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ya girl loves christmas and fantasy shit. so here, take it. enjoy it. (pls)
pairing: god!taehyung x reader
genre: soulmate!au, reincarnation!au
warnings: fluff. cute shit happens.
words: 1,783.
=> The star on your right wrist carried a fate so beautiful, so rare, you didn’t believe in its false hope. That is, until you saw him, and you knew it to be true.
It was a lonely Winter, lonely snow and lonely cold. The bark of the evergreens wilted and froze underneath bitter winds, casting lonely shadows onto the snow covered ground. Forbidden branches loomed above like messengers of death, crystal shards of ice hanging spectrally from their tips.
Christmas in your village was a boisterous spectacle, merchants traveling from far and wide to sell the sweetest treats and shiniest toys to the locals. You often wondered why, of all the small villages, they chose the most secluded one atop the Northern mountain. Where nothing ever happened, or changed. Where people were born and grew old in the same cabin, neighbored next to a tall oak that had seen many generations past.
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Misotheism Part I
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 1000ish
Greek God AU! Series
‘Misotheism (n): the hatred of God’
December 31st, 11:59 PM
635 B.C.
You’re running.
The night is silent, save for the sound of bare feet slapping against the slightly wet soil, leaving a trail of imprints behind them. Your chest heaves as you struggle to run, and you can’t help the terror coursing through your veins as you hear the sound of heavy footsteps behind you.
What had made it come to this?
March, 635 B.C.
You sigh tiredly as you squint up to the sky, cursing at the sun for beating down your back with vigor. The sky is clear overhead, with the occasional shadows of birds flitting across it.
“What’s got you down, Y/N?”
You look to the right to see a crookedly grinning young man quirking a brow at you.
“Silence, Yun,” Your mood is admittedly down, “You’re being a pest.”
“So mean, sister,” He mocks you playfully, hand running through his silky dark tresses that you swear were created by Athena herself, “I’ve only come to call you back to our home; Mother is looking for you.”
“Again?” You groan in exasperation, “What does she want this time?”
He gives a non-committal shrug of the shoulders.
“She just told me to search for you and I, like the absolutely fantastic person I am, have done it.” With a smug smile, he waves you off and you roll your eyes, before sighing yet again and trudging along the dusty trail to your home.
It’s small, much smaller than those huge villas you’ve seen dominate the inner parts of the city and though a part of you still feels bitter about it, you’ve learned to make do with what you have. It’s your life; you need to deal with it, as your Father says.
“Mother?” You call, ducking into your tiny rickety home, mindful of the pots dumped haphazardly on the cool ground, “You called for me?”
A frail woman peeks her head out from the tiny kitchen-come-dining, a thin smile playing on her lips.
“Oh yes, dear,” She beckons you forward, and you oblige, only to gape in shock when an entire platter of grilled goat’s meat and fruits is thrust into your unprepared arms, “Could you take this to the inner city for me? I’m feeling awfully tired today.”
“W-what for?” You demand, wide-eyed, unable to tear your eyes from the food, “Why aren’t we eating this?”
Mother smiles at you, though it lacks the warmth it usually possesses.
“We are going to war, my dear,” She whispers softly, and it strikes you then, “We must please the God of War.”
“No,” You angrily shake your head, vision beginning to tint blood red, “If we are going to war, we must fight it with our own hands, Mama, not by sacrificing the precious few resources we have for-”
“Enough!” She raises her voice, and you fall silent, knowing that the conversation is complete. “Do as I say, Y/N! I should never have encouraged your silly little beliefs!”
The last part is whispered to herself, but you hear every word; each one strikes you like an icicle through the heart. Your Mother is someone you have always looked up to, someone who you have always gone to for comfort, for understanding, so her disappointment…it hurts you, a lot.
“Yes, Mother.” You nod quietly, before turning on your heel and scampering out of the shack.
Your feet carry you automatically in the direction of the city and, even at the outskirts, you can see people preparing for war; throngs of men sharpening their swords, some men stocking their homes with necessities, such as food. Some women are dancing around a fire, grilling meat. And, sitting in solitude on a lonely rock is a young girl, who eyes the meat with hungry, desperate eyes.
A rush of anger courses through you, thrumming through your veins and heating them up. You remember a time when you were that girl, when you so hopefully, naively, believed in the Gods; when you, like countless others, fell for those foolish tales.
But you know better now.
Cautiously eyeing the crowd, you approach the girl, slipping her some meat from your plate; she looks up, startled, before breaking out into a bright grin.
“Thank you!” She exclaims cheerfully, and you beam back at her, happy to help, before you bid her adieu and are on course again.
A strange sort of guilt gnaws at you, but you push it aside in favor of trying to bear with the scintillating heat. It is really hot right now.
You nearly collapse in relief when you finally reach the temple of War God, but your heart nearly stops when you see just how many people are outside it. It would likely take till midnight to reach the inside, and you’re in no patience to deal with such things. You decide to visit a lesser known sight, one that is mostly hidden from the scathing gazes of the city folk.
The small temple stands proudly at the top of a sloped hill; though it is a struggle, you eventually manage to scale it, thankfully not dropping any of the food.
Setting the platter in front of the deity, you awkwardly step back, having absolutely no idea what to do now.
“Um,” You start off hesitantly, “My Mother asked me to bring this to you, I suppose. For the war and all that. But I think that’s plain foolishness; who would know if you actually exist? We’ve been taught so many stories by now, but they’re just that: stories.
“If you Gods really existed, our people wouldn’t be suffering like this! If you actually existed, I wouldn’t need to be here right now, I wouldn’t have to waste such precious food on something that doesn’t even eat!”
By this time, you’re shaking, anger racing through your heart, breathing rapidly, unevenly.
“I hate this! I hate feeling so powerless, I hate feeling so puny! I hate-”
You freeze when you feel a hand grip your shoulder, your eyes impossibly wide.
“You hate me?” A velvety voice chuckles into your ear, the hot puffs of breath hitting the shell of your ear, “Are you certain?”
You slowly turn around, raising your eyes to meet amused, fiery brown eyes. The man is tall, at least compared to you, with dark hair swept to the side, and bright pink lips that contrast oh-so-wonderfully with his pale skin. Not that you’re looking.
“Who are you?” You stumble backwards hastily, nearly tripping over your gown, “Where did you come from?”
“Why, I thought you’d know me, considering how you were just cursing my existence,” The man smiles, revealing pearly white teeth.
“But I’ll spell it out for you, if that is what you require. I go by Άρης, but mortals know me as Jungkook,” The smile transforms into a smirk, “God of War.”
Next Parts: Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII
Written by: Admin Midnight
Admin Midnight is working on this series with Admin Sangria [her wife ♥] who’ll be writing future parts with her!
We hope you like it!
eurohoria - You are the sunlight that rose again in my life A reincarnation of my childhood dreams I don’t know what this emotion is If this place is also inside a dream
Euphoria- star gods!bts
(magic shop pt. 2) / pt. 1 / pt.3
They watched over you from the moment you left their world. A human was never meant to go there in the first place, but because you were a special case, their feelings grew out of control and they made the mistake of loving a human girl.
They had to let you go, which was why everything was set into them making you believe that it had all been a dream; the galaxy, the magic shop...them.
You had a soulmate to love, destined from the moment you were born. The numbers on your wrist had stopped working the moment you walked into the magic shop and started all over again when you “woke up.”
Bit by bit, your numbers began to slowly countdown until there was only one more day left for you to meet your soulmate.
They hated it.
But they knew nothing could be done. It was your fate to love another, they weren’t your soulmates as written in the stars. And whoever your soulmate was, he would be lucky to have you.
Jungkook watched from the skies, heart drumming more and more, aching a bit as he watched you walk casually in the park looking like the pretty girl he always knew you as, with the clock on your wrist counting down from its ten minutes.
He and Jimin looked for a man, whoever would be your soulmate, but the longer they waited, the harder it was for them.
“Jimin! Jungkook!”
They looked up as Hoseok ran up to them, confusion on their faces. “Something’s wrong with the magic door,” he told them.
“But Y/N’s about to...” the maknae trailed off, face solemn at the reminder that your soulmate shouldn’t matter to them. They shouldn’t be thinking of you in the first place.
With one last glance at your happy face walking along a greenery path, he stood up with Jimin and they walked on towards the same magic door that transported you out of their world.
“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, seeing as the rest of them were already gathered around.
“The colors,” Jin pointed out.
It wasn’t the same bright sunlight that they were used to, the colors were blinding in shades of rainbows, glaring harder than ever.
“What is it saying?” Taehyung asked.
“I don’t know,” the leader admitted.
“We should check out its source,” Yoongi said, “see what’s wrong with it. Nothing seems out of the ordinary but I think it’s trying to tell us something.”
“Then we have no time to lose,” Namjoon nodded agreeingly. “Let’s go.”
They lined up side by side, holding hands. Although scared because it was a thing they weren’t quite used to, being by each other’s side was something that made them feel braver.
And then, they walked in towards the blinding rainbows.
Jungkook took in the scenery, a beautiful green path stood under and in front of them, bright green trees lined in two rows, making way for the path.
“This looks...” he trailed off, confused.
It couldn’t be.
They turned around slowly and then,
beep, beep, beep,
an alarm went off and there stood you right in front of them.
Your eyes widened, confused.
A sunlight that rose again in your life, a reincarnation of your childhood dreams. You didn’t know what the emotions were, if it was also a place in a dream.
It wasn’t a dream...right?
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Black Necrosis | Teaser
Kim Taehyung, an arts teacher, and Juniper Carna, an orphan, are the reincarnations of the death god in a society that Death has abandoned. In an ancient church, they delve into their abilities to destroy. As time progresses, their experiments get more and more twisted, and eventually, they come to realization that they don’t control death, death controls them. Life takes a twist, the community turns.
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⤷pairing: Taehyung x OC
⤷word count: 405
⤷genre: Dystopian AU / Yandere AU / Immortal/Reincarnation AU / Death God AU
⤷warnings: slight references to sex, mention of drugs
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Her eyes swept over the strings and her fingers traced each nut, screw, upended molding of the ancient thing. The electric guitar was worn matte, buffed by too many fingertips, cool and waiting—a great beast of sound about to be awakened.
“I need to remember,” she whispered, and plunged in without another word, fingers dancing over fingerboard. Once she had started seeing the notes in her mind, when muscle memory had her eyes closing and fingers strumming at those familiar arpeggios, she began.
The piece was sorrowful, it was wild and complex, dancing with darkness and the slight shivery feeling at the bottom of your spine, but also, lovely. It burst with a velvet tread, cyanide and belladonna snaking through veins-then painful, painful, a reminder: beauty is deadly (or is death beautiful?).
She messed with distortion, hitting buttons on the pedal and raised the guitar neck up, body arched in all-encompassing feeling. She felt it- the pulse of booming, reverbed noise now a second heartbeat to her soul. And perhaps that was why she remembered the exact day 13 years ago, clicking a cassette tape into a machine, listening to a scratchy melody on the dusty thing her mother used while whoring, roleplaying the popstar celebrity of the millennia before. Perhaps it was why she snuck up to the hidden library door most nights, pressing letters on the typer of the ancient computer device, drawing up records of how to play the entrancing song. Up and up it built, the sound breaking from the red-glazed wood, like the piper-song of a god, until Taehyung drifted over to stand beside the instrument, until she whispered to her lover, “Now,” and the crescendo ripped into the world, chord after chord after chord.
It seemed to say: Remember the nights of blackened flowers, charred flesh, the black necrosis that stems from her hands, a heat fucked chaos between legs, their heads, our teeth, withering, expanding- growing. The music tugged and swirled around them, roaring through the emptiness of the amphitheater. The hollow silence that had been inside her for so many months now pulsed with a haunting sound. She brought the piece back home, softer, softer, softer, until the last chord was a barely-whispered remembrance of this art of ruination.
When June finally looked up, crying softly, Taehyung’s eyes were glimmering, his jaw clenched.
He wanted to stay, to ask her “June, June, June- show me, show me how you did that”.
But footsteps sounded in the distance, and again they traded their scars for underground tunnels and fled from the promises of a bittersweet salvation. Drowning, drowning, in music, in art, in sweetness, in darkness, all so bitter, drenched in desire.
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Chism (I)
Author: kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Taehyung / Reader
Rating: 18+ (smut in second part)
Genre: Winter God!AU / Fantasy!AU
Synopsis: The entirety of your life, you have never fit in. A woman soldier. A passive power, wielded in the land of the bold. Despite this, you have followed your father’s advice and striven to blend into the crowd. You feel you have succeeded, until your Queen calls you before her with an arduous task. Guard the darkest cell in the lowest dungeon. Do not listen to what the prisoner has to say and above all else, keep your head. The old gods may be dead, but the humans are living.
Word Count: 19,947
A/N: This is a two part series, with the second part found here.
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