the Rook he’d slid up the board.

Shownu smirked, pressing a hand to his chin as his eyes scanned the board while pondering his next move.

The rain fell relentlessly, splashing along the pavement and roaring loudly. Even against the double paned glass, the noise was only barely muffled. Namjoon lifted his cup of coffee from the saucer, crossing one leg over the other as his eyes focused on Shownu’s expression. He continued to look at the board, his brows knit together in focus and refusing to let any outside noises or movements interfere from his thought process.

Exactly three months had passed since the two of them were together; alone. The few moments they brushed by one another was in passing and usually in the company of their bosses. In those instances, neither spoke a word to each other. Neither did their bosses. Their eyes, however, spoke volumes each time.

Shownu moved his Bishop in the path of Namjoon’s Rook, blocking the check. Namjoon set the cup down, eyeing the board as his opponent sat back in his chair. If he overtook his Bishop, his Rook would be devoured by Shownu’s Knight.

“Your warning,” he began, watching Shownu’s eyes rise to meet his, “does it mean you haven’t wrangled your boss like I suggested?”

He watched the older man smirk while giving a one shoulder shrug. “Ambition is a powerful thing, Namjoon-ah.” Shownu paused, placing a hand into his lap. “You should understand that fully.”

“There is also a thing called restraint, Hyung.” Namjoon reached forward for his teacup.

“Changkyun-ah’s offer wasn’t a bad one.”

His fingers paused just as they were about to loop through the cup’s handle. Slowly, his eyes rose to look back at Shownu whose smile remained. Namjoon chose to say nothing, however, waiting for him to continue.

“With your ambition alone, I wanted to believe you would convince Hoseok-ah to agree to the alliance.”

Namjoon’s hand fell to the surface of the table, resting just to the right of the wooden chess board. His brows furrowed as a few tendrils of his hair fell across the bridge of his nose. Shownu turned to look out the large window, watching the pedestrians running to cover their heads with what few items they had on their persons to shield themselves from the rain. Namjoon’s gaze was fixated on Shownu, watching as the man seemed to turn something over in his mind.

He may have been a lot of things, but Kim Namjoon was no fool. This conversation was the real chess game.

“Money and manpower? They only go so far. But respect?” Shownu smirked, craning his neck to look back at Namjoon. “Respect gains loyalty. Loyalty equals power.”

“What Changkyun-ah wants is meaningless.” He saw Shownu’s smile falter for half a second. Namjoon decided to press it further. “He wants another war and it will result in absolutely nothing. My brothers and I chose this life as a means to an end. That end has come to pass.”

Shownu quirked a brow. “Has it ended?”

Namjoon took the white knight piece, moving it forward to overtake a black pawn in the middle of the board. “What do you mean?”

There was a space of silence that unnerved Namjoon, his fingers lingering on the head of the knight as he looked across the board at Shownu. Glinting in his dark gaze was an expression he couldn’t read. But one thing was certain: it was clear Shownu knew something that Namjoon didn’t. That certainty made his spine shiver.

“Five years ago, the Golden Jackals established themselves as the rulers of Gangnam. The Jade Fangs were eyeing that district for a while, and yet it was clear you would not let anyone else have it. Your determination to destroy anything and everything, everyone, who dared to stand in your way was apparent.” Shownu faced the window once more. “It was raining just as fiercely that night…”

Namjoon tried to figure out what he was trying to say, reading between the words. There was a deeper meaning there, a meaning he wasn’t saying out loud. Not completely.

No, he thought, frowning as his hand lifted from the chess piece, he’s warning me about something. A subtle threat…

He heard Shownu sigh, his arm lifting to rest on the back of his chair. He continued to look out the window while Namjoon, in turn, refused to take his eyes off his opponent.

“You willingly threw the keys to your kingdom away. You disbanded your soldiers and walked away from the protection of the shadows,” he heard the older man say. “Your once impregnable castle is falling apart from lack of care.”

Namjoon felt a lump form in his throat. However, Shownu shrugged and closed his eyes. Finally, he turned to look back at Namjoon, his smirk returning to his features as he slowly raised one brow.

“Stepping into the light has made locating your weaknesses that much easier.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he watched Shownu’s hand shoot out to grab the black Queen, sliding it up the board through Namjoon’s defenses. He slammed the piece down onto a white square, his smile growing. He looked down at the board, realizing seconds too late what happened.

“Checkmate, Namjoon-ah.”

Jumping from his chair, the legs scraped loudly across the floor. A few patrons of the café stared at them, wondering what happened. They’d kept their conversation quiet up until that point – hidden away from prying eyes.

His heart jack-hammered against his ribs, making it difficult to breathe. Namjoon’s hands curled into fists at his side and he watched Shownu stretch languidly against his chair. There was a smugness there that normally didn’t showcase itself on the older man’s face; not in all the years he’d known him. Namjoon missed something. Something small but obvious. Yet he’d still missed it. Both on the game board and in their conversation.

“…what have you people done, Hyung?”

Namjoon’s phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, seeing Jungkook’s name appear on the screen. Not taking his eyes off Shownu, he answered.

“Jungkook-ah,” he said, attempting to keep his voice as even-tempered as he could, “what’s up?”

“Hyung, where are you?”

He frowned. It sounded like Jungkook was in a vehicle. “I’m in Sinchon. Why?”

“It’s the Jade Fangs, Hyung. They…they attacked Eden Noona!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened for half a second before narrowing them severely at Shownu. “… what? ” Though unintentional, it came out as a growl. “Where?”

“In Sichon! She’s at the hospital with Raelyn Noona now.”

Pivoting on his heels, he turned away from Shownu. “How badly is she hurt?”

He could hear Jungkook’s voice shaking, as if someone were trying to calm him down. “I…I don’t know. Raelyn Noona just told us what happened and said to hurry to the hospital. She didn’t have time to tell us anything.”

“Who is with you right now?”

“Jimin and Tae Hyung. T-Tae Hyung is driving.”

“Text me the hospital address. I’m on my way.”

Without waiting for Jungkook’s reply, he hung up and whirled around to face Shownu who was methodically putting the chess pieces away while folding up the board. Namjoon resisted the urge to lash out and cause a scene. However, he took a single step forward – enough to close the distance between them.

“Shownu Hyung,” he said through clenched teeth, “you just made a big mistake.”

“No, Namjoon-ah. You did.” Shownu placed the board into the carrying bag he’d brought with him. Rising to his feet, he slid the bag strap over his shoulder. “You all did.”

His hand snapped out, snatching Shownu by the lapel of his jacket. In response, he felt the other man’s hand encircling his wrist, his fingers and thumb pressing hard into Namjoon’s flesh. There was a pinprick of pain near the nerves at his palm, but he only acknowledged it with a twitch of his eye.

“You can’t erase the sins of the past. You can’t run or hide from it.” Namjoon attempted to pull his wrist free but Shownu held strong. “And neither can the people you’ve entangled in your lives.”

As if he were tossing off a piece of trash, Namjoon felt his hand being shoved off to the side. He glared at Shownu as the older man readjusted his jacket.

“Legality means nothing if you don’t have the power to safeguard that which belongs to you.”

It was as though his very words had knocked the wind out of him. Namjoon had nothing to throw back at him. All he could do was watch as the Bear of the Jade Fangs casually walked out of the café without so much as a backward glance or a cluster of parting words. Even as he saw him unfurl his umbrella and step out onto the sidewalk, melding with the other civilian bodies, Namjoon couldn’t muster up the energy to chase after him.

He’d been careless. They’d all been careless.

Falling into his chair, he stared blankly at the table’s surface. He barely noticed the money that was left on the table. He was knocked back into reality when he felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket.

Namjoon didn’t need to look at it to know that it was Jungkook.

He rose from his chair and ran outside, barely feeling the rain pelting his form while hailing a cab.

When Namjoon arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later, he saw Yoongi leaning against one of the pillars outside. A cigarette was perched between his lips, a long cylinder of ash barely hanging on before it fell at his feet. He’d hardly noticed Namjoon’s approach until he was standing directly in front of him. His brother let the cigarette fall from his mouth, landing ignored between them.

“N-Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi said, blinking slightly. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at the slightly dazed look on his face. It was like he was seeing him for the first time.

“Eden-ssi,” he began, seeing Yoongi’s shoulders tense up slightly, “how is she?”

There was a small measure of silence that wafted between them before Yoongi averted his eyes. “She’ll be fine. She just dislocated her shoulder.”

Namjoon let out a sigh of relief, stepping to the side to lean against the other side of the pillar with Yoongi. “That’s good.”

“No, it’s not.” He could hear the anger in his brother’s voice. “It’s not good at all.”

“Who was it?”

“The Jade Fangs.”

“I know, Hyung,” Namjoon replied calmly, “which one of them?”

“…Raelyn Noona said it was the Jindo Dog.”

Even though he couldn’t see him, Namjoon craned his neck to stare at the stone pillar. “Minhyuk Hyung?”

“Don’t call him that.” Yoongi’s tone held a finality to it that Namjoon rarely heard. “Did you let Hoseok-ah and Seokjin Hyung know what’s going on?

Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes and rested his head along the pillar. “I told them on the way here.”

“Good.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything. The roar of the rain as it fell overhead seemed relentless. Unfortunately, it couldn’t silence the thoughts screaming inside of Namjoon’s head. It couldn’t silence Shownu’s blatant words against him; against them.

“They’re trying to make a point.”

Blinking rapidly, he took a step forward so he could better see Yoongi who was still pressed against the pillar. He’d absentmindedly lit another cigarette but wasn’t smoking it. The older man flicked his zippo lighter open, flinging it closed with a loud metallic clicking sound. Over and over he did this and Namjoon realized he couldn’t find the words to alleviate the rising anger that was clearly reflected in his older brother’s eyes.

“They’re telling us that we’re weak.”

“Hyung…”

“Namjoon-ah,” he heard Yoongi say, his voice cold and even as their eyes met, “it may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. But they’re going to do it.”

He slapped the lid to his lighter closed, the sound ringing out over the noise of the rain.

“…they’re going to declare war.”

“No, Hyung. They’re not going to.”

Namjoon’s voice was quiet, but Yoongi raised his brows to show he’d heard him.

“…they already have.”

The real question was apparent, but neither of them said it aloud.

Are we going to let them get away with it?

Hello, sorry I've been mia for so long but things have been so hectic. I wanted to know what your favorite genres are and if you guys have a particular member you love to read/write about. Have a nice day - Star 🐰

Don’t worry about being MIA. We all have been! I know that some of us are working on other projects for other networks so it’s all good (Admin E may also be working on another series to ruin everyone with). 

As for your question, this is what all of us had to say!

I really don't have a favorite to write for but as for genre I always enjoy a good Sci-fi/fiction/fantasy/supernatural. I'm biased because I love the space and supernatural stuffs. - Admin L

I think I don't have a favorite either? It really depends on the story and who I can see fitting into it.  As far as genres? I think I prefer like fantasy/supernatural/romance-smut combos. I read a lot of supernatural stuff with my mom as a kid. - Admin T

I don't have a preference for one particular member to write for. Personally, I like writing for the entire group because I enjoy creating interesting interactions between them. As for genres, I enjoy modern and period/historical genres. Or a blend of the two, like reincarnation stories. But I do like reading for sci-fi/space and supernatural stuff. Eventually I'll get to writing them as well. - Admin E

Hope this helps and I hope everything is alright with you, Star!

Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Mafia!AU | Crime!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,631

Chapter 28: Rain

“Then I turned my eyes to the window and everything looks gray. Gray city, gray buildings, gray roads, gray rain.”

© thebiasrekkers (Admin E). All rights reserved. Reposting/modifying our work is prohibited. Translations are not allowed. Plagiarism/stealing is not tolerated by any means. Legal action will be taken in instances of theft.

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