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The Heart of the Lamia | Chapter 2

Naga!BTS x Black!Reader

The continuation of my Peachtober Hybrid!AU. This was supposed to come out in November, but that didn’t happen. Here it is now. One more part after this.

This chapter includes: mention of snakes, slight angst, an image of food, implied death, mention of death/blood. Ask for more tags as needed

A large red snake watched as she was taken to a bedroom usually reserved for lost humans. Slitted eyes watched carefully as the exhausted form was carried by the oldest. Did she not want to be with them so badly? She could rebirth a nation. It was her fate to find them and do so. Why was she hesitating?

Jimin had gone off to go sulk somewhere other than his room and Taehyung was close behind, knowing the sorrow in his soulmate’s heart. Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and the two shared a nod before the white scaled creature went off on his own to attend to some business, giving a glance to Jin and the beautiful girl passed out on his broad shoulders.

The youngest made eye contact with Namjoon, a question on his face answered by a head shake and a compassionate frown. Jungkook sighed knowing she had refused them. He slumped against the cracking yet sturdy wall.

“What next?” The black haired man questioned no one in particular.

“Is her mother alive?” Hoseok asked as he stood next to their leader.

Namjoon shook his head, “Don’t know. Do you think you could–”

“If Jin can get a piece of her hair without being blasted, I can try. He knows what I need to do my work.”

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The Heart of the Lamia | Chapter 2

Naga!BTS x Black!Reader

The continuation of my Peachtober Hybrid!AU. This was supposed to come out in November, but that didn’t happen. Here it is now. One more part after this.

This chapter includes: mention of snakes, slight angst, an image of food, implied death, mention of death/blood. Ask for more tags as needed

A large red snake watched as she was taken to a bedroom usually reserved for lost humans. Slitted eyes watched carefully as the exhausted form was carried by the oldest. Did she not want to be with them so badly? She could rebirth a nation. It was her fate to find them and do so. Why was she hesitating?

Jimin had gone off to go sulk somewhere other than his room and Taehyung was close behind, knowing the sorrow in his soulmate’s heart. Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and the two shared a nod before the white scaled creature went off on his own to attend to some business, giving a glance to Jin and the beautiful girl passed out on his broad shoulders.

The youngest made eye contact with Namjoon, a question on his face answered by a head shake and a compassionate frown. Jungkook sighed knowing she had refused them. He slumped against the cracking yet sturdy wall.

“What next?” The black haired man questioned no one in particular.

“Is her mother alive?” Hoseok asked as he stood next to their leader.

Namjoon shook his head, “Don’t know. Do you think you could–”

“If Jin can get a piece of her hair without being blasted, I can try. He knows what I need to do my work.”

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Peachtober | Day 10: Hybrid

Naga!BTS x Black!Reader

First chapter! The rest will be written in November, but for now, please enjoy the beginning of forever. Requests for moodboards and reactions open!

Even though I was the one who came to Korea after months of travel trying to find the origin of my family’s necklace, I was so tired of the king. It was clear his actions were ruled by fear. His rules and such were so harsh for the simple reason of fear. He wanted to keep the kind hearted foreigner–aka me–safe.

“Please, do not go near the rivers at night. Stay away from all caves and for goodness sake, do not go to the waterfall unattended.” He said in his outfit which I had learned was a hanbok. Rich in blue tones and emblazoned with gold.

However, I was able to get information from the help around the palace and from my few supervised trips amongst the commoners. I was no different from them other than my pallor was the same as some of the medicinal bark they tried to sell me.

Nearly 34 moons had passed since I arrived in this land. All were spent confirming what I knew. This is where I was supposed to be. The King’s fear came from the scaled beasts which roamed near those areas and were known for kidnapping its youth to eat. There were also rumors of those who bathed near the waterfall becoming impregnated with non-human children.

At least, most would appear human until they hit puberty. Others showed their scales before or after, but most hide if they even suspect they have part of the scaled beast within them. Another option for the half scaled creatures’ offspring was that the parent who birthed them sent them away or killed them before too many people knew about it.

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#part 2 coming soon #I'll finish Forest Faries soon too #lost my muse for a bit #admin peaches

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hi guys dae here, i’m going to be opening up request only for got7 members as of right now. i do reactions, fake texts, and also full blown imagines. i predominately write for poc, but request are open to everyone. i’m only taking three request at a time, just submit your request to my ask and i’ll get to them as soon as possible.

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MY BLACK QUEENS/POC/HOTTIES; ASSEMBLE! 🥰

https://moonlightdreamzz.tumblr.com/post/190068419868/725pm-you-know-i-dont-care-what-they-say

With all the love I recieved in my inbox, I had to do it. This is my POC account, where I will happily get more descriptive. This is where we all can be appreciated, and described with our skin tone, and all your glory. Please follow and send requests!! i can’t wait to let us shine here as well. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨🧚🏽‍♀️

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May I ask how would you feel about making a poc blog? I notice you made separate accounts for groups (I read it all btw uwu😩!) so maybe you could just make a whole separate account focusing on black readers/poc readers and stuff? I think you would kill that.

you guys know I’d do anything for you...so how do you guys feel about this?? i’m 100% down for making another blog!! 😳❤️❤️❤️❤️ it wouldn’t be just NCT either. i can write about everyone on there.

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Day 5 | Gingerbread

Black!Reader x BTS

You weren’t sure if this was really the best job for you seeing as it included talking to people a lot and explaining in excruciating detail how things went even though there was clear instruction on the back. What was worse were the children who tried to eat the Christmas display even though there was a sign that said, “DO NOT EAT” in red glitter letters. Parents wouldn’t even try to stop them.

Still, you needed a job since you lost yours recently for not accepting the creepy and borderline stalker advances of your boss’s son. So here you were in a clear apron and green sweater with comfy jeans and Converse on working in the newest addition to BigHit, its café. Unlike most corporate cafés, BigHit Café was not attached to the main office building of BigHit Entertainment. Instead, the dark wood and green marbled setting was near Han River.

This means it was where a lot of families came to visit as well as beautiful couples, not to mention foreigners and bloggers. It was a very varied clientele, so you were usually very busy. Especially today.

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Day 10 | On Tip Toes

Black!Reader x Dad!Namjoon

An excited dark tan little human woke up to their own inner clock and looks around. Mama or Dad must’ve brought them in here after they fell asleep on the couch. Either way, the young girl knew what day it was and excitedly climbed down the pipe like ladder.

She had wanted them painted like the candles in the Kwanzaa display on the special table, but Mama had never gotten to it. Mama was a busy woman and–

Wait, what’s this? There was a camera in the corner of the room. Ah, them again. It was Christmas Day, so of course the aunties and uncles came to visit and set up the cameras while they slept. Sparkling white teeth showed off to the camera and a small hand waved before the roundest face in the world turned to see its only match.

She quickly used her tiny feet to walk towards a face similar to her’s and kneel on the step before the doorway beneath the dark gray sign that read “SANTA’S WORKSHOP” in English and tapped a shirt covered in candy patterns.

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Day 8 | Sugar Plum

Hahahahaha. Out of order. Late post? Anyways, I’ll be posting the rest of the prompts in the next three days!

Black! / Actor!Reader x Namjoon

We (Ice) Dance

You had gotten the chance to travel to Korea for the Agwe Company of Once on This Island. You played Asaka and loved it so much when you were recognized on the street. Sometimes fans would ask you to sing and were so happy when you asked “English or Korean?”. They wanted you to sound like the original recording, so they usually said English. You were happy to oblige.

Today was opening night, and there were some big names coming to this show. It was hard not to let the attention get to your head, but it was hard when you had done 10 different shows and interviews this week to help promote for the big night. Yeongja was there waiting for you to greet you and tell you how excited she was to see you on stage.

When you and the actress that played Ti Moune had gone on Hello Conselor, you two had gotten to perform part of “Mama Will Provide” and looking back the editors were so dramatic. She loved it, though and said how your demeanor had instantly changed. You were more on the shy spectrum of things, but when the music began you were a Goddess. Capital G. Asaka, Mother of the Earth.

You were put into your hair and makeup and costume. It wasn’t your full regalia yet. Still, you got into costume and did your vocal warm ups. Part of your heart wanted to peak into the audience, but knew it was better not to since you’d be there later in your full table cloth dress. It was more fashioned like a lavish hanbok because of location.

Asaka’s dress was green and floral and quite flowy and fun. Erzulie’s was more regal and flowing. Her hair was even done up more lavishly by the end of the show with a crown framing her beautiful face. Your personal fave was Papa Ge who was black with red accents for blood. She carried dual swords for most of the show while Agwe was covered in head to toe in blue. He also had on a traditional hat but it was made to look like it was a fishing net while his clothing glittered like scales.

When it came time for your solo, you were excited and snuck into the audience and sat posed next to a familiar face. Your brain was in actress mode, so you didn’t take time to figure out who it was. Then the music began.

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Day 11 | Winter Wedding

Black!Reader x Mingi

Drabble (aka no read more)

You were in a snow white hanbok ready to walk down the aisle. As Korean weddings went, you greeting both houses before the vows were said. Mingi was promising his life to you since he had given you his heart a long time ago.

Even though you were bowing before his parents now, less than a year ago, they were trying to pay you to not marry their son. They didn’t want their son marrying a black girl. You had suspected this because of how their world was, but the false ginger loved you way too much to give you up.

He still invited them, but told them he was going to marry me no matter what. And so he did. Right now.

“I do.” He said with tears of love falling from his eyes. “I do promise all of that and more, jagiya.”

You were swallowing your tears back even though they still stung and a droplet rolled down your cheek. Looking at his parents, your parents, all of the people who had come to your Christmas day wedding here in Korea, you knew what you had to say. Not just because of them, but because you love Mingi with everything inside of you.

“I do.” You said with a loving and eager sigh.

“You may now kiss the bride, Merry Christmas!”

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Day 5 | Gingerbread

Black!Reader x BTS

You weren’t sure if this was really the best job for you seeing as it included talking to people a lot and explaining in excruciating detail how things went even though there was clear instruction on the back. What was worse were the children who tried to eat the Christmas display even though there was a sign that said, “DO NOT EAT” in red glitter letters. Parents wouldn’t even try to stop them.

Still, you needed a job since you lost yours recently for not accepting the creepy and borderline stalker advances of your boss’s son. So here you were in a clear apron and green sweater with comfy jeans and Converse on working in the newest addition to BigHit, its café. Unlike most corporate cafés, BigHit Café was not attached to the main office building of BigHit Entertainment. Instead, the dark wood and green marbled setting was near Han River.

This means it was where a lot of families came to visit as well as beautiful couples, not to mention foreigners and bloggers. It was a very varied clientele, so you were usually very busy. Especially today.

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Teaser Moodboard: Elf Twins

Byeol-ie decided to go around and greet all of the aunties and uncles.

They were in Christmas themed tents to help make the young kids more comfortable. The crew of The Return of Superman always came around every once in a while, and it was usually the same ones unless someone was sick or quit or got fired, y’know. Choseungdal had taken a liking to one unnie in particular.

She kissed Camera Unnie on the cheek to greet her while shyly waving to the others. The twins had gained personalities rather quickly according to the family counselor we went to see. Byeoljali…had a more outgoing personality and would often speak up for Choseungdal who was rather non verbal. I had a suspicion that she was like me, and so we were always extra clear in instruction and repeated stuff a lot to make it easier for her to understand.

Byeol was Byeoljali’s nickname. We named her as such since she had light hazel almost amber eyes. Choseungdal was often shortened to Cho-ie.

They were both cheeky sweethearts, though. Both girls enjoyed creative things, so the crafts room sometimes took over the living room. Currently, the girls were not allowed to use rhinestones because it had taken nearly a whole day to get all of them out of RapMon’s fur. The older dog understood that they were only little and they had apologized in the form of treats, so he wasn’t mad.

My two girls sat down after picking out which gift they wanted and I was there with my own camera to take pictures of them opening up their gifts. Luckily, they had similar hobbies, so gifts were easy.

“On three, start ripping them open.” I said. “Ask Dad for help if you need it.”

“Appa!” Cho-ie said. “Help me, please.”

He chuckled and went to sit in between them just in case. I counted to three, and the box opening began. Byeoljali began to open up the gift with raptor like swiftness while Cheoseungdal made sure it was unfolded properly with hardly any rips. Yep, we literally had a moon child. How could we not?

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My Girl ~1~ [I Miss You]

So, apparently Tumblr deleted my entire fic. Luckily, I had it all saved on AO3, so no sweat. Reblog, comment, all that jazz. Hype me up please because honestly my stuff never really gets read and it gets daunting, especially having been a writer for years. Anyway, enjoy!

  Check it out on AO3 (you can read ahead there!)

Pairing: NamjoonxOC

Genre/Warnings: Romance, smut, angst

Song Recommended: As I Am by Kehlani

Summary: Being in an interracial relationship is tough, especially when you have so many people around you telling you that it’s wrong. When Namjoon meets his soulmate, Sade, he fails to hit the mark one too many times when it comes to meeting her expectations. However, as much as she wants to push him away, the depth of their love won’t let him go away. After all, she’s his girl and nothing can ever change that.

Preview: “Don’t ever leave me,” he kissed the top of my head that was buried in the crook of his neck and continued to stroke up and down my back. “Never,” I whispered. “I love you too much.”

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Like for an official invite!

There was a couple simply standing in front of your door, both in white diamond encrusted masquerade masks. The two of you instantly froze and prepared to run. Your hand was already reaching for the pepper spray when they both bowed. Rabbit and a Butterfly.

“Please don’t be afraid. We are only here to deliver this year’s invitations.” The taller one said.

Namjoon nodded, “Right. Almost forgot. Please, come in if you have the time.” and moved to open the door.

He unlocked it. You knew who the Rabbit was, but you weren’t sure about the other. Butterly was Namjoon’s Mentor, his Guide. Yet you had no clue about her identity except she was well revered in k-pop history. Your guess had been someone from SNSD. You weren’t allowed to know, however, so you would spend many years wondering.

Once inside, you jabbed Heechul’s arm, “I hate when you show up unannounced, and you know that.” no longer in awe of everything he was. You were too close of friends for that.

“Ouch. Don’t treat me like that. I’m working.” He chuckled and then pulled out a five colored envelope from his pocket.

Your name was on the back. Namjoon was handed one by his Mentor with his own stage name on it in neat hangul. You received the letters with both hands and thanked them.

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Peachtober | Day 14: Overgrown

Black!Reader x Monster Woo

Summary: Monster Woo is a simple man who sells flowers for a living and you are an Instagram photographer. Your models’ faces are better known than you yourself, but Woo wants to see what’s behind the camera.

Genre: Fluff

Moodboard and reaction requests open! Mstrlst in bio!

During a sunny Spring Day, a new shipment of flowers come in at 꽃벌 (play on words of flower and bee). It is the largest one since it is the start of the season. Valentine’s Day is long gone, and White Day was a hit. All of the red and white roses being 70% of the seasonal inventory and now going back to its regular 40% since roses would sell no matter what season or occasion.

Youngwoo rolled up his burgundy sleeves to help the part time worker carry large sacks of fertilizer and dirt into the back while she balanced seedlings and vases under her arms and even atop her coily buzzcut.

“Naveah, once you’re done bringing in all the pots, can you start organizing them please?” He asked.

“Sure, Big Daddy.” She replied.

The tall man sighed, “I told you to stop calling me that.”

Naveah just smiled in response and continued to carry the rest of the product until the truck was empty. Then she began sorting pots by height and material while Woo worked on answering calls and writing down some new clients and jobs they were wanted for. A few weddings, a birthday, two divorce parties. One he turned down because they were planning on burning flowers, and he could never imagine putting his beautiful gifts through that.

A young woman about 20 or older came in dressed in purple slacks, heels to match, and a white shirt. Her typha colored hand reaching into her purse for her phone to check if she was at the right location.

She entered the store and Woo told the woman on the phone, “One second.”

“Hello.”

“Hello, I am Y/N and I run a photography blog. I was wondering if you would be interested in hiring me to take pictures of your flowers for advertising. I have experience with both still life and live models.” She said, setting her card down on the desk.

Woo picked it up and read the Hangul and the English translation. She was a photographer for sure.

“Why does your name seem so familiar?”

She gave a smile, “A few of my models have walked during Seoul Fashion Week this past bit cuz they saw my photos.”

He smiled, “Ah, right. It seems like  with a face like yours, you would be the one in front of the camera.”

Y/N began to blush, “Oh, um. Thank you.”

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Let Black Women Be Princesses

In an interview after the Oscars, Viola Davis said she felt like a princess when she got her Oscar. She followed up by saying she never feels like a princess. In the notes of the gifset here on Tumblr, you’ll notice people, plenty of non-Black people specifically, saying she’s never felt like a princess because she is a Queen.

Now. There is a certain vulnerability and softness that comes with feeling specifically like a princess. A sweet delicate nature that Black Women are often stripped of. If she says she felt like a princess, she should be allowed the room to say PRINCESS not Queen. Queen is often tied to strength and a larger-than-life image that people LOVE to project onto their favorite Black Women, celebrity or not. Sometimes it’s nice….other times, it’s EXHAUSTING. You mean well, but relax.

Let Viola, and Black Women, be princesses.