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Where the Heart Takes You

Fairy!Taehyung x Y/n, Y/n x Jungkook

Genre: Fairy au; Fluff, angst, eventual smut

Summary: When you were growing up with your best friend, he insisted that fairies were real. You went along with it for years, until you grew older and thought it time for him to stop and grow up already, too. After a year away, living on your own in a dorm at your university; you find yourself being drawn back to where you call home. Some things changed, some things didn’t. Jungkook still wouldn’t let you go too deep into the forest. Though a walk not so far into it proves he has been right all along.

Warnings: Language, brief violence.

   Soft, warm light streamed through the green trees, the patterns created mystical and otherworldly. That was one of the things you loved and missed about this place. And now you had returned. It was beautiful out in the forest, more than you even remembered in your year away from it. You spun and drank in the sun trickling through the treetops, caressing your skin. The way everything was even more pristine then you remembered. How the forest smelt like home.

   On one of your spins, you caught the sight of your best friend’s smiling face as he watched you, delighted you were enjoying being back. You stopped to smile at him, his growing wider.

“I missed you.” He said for about the millionth time that day; ever since you stepped foot in his yard. You smiled wistfully at him.

“I missed you too, Jungkook.” You replied for the same amount as he’d said it. He strolled over towards you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, an easygoing smile stretching on his handsome face. You noted again how he’d gotten taller, more muscular. But he was still the same Jungkook you knew growing up from toddlers to last year.

“You’re glad to be back.” This was a statement, not an inquiry. It was clear to him how happy you were that you’d returned. You nodded as he took one last step, and then he was in front of you. He wrapped his arms around your frame, hugging you tightly. It wasn’t uncommon for him to do this. You both had always been a bit affectionate with each other. He held you like that a moment longer than usual, then let go. When he pulled back, that same peculiar look was in his eyes; the one you’d gotten used to over the last few years. But you were none the wiser to it’s meaning. You sometimes wondered what he was thinking about when he looked at you like that.

“How can I not be?” You smiled as you stepped away from him to twirl again. You inhaled deeply and sighed at the beautiful scent of your surroundings. The crisp air, the freshness of the leaves, of warm earth and floral loveliness.

   You weren’t too far in the forest. Jungkook wouldn’t let you go too far, he never had. He warned about fairies and that running into one would be bad. You had always thought he was playing, even when he looked so solemn about it. He would tell you there was much about the forest that was too dangerous for you to venture too deep. You secretly wished he was right about fairies and not just joking. You read how beautiful they were, how charming they could be. And dangerous, indeed. You had an odd fascination with them, and you partly blamed Jungkook for that. He would pour over book after book about them as you grew up, keeping a journal he would write in what he once referred to as ‘useful information’. It was an oddity to you when he claimed to not like fairies, yet he read up on them so much. Something about being in the forest again after so much time made you think about those times that the two of you quietly read next to each other. You giggled as you recalled those younger years, spinning and spinning. And oh how you loved to spin and dance and sing.

   You were so preoccupied in the sensations of your surroundings and memories that flooded your whole being, and Jungkook was so caught up in watching you, that neither one of you noticed the figure that appeared out of seemingly no where, watching the two of you with amusement. But really, he was only watching you.

“Ah, isn’t it so beautiful today?!” You all but sang, stretching your arms up to the heavens, then out again, still spinning. A soft amused chuckle pulled at your attention. It didn’t sound like Jungkook, even more musical than he usually sounded. And it wasn’t in the direction you thought he was still standing.

   A gasp from Jungkook finally pulled you to a complete stop; knowing for sure now it wasn’t him that had laughed. You looked at him curiously, but his eyes were wider than normal, staring frozen in horror at a spot behind you. You whirled and a gasp fell from your own lips. Though yours was nothing like that of your bestfriend’s.

   A man, tall, lean, ethereal, was standing feet away, smiling an amused smile. His eyes appraised you and a flurry of swirling wings flapped in your heart, making it feel as if it were to ascend to the skies. He seemed to find you appealing somehow, though you yourself never thought you were pretty. Even when Jungkook insisted you were. You were sure he was just doing his duty as your friend. But this stranger, so beautiful and elegant; he looked at you as if you were beautiful. Pink dusted your cheeks and a soft approving sound left him, deep honey.

   He took a step closer, a lovely, soft expression deepening. Hands were suddenly wrapping painfully tight around your wrists, pulling you against a chest. Jungkook let one wrist go to push you behind him defensively. He was being rather ridiculous in your mind, this stranger had yet to present any hint of danger to you. And it was rude. You weren’t his to defend as if you were a girlfriend. Even as you were held in a way to be blocked from sight, your eyes were still on the man before you, just the same.

“Get away from us.” Jungkook all but growled. It surprised you. He was really out of order here. The man tsked and stepped closer. He couldn’t be more than a few years older than Jungkook or yourself.

“Why would I do that? It is of no importance to me to stay away.” He even sounded more beautiful than anyone you’d ever heard speak. Even more than Jungkook.

“I’m warning you, stay back!“ Jungkook said defensively. The strangers eyes had been on yours almost the whole time since you first caught sight of him. They now went to Jungkook’s, a brief look of something dangerous in his eyes, a challenge, perhaps. Then he was staring at you again. Jungkook’s grip tightened, making you whine from the pain. The man looked concerned at this, immediately glaring at Jungkook’s hands on you.

“You are hurting her.” He said calmly, but it felt dangerously like he was upset over this. “You shouldn’t hurt beautiful girls.” He thought you were beautiful? Jungkook let out a spiteful laugh, further shocking you.

“Speak for yourself.” He gritted through his teeth. You glanced up at him, his jaw was set, head tilted up. Why was he trying to seem like the toughest man he could be? What was up with him? You weren’t his girlfriend, and even as a friend, shouldn’t you get a choice if you like someone and he not get like this unless you were in danger? The man’s smile disappeared, then he sighed.

“You think I would ever hurt her?” He tsked again. Jungkook’s hands were hard as stones on you, and it really was getting too painful.

“It’s what your kind do, is it not?” Jungkook said as if it were a challenge. His kind? What did he mean? Did he know this guy? Had he moved here when you were gone? Did he think or know this guy was a fuckboy and was trying to keep you from being used?

“You seem to be under some impression that we always hurt beautiful things.” The man shook his head and smiled again. “It is our duty and pleasure to heal beautiful things, to help them grow, to make them even more beautiful, if that is their wish. Beautiful girls are just the same. I won’t hurt her. You are thinking of a different kind-”

“I know exactly what kind, and you are not much better!” Jungkook interrupted, then sneered. The man’s smile dropped again, looking more serious this time, almost sad. You wanted to go to him. No one that beautiful should ever look that sad.

“I will say it again. You are hurting her. And you mustn’t hurt her.” The man stepped closer, slowly advancing on Jungkook and yourself. Jungkook started backing the two of you away.

“And I will say again, go away. Leave us alone; go make mischief in another part of the forest. Don’t hurt her.” Your back brushed a tree, Jungkook was unaware how close he had you to one. The man’s eyes lit up as he noted this, his smile spreading. He stepped away towards the nearest tree to himself. Jungkook started to loosen his grip ever so slightly.

“You are trying my patience too much, boy. Perhaps I shall go a different direction after all.” He said and then flashed a brilliant smile at you before disappearing behind a tree. You blinked. He did go behind it, right? Not through it?

“That was close.” Jungkook breathed out, slowly letting go of you, stepping a few feet away, running his hands through his hair. “That was really too close.” He looked scared as he surveyed the trees and rocks. “We should leave now, while we can. And we will never step foot in here again. Promise me?” He wasn’t even looking at you. You realized he was now looking at the tree that man had gone behind. As if he were waiting in case he returned.

   Warm, soft hands wound around your waist from behind, gentle but sure. A face came next to yours, the faintest chuckle could be heard before lips so close to your ear made you shiver.

“A different direction indeed was best. You are in my arms at last.” That beautiful voice, the same as the stranger’s, whispered in your ear. At first you were too surprised to respond. Jungkook remained unaware. “Come with me, my flower? Come with me and let me show you a wondrous world that awaits you. Your beauty suits it perfectly.” He cooed in your ear. So soft, so lovely. You were about to lean into his arms, to tell him anything he wanted, but you wanted him to keep speaking. “Come with me? You have to say you will, you have to say yes.” He all but sang. Should you reply to him? “Please come with me?” He sounded even more appealing now. Alluring. His hand caressed your waist so gently, you shivered and he chuckled again. “What’s your name, sweet flower?” He asked in that velvety, deep voice of his.

“Y/n.” You whispered, unable to speak louder. And part of you was worried once Jungkook noticed what was happening behind him, he would overreact again.

“Such a lovely name.” The man sighed, pressing his nose bellow your ear.

“What’s your name?” You asked in return, hoping to know what to call him. He chuckled again, then sighed.

“Tae. I go by Tae. I do not usually tell my full name, it can be trouble, you see? Only a very few know. But, I find I want you to know. I need you to know. If you ever want me, or need me, for whatever reason; you only need to call my full name. You say it, and I will be there.” He wasn’t making much sense, or were you too wrapped up in his touch, the way his soft breath caressed over your skin, the way your body seemed like it was filled with bubbles and butterflies and light as the leaves swaying in the wind that you missed his meaning? Was he saying he wanted you to call him? If he wanted you to, you would. He nuzzled by your ear again. “My name is Taehyung. But, darling, please use it carefully. And do not tell your friend. He would cause all kinds of trouble knowing it.” Taehyung. You sighed and started to turn towards him. One of his hands dropped from you to reach back into the tree. Wait, you thought, into? You gasped, blinking wildly, trying to make sense of it.

“Come with me?” He asked again in that oh so alluring voice. Jungkook made a choked gasping sound, now aware. You heard his shoes turn in the ground, dirt and grass crunching beneath them, just as you looked back at Taehyung, his eyes alight, pleased grin spread across his beautiful face.

“No!” Jungkook yelled, he grabbed onto you and pulled you harshly to free you from Taehyung, who let you be pulled from him, looking hurt. How could Jungkook be so rude?! He tried to pull you further away but you stepped closer to Taehyung with as much force as you could manage against such strength. Taehyung stepped closer to you as well, and Jungkook yanked harsher on your wrist.

“Stay away from her, leave her alone! I won’t let you take her!” He yelled. Take you? He didn’t want you to have sex with this guy; and sure, he was perhaps trying to be a good friend. But how can he be so blunt and rude about it in front of Taehyung? You might not sleep with him, anyways. And either way it wasn’t Jungkook’s decision.

“I am not taking her. Again, you seem to have me confused with the other kind. I told you, I am of service to nature, not to it’s destruction or harm. And that includes the sweet flower whom you are hurting yet again. I told you. Do not hurt her. I do not like it.” Taehyung stepped closer and Jungkook tried again to pull you further away from him.

“Jungkook, what’s wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? He seems nice; let me go.” You glared up at your bestfriend; his face was unreadable. His grip tightening even more, again.

“He’s a fairy. And fairies are not nice.” Jungkook said so low and with such contempt it stunned you.

“But…” You couldn’t believe he was using that yet again to try to keep you away from something. “Jungkook, a fairy? Come on, why are you starting up with this again?” He didn’t let go and his expression didn’t change; his eyes remained trained on Taehyung’s. You glanced over at Tae, thinking maybe to apologies for your friend; but Taehyung was looking bemusedly at you again, almost as if you were some sweet innocent child that didn’t know about something in the world.

“I told you. Fairies are real. And he is one of them. Remember everything we read?” You thought it over, recalling what you read more easily as you’d not long before been thinking of those times with Jungkook. You stared at Taehyung, looking him over with new eyes. He was ethereally beautiful. So supposedly were fairies. He seemed ageless, young, but wise and mature. There was a charm about him; and a slight mischief in his eyes, his smirk he now gave you.

“A…fairy…?” You asked more to yourself. His smile widened as he beamed down at you.

“That I am.” You tried to step closer again, but Jungkook prevented you.

“No! Don’t get near him! He was trying to take you!” Jungkook shouted. You looked a him, glaring harder.

“If he was trying to take me, then he would have already. He had his arms around me for a few minutes before you realized.” You informed. Panic overtook your bestfriend, before he then glared so lethally at Taehyung, you were actually worried for the fairy.

“You idiot, he can’t just take you. That’s another kind. He can only try to convince you to come with him. But if you go with him, that’s it. He will have you and there is no going back. And that is how he would take you. He abducts only if you agree to allow it. It’s the rule of his kind.” Jungkook spat. This stung more than his grip. He was being hostile to you, you. His best friend. You weren’t an idiot. You just recalled less than he did about these things, and it had been a while since you thought more deeply about such a topic. Taehyung shrugged, unimpressed by all this, almost bored.

“If that’s true, then you can let go of me now.” You looked up at Jungkook again. He blinked at you, stunned, if not a little hurt.

“Yes, let the girl go from your grasp, boy.” Taehyung said all too sweet and calm. He came closer, but Jungkook didn’t hold you tighter this time. Tae bent to eye level, smiling so beautifully at you. “I really won’t harm her. She’s much too beautiful to resist, too.” His feathery touch over your hair had your breath catching in your throat; then fingers brushed your cheek. “So very beautiful. Ah, that blush, it does things to me I cannot explain. In all my years, how is it such that only now a woman like this has appeared. Hmm.” He leaned closer, curiousness alight in his enchanting gaze. His eyes were brighter than a normal humans. Warm brown, but bright like they were illuminated; and the deeper you stared, the more lights and colors you saw in them. They were so mesmerizing, so fully captivating, you felt as if you were falling into them to float as if in outer-space, free of gravity’s hold. And you didn’t mind one bit if you did float into them. He appraised you again, then tilted his head.

“A curious thing. I sense something different about you. I do not understand. What is it about you that is different?” He asked to himself. He leaned closer and you wanted to close your eyes and hope he would kiss you. He smelled so sweet and inviting, unlike anything you had ever smelled before. His eyes so affectionately staring into yours, his smile so lovely. You really wanted his lips on yours. Almost as if he knew that was what you were thinking, he leaned in even closer, eyes going to your lips.

“NO DON’T!” Jungkook pulled but you didn’t budge. “If you let him kiss you, you will be his! He will have complete control over you!” Eyes going wide, you saw clearly the regret in Taehyung’s eyes, before you turned your bewildered stare to Jungkook. He looked so panicked you felt a panic build in you of your own. Taehyung sighed. Jungkook clenched his jaw.

“You could come with me, flower. You would have more fun than this boy could possibly give you, he is so strict and confining.” He had him there. Jungkook could be too strict and confining to you at times. But he could be fun as well. But Tae couldn’t possibly know this given the way Jungkook was reacting to him.

“I won’t let her get taken, too.” Jungkook said in an numb voice so quiet you almost didn’t catch his words. Too? Then you remembered; when you were young, before he got fairy crazed as you called it.

“Your sister.” You gasped, realizing what you thought was his way of coping with his loss was actually what happened after all. His sister had been taken by a fairy. Jungkook’s jaw tightened further, pain filling his eyes, and you regretted mentioning it even if it happened too fast to stop.

“Your sister? She was taken?” You looked at Tae, his honey voice was filled with concern, and it was there in his eyes as well. Jungkook seemed to think it an act as he growled beside you now. “You saw it happen, then, to be so sure. How did it happen?”

“That’s none of your business!” Jungkook spat. Taehyung looked sad.

“Oh, but it is. It is very much my business as I am a fairy and I am…” He stopped, looking as if he was about to give too much away. What had he said about knowing his full name? It could cause trouble. What did that mean? “I simply need to know how. All you have to tell me is if she was forcibly taken or not.” Taehyung waited patiently, and though Jungkook did not trust him, he wavered. You were sure he still hoped to find her. And if trusting a fairy meant finding her, he just might.

“Forcibly.” Is all Jungkook gave, pain riddled in his voice. Taehyung looked frightened and then composed his expression, though he was still visibly sad.

“I am truly sorry, boy. That I would not wish on anyone.” He said with earnest. He sighed, looking at the sky before looking at Jungkook again. “I was unaware dark fairies were this shallow in the forest. Tell me. you would not bring her here now if it was near here that you lost your sister. How much deeper in were you?” Jungkook refused to answer this time.

“They were past the tree and bolder, the ones with some odd symbols on them.” You informed. Jungkook may not trust Taehyung, but you felt somehow you could. He nodded, grateful.

“Fairy warding, to be sure. I shall check it out. And the others should be warned.”

“What business is it to you!” Jungkook bellowed, startling both you and Taehyung. Tae looked even more sad at this.

“You know. You knew since you knew I didn’t just take her. I am a light fairy. I won’t hurt her, or you. And it is my business to look into dark fairy activity, and if I learn of their activity and locations, must report them. If they are where they are supposed to stay away from, by order of the light queen, it is imperative I report it.”

“Then get on with it.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth. Taehyung eyed the two of you, pondering something.

“I think I shall escort you back. It will be safer.” Taehyung gently gripped your wrist. It felt protective, but it didn’t hurt like Jungkook’s grip on you.

“Like hell!” Jungkook yelled, and you barely caught his motion as he swung something at Taehyung. It made contact with Tae and he cried out in pain as you pulled from Jungkook to use both hands to check on him. Taehyung lifted his free hand in defense, but didn’t let go of you as Jungkook used his full body in motion to strike another blow.

   Taehyung dropped to the ground, cowering and scared. Couldn’t Jungkook see he was trying to not hurt either of you but to help, and all Jungkook was doing was hurting you both? He struck again and Taehyung went out cold. Jungkook grabbed your hand and ran, pulling you along. You had no choice but to go with him.

   He ran all the way back to his house, slamming the door and throwing the long object across the room were it clattered by the fireplace. You looked at it with more scrutiny now you could see it plainly. It was iron. You gasped.

“Jeon Jungkook, how dare you hurt him with iron!” You shrieked. He just glared at you for a few moments, then walked into the hall.

“You can have my room. You are staying here again, after all. But I think it best to have your old room back. I didn’t change much. In case you moved back.” He said tiredly and then walked into his old room. You blinked tears out of your eyes, heading to the familiar room at the very end of the hall.

   He really hadn’t changed it much. Even your bedspread was still there. Or he had placed it back when you told him you were coming back.

   You sat on your bed, hearing the familiar quiet squeaks. The sun filtered in all the windows on both sides. Staring out at the forest, you hoped Taehyung was alright. That Jungkook was alright. That you would be alright. But nothing seemed right anymore. Not since…You sighed and watched the leaves sway. Things were the same, and yet they were different. And you couldn’t place it all together.

north star.

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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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Hold Your Breath

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Kim Taehyung/Reader [F]

Genre: Drabble, Sea Prince AU

Words: 1.4k

Your leg’s burned.  Just how much farther were they going to chase you?  You’ve done nothing wrong, it wasn’t your fault.  The fault was in the law and its unjust ways.  Who forbade humans from coming into contact with the greater life forms of the vast, open seas?  It’s simply unfair.

The sea was beautiful and the life under was even more so.  From the plants, microscopic organisms, wildlife of water and the humanoid people of the sea. Some think they’re merfolk.  Some still refuse they exist; simply a prolonged state of mass hysteria.  Those folk, are the real fools.  You know better, you’ve befriended one after all; a boy of the waves.

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Kingdom of Crystal Snow

↳ Christmas Special ❄️

Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader ft. Park Jimin

Genre: Comedy, Light Angst, Fluff, Royal Au (?)

Words: 10K

Description: A prince from a far off land is sent to earth to discover the meaning of crystal snow, and you are somehow just what he needs. 

Jimin has always told you that you should change your awful habit of putting off studying for a test last minute. He calls it a bad case of procrastination. You call it “living on the edge”. And it’s not that you don’t want to change per se, it’s just hard when you’ve always relied on that rush of adrenaline from imminent doom to give you a push to take action. If it were easy to alter such an innate mindset, you’d actually be prepared to ace your final tomorrow.

“I’m going faaaaiiiil!” You groan, banging your head against the textbook laid opened in front of you. 

“What did I say about trying to cram a semester’s worth of information in one night?” Jimin says, not even bothering to glance up from his own book.

You tsk in annoyance. “Can’t you just be a little more supportive?” 

“Okay, okay” He gently closes his book and takes off his glasses to look at you. “You are not going to fail.” You can tell he’s not trying very hard to sound convincing. You’ve known him long enough to distinguish authentic support and just going through the motions to make you feel better.

“But I am!” You insist, more for the purpose of complaining out loud rather than actually getting another half-assed response from your friend of five years. “I barely understand the first chapter, how the hell am I going to learn the entire book by tomorrow morning!?” 

You were right and wrong, more or less. You were right in thinking there was no way you were going to understand the entirety of your textbook by sunrise the next day, but you were wrong in believing you would fail the entire class.

Thank Jesus Lord.

Jimin would actually, maybe, perhaps be proud to know that you were a measly 2 points away from failing, but pulled through. 2 points away from having to repeat the course and having to graduate a year later (aka having to walk with Jungkook at graduation, which god knows will go down in the unofficial history books among your group of friends for the rest of eternity). It actually feels pretty good, knowing you were blisteringly close to being depressed over winter break only to be saved from said hellish nightmare by such a blessed margin. 

2 points. Jimin would call it getting lucky, but you refer to it as “having talent”.

At the moment you are running through all the ways you can break the good news to him, debating whether you should pretend that you failed and psych him by telling him you didn’t whilst he was consoling you. But just as you were playing house with all of these hypothetical scenarios in your mind, you spot someone just appearing out of thin air on your way to the coffee shop near campus. Appearing out of thin air. Like poof, there’s your living, breathing human being delivered right under your nose. You could’ve sworn the public park wasn’t this tripped up the last time you were here, and last time you checked, you were awake and not dreaming.

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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!

love poem

— summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, soulmates!au, poly!au, gods!au, god of knowledge!namjoon, god of stars!seokjin, god of music!yoongi, god of sun!hoseok, god of spring!jimin, god of ocean!taehyung, god of hearth!jungkook

— word count: 29.0K

— warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths

— prompt: “It won’t be easy you know…trying to love me”

— a/n: i hope you guys haven’t forgotten the dear; sweet bubbies project. sorry i’ve been so slow on these requests but here is the second installment! for you bubs @hope122598​

Soft crispy crunches follow your footsteps as you walk among the snowy path, the wind seeming more restless than ever this morning. Little bits of snowflakes descend from the sky, falling and falling in an endless cycle for the snowy mountains will never come to understand what Spring looks like.

For days upon days and years upon years, you have always prayed to see what it will be like to live with warmth, in a home of hearth, in a shelter that can provide comfort and heat to your body and mind. But you know that as you walk up the path of the mountain, stairway long ruined since over many years ago, with the hood of your cloak constantly hoping to leave your head and the wind howling all around, wishing alone will only get you so far.

The morning sun brings no heat for you, icy particles kissing your cheeks from time to time and leaving you bright red from how cold it is.

But you’re used to this.

It’s okay. 

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mystery gang; unsolved | PT. 1

☾ — pairing: taehyung x reader ☾ — genre: demon au, supernatural/paranormal au, buzzfeed unsolved au/inspired, smut (oncoming), f2l ☾ — words: 8.1k ☾ — rating: adult! this one is sfw, but future part/s will be nsfw ☾ — warnings: demons and haunted houses, supernatural & paranormal themes! some slight dark themes too. ☾ — notes: part one of 2! or maybe three. depends how the next parts go. I’m finishing this over the next few days– it was meant to be done completely by now, but a combination of life and my usual “accidentally giving the story too much meat” antics have resulted in this! I wanted to stay at least a little true to my word, so here’s the first part! 

ever since you met taehyung in one of your first year classes at university, you seemed to click and you hadn’t parted from each other’s side since. you’ve been his friend for a few years now, and your mutual interest in the supernatural and taehyung’s propensity for finding the spotlight wherever he goes led to the two of you starting up your very own supernatural investigation vlog series. friends isnt the only thing you want to be, and one night close to hallow’s eve when the two of you get a little in over your heads in a way you never have been before, you find out that maybe it’s not only you that feels that way.

— posted; 01.11.2019 // masterlist | next⇥

MYSTERY GANG; UNSOLVED — PART ONE

Every creature, past or present, had one true weakness. This weakness was cut from the same cloth of creation as them, complimentary in every sense of the word and a match so perfect and natural it shook even the most corrupt of creatures to their very core. The universe moved to reunite a creature with their weakness only every so often, and when it did there was no question, no refusing it.

Centuries he’d lived, walking the planes of the mortal realm, the underworld, and the space between. He was young, for a demon, and had spent most of his youth chasing pleasures of the flesh and wreaking havoc in the mortal world. He’d had a riot doing so, too, until the fateful day the universe shifted and he met you. A weakness, his weakness. He was thousands of years too young to ever have considered the possibility of such a rare occurrence happening for him, and as such wholly unprepared for what the future held for him. Try as he might he was unable to resist the strings puppeteering him so, and it was with great reluctance that he resigned himself to the remainder of his time spent guarding, protecting, shielding this weakness.

He never imagined he’d end up enjoying it so much.

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“Can you pass me the lens, Tae? I need to clean it before we pack it all up ready to go.”

Instead of the heavy weight of the camera lens you were expecting, it is a ticklish sensation against the palm of your outstretched hand that greets you. Unimpressed, you look over to see Taehyung tickling your palm with his fingertips, a large grin tugging his lips. When you shift, preparing to smack him, he ceases his movements with a loud laugh. The requested camera lens is quickly placed into your palm to appease you before you get too violent.

“Thank you,” you emphasise, shooting him a sarcastic grin despite the fact you admittedly found his antics a little funny.

“You love it when I tease you,” he scoots closer, huffing and blowing silvery strands out of his eyes so he can nail you with a smouldering look without hindrance. His next words escape on a low breath that has shivers running down your spine that you do your best to hide and ignore. “Admit it.”

“Hmm, don’t think so,” you offer a rebuttal, shooting him a sly look before returning your attention to the lens and cloth in your hold. “But keep trying, maybe one day it will work.”

Taehyung snorts, leaning back on his hands with his legs crossed before him as he lets out another loud laugh at your response. You can feel his eyes on you still, and do your best to ignore it despite how it makes heat crawl and trickle like lava down the column of your spine, dripping slowly into your gut. Year three, month two of pretending the male you befriended so quickly and easily in your first year of university doesn’t have such a powerful, swaying effect on you, and it isn’t getting any easier. His stare alone has the little hairs along your skin raising to attention, body constantly on high alert. If only, if only you had the same effect on him—then perhaps there wouldn’t be such power imbalance in that regard. 

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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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song drabble game

Golden Crowns, Silver Lockets

Pairing: kth x reader

Word Count: 18.3K

Genre: e2l, medieval!au, modern!au, reincarnation!au, genie/fae!Taehyung, some angst but mostly fluffy!

Warnings: none I can think of?

Summary: This is the story of the princess who held the crown and carried its weight at an age too young, and the genie who made her into an excellent queen… 

or

You are only twelve years old when you mourn your parent’s death, and, in an attempt to become a worthy queen, you call upon the genie trapped in your locket, V.

A/N: This is part of @ficswithluv​‘s ‘The Luv Library’ project, one of which I had a lot of fun being a part of- I finally had that push to finish an actual fic! Though admittedly this isn’t really that good to be included in the list lol but I spent a month working on it and I’m mostly content with how it turned out. Now I’m off to actually make the first chapter of another series that popped into my head the other day…

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In the daytime, the castle ruins are bathed in a solemn atmosphere. The sunlight gently streams in through the cracks that serves as their roof- flowers here and there add a touch of peace and calm to the scenery, making the place feel otherworldly. There is a word for the feelings you get from these type of places, you think to yourself. Desolate is not quite the right word- wistful, perhaps? Hiraeth seems to be a good word to sum it up as well.

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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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