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softbobamilktae · 2 years

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Red-Stained Hands

Pairing: Idol!Jimin x Teacher!OC

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: brief mentions of bad parental relationship?

Summary: Nubia, despite once dreading her wedding day, finds much joy in the days leading up to her wedding and even the entire day itself.

Nubia had been told her whole life that her wedding day would be the most important day of her life. She’d never believed that, especially not after the countless number of arrangements her parents had tried to put her into, some with men older than even her oldest brother. She’d shuddered to think of older men when she was younger, hoping that one day she’d find a man her age who chose to love her without the enforcement from their parents.

She’d failed in one aspect there. Jimin was eight years older than her. This was not something she dwelled on now that she was older, nor had she even been aware of the fact for a long while after they’d met. She was twenty-four now, so eight years wasn’t so big of an age gap as it would’ve been when she was sixteen. The important thing to her now was that she’d found someone who loved and respected her the way her brothers taught her she should be. And they all approved of Jimin, which was the biggest green flag she could’ve been handed.

Three and a half years ago, Nubia would’ve told someone they were crazy had they said she’d marry the guy who had tripped the waiter the day she’d been stood up on her blind date. She would’ve thought them even crazier six months after that when she learned who he was. But here she was, in England again for the celebration of her life.

Every bit of her being had wanted to go home to Egypt to get married, but she couldn’t handle being that close to her mother on the big day. Ammah Ebony had offered a quick and easy solution to this problem: Nubia and Jimin could get married at her church in England. It was the perfect solution. Nubia knew her brothers and their families would all fly to England for the wedding, and everyone else she wanted to invite was either in England or Korea.

She was going to have the most beautiful wedding with all of her close friends and family with her, and she’d be marrying a man she truly cared for. She knew that it would’ve been possible for her to find love through an arrangement her parents made. After all, two of her brothers had found such love in their arranged marriages, but there was something so freeing about getting to choose her own destiny and being able to avoid those horrors she’d once suffered at the hands of multiple men.

So, off to England she went to marry the man of her dreams. And in her opinion, England had never been more beautiful.

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All of the weddings Nubia had been to outside of her own brothers’ had been simply a day or two of her time, but this was far different. She and the vast majority of her guests were arriving in town five days before the wedding, and most of them would probably be there for around a week. Part of this was to prepare for the wedding, but for the most part she just had loads of family all coming from Egypt that she wanted to see.

She headed to England a few days early, though. She had a few things to take care of before the wedding, and she wanted some time with her aunt before the rest of her family arrived. Astrid and Zelda were joining her, both of them having wanted to be there with her to help prepare for the wedding.

That was how the three of them wound up on the tram through the London airport one Saturday, a sleepy Zoro clinging to Zelda as the walls zoomed past them. Astrid was reminiscing of the last time they’d been in this airport together nearly two years ago.

Nubia was ignoring all of this, though. Her gaze was firmly planted on the gold band that adorned her right ring finger. In a week’s time, that ring would be on her other hand, finally joining her engagement ring. It seemed so surreal to her. That band had been on her right hand for nearly a year and a half now. She was getting married. It was really happening finally.

Ammah Ebony picked the three of them up an hour later once they’d found all their luggage. Thankfully, Zoro had been pretty silent throughout the whole ordeal despite how clearly tired he was.

“Nubia! I’m so happy to have you home, darling,” Ammah Ebony greeted with a grin as she pulled Nubia into a hug.

“You saw me two months ago,” Nubia giggled.

“Indeed. That doesn’t mean I can’t miss you, though.” She glanced at the other two girls. “Oh, Zelda! This is the little one? He’s not so tiny anymore.”

Zelda shook her head. “He’s getting big.” She adjusted him against her hip. “I supposed you’ve never met him, though. Can you say hi, Zoro?”

The little boy buried his face in his mother’s shoulder with a protestant whine.

“That’s ok. He can say hi to me later. We need to get you girls some food!”

Ammah Ebony had, as always, cooked a feast for dinner. It was more like a late lunch at the time they were eating, but time was of no meaning after skipping over eight time zones.

“Did I ever show you my dress, Ammah?” Nubia asked.

“No, I don’t think you did.”

She grinned. “Let me go get it! I’ll show it to you!”

The dress she carried out of her bedroom five minutes later was absolutely massive. The skirt had probably at the very least ten layers, and it was long enough that it likely dragged on the ground when she wore it. The top of it was long-sleeved and had a multitude of flowers embroidered on it.

“Oh, wow! That’s absolutely beautiful! Did you find that in Korea?”

Nubia shook her head. “Jamila took me dress shopping when I went to Egypt in January. I had someone in Korea alter it for me a few weeks ago so that it fits me for the wedding.”

“Well, I love it. You’re going to look gorgeous in it.”

Nubia smiled. “Thank you.”

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The night that Nubia had been looking forward to the most had finally arrived. Laylat al-hinna, or henna night. She’d gone to Jamila, Shani, Bahiti, and Saanvi’s when they’d married her brothers, and it was finally her turn to have one. As far as Nubia knew, henna night was a tradition held only in the middle east, and she could say this was probably correct by the reaction she’d gotten from all six of the other girls when she’d mentioned the tradition to them.

Typically, the events of the night varied based on what the bride wanted, but every henna night included, of course, henna art, along with dancing and food. Nubia had gone shopping in Egypt with her sisters-in-law for quite a few things. They’d bought some special outfits for the night, and they’d even chosen some henna that Saanvi had agreed to bring with her on their flight.

The girls all gathered at Ahmma Ebony’s house the night of the party. There weren’t that many of them, but it was certainly enough to be considered a party. All six of the girls were there along with her four sisters-in-law, Kema, her eight-year-old niece, Eva, her best friend in while she’d lived in England, and Brooke and Iseul, the two girls she taught with back in Korea. Maybe if she’d been in Egypt, there would’ve been other girls she would’ve invited, but these were all the girls that were in town for her wedding.

Everyone was dressed in something nice, per Nubia’s request. She’d taken quite a few of the girls shopping since they hadn’t known what to wear for the night. Ammah Ebony had found two henna artists from in town for the night, and she’d also made them a plethora of snacks.

The night started out with lots of dancing and music, which all of the girls were very enthused to participate in. Even Kema was dancing along with the ladies. This went on for about an hour before the henna artists arrived and Ahmma Ebony set out the snacks.

“I think this is a lot more fun than my bridal shower was,” Zelda commented as she sat down next to Nubia after grabbing a drink.

“Oh, come on,” Nubia laughed. “Your bridal shower was fun. You had so many people there, too!”

“Well, I have a lot of sisters and cousins. There were a lot of people to invite. This seems…more intimate. And we actually have activities!”

Nubia grinned. “You’re enjoying yourself, then?”

“Of course! This is so much fun. Thanks for inviting me.”

“How could I not? You’re my best friend.”

Zelda smiled. “Well. That didn’t mean you had to invite me.”

Nubia shook her head. “You’re silly. You invited me to your wedding preparations long before we were close friends.”

There was a silence the two of them shared for a few seconds before Nubia continued.

“Do you want to go get some henna done?”

“I’d love to! I think you should go first, though. You are the bride, after all.”

“Ok. I’ll get one of my hands done, and then you can get something done. How’s that?”

Zelda smiled. “Deal.”

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“Nubia,” Saanvi patted her on the back. “You’re gotta see this.”

Nubia turned around, and Saanvi held her hands up. They were covered in henna designs. Nubia grinned.

“Those are awesome!”

“Did you see the butterfly?” Saanvi pointed out. “I loved this one. It’s so detailed.”

Nubia squinted at the pattern on the back of her hand. “That’s gorgeous. I might have to get one of those. Maybe…on my calf? What do you think?”

“That’s a good idea! It’ll look great there.”

“Did you say they have butterflies?” Kema interjected, staring up at both of her aunts.

“Yeah, they do!” Saanvi held her hand out to the little girl. “What do you think? You want one of these too? We can match!”

Kema grinned. “Yeah! Let’s do that!”

Saanvi was being tugged away a moment later, making Nubia laugh.

Nubia found her way over to the counter where all the snacks had been spread out. Astrid was practically devouring the whole island.

“Your aunt is an amazing cook! I don’t think I’ve had food this good in my whole life.”

Nubia laughed. “Didn’t you have some of her food when we were here two years ago?”

“Mmm! Yes. I don’t remember it being this good, though. Do you think we can take her home with us?”

“I mean…she might agree. You can always ask.”

“I think I just might. Even my own mom’s food isn’t this good.”

“Maybe you just like Egyptian cooking,” Nubia replied with another laugh as she helped herself to a few grape leaves.

“Oh, I definitely do. Your aunt’s is just beyond words, though!”

“That’s true. Even in Egypt, nothing compares to the way she makes things.”

Astrid leaned against the counter. “Is that all the henna you’re getting done?”

Nubia’s entire right arm was covered at this point, along with part of her left leg.

Nubia shook her head. “Oh, no. I’ll be doing much more of it. I’ll basically be covered all over when we’re done. I just wanted to give the other girls a chance to get some done.”

“Your whole body?” Astrid asked.

“Well, not my whole body. Just my arms and lower legs. Getting this much henna is already going to make sleeping awkward tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Everyone always says that it doesn’t stain the sheets if it rubs off, but that doesn’t mean I’m not paranoid!”

Astrid laughed. “I see. Can you just take the paste off before going to bed, then?”

Nubia shook her head. “The longer it stays on, the better it stains, so I want to keep it on until the morning.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you’ve worn it to bed before, right? I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Nubia nodded. “I will be. Are you going to get anything else done?”

Astrid glanced down at her single hand that was covered in henna. “Maybe not. I want to be able to eat as much as I want tonight!”

“Understandable.”

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It was nearly two before exhaustion started to hit everyone. It didn’t really make sense considering mostly everyone there was from countries far ahead of the London time, but the excitement of the night had kept all of them awake.

Nubia settled into bed about half an hour later, still buzzing from the excitement of the evening. She was exhausted, sure, but she didn’t remember the last time she’d had that much fun. They needed to have celebrations more often.

She stared up at the ceiling with a grin. This had truly been the most perfect night. She’d gotten to spend time with all the people she loved, and there hadn’t been any drama as she’d done so! All of the nagging family members she’d had were left off the wedding guest list in its entirety, so there wasn’t much at all she had to worry about. She could spend the rest of the weekend the way she pleased without worrying about anyone judging.

And tomorrow, when she woke up, she’d be hours away from marrying the love of her life. That gold band would very soon be making its way to her left hand, a sign that she’d made a promise to Jimin. It was oh so amazing, and she couldn’t be more excited than she was now. Nothing would matter tomorrow except the two of them. She could forget everything her mother had ever said to her and every unkind word men had thrown at her in her younger years. Tomorrow was about her and Jimin. That was it.

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“I wish I’d had you to help me when shopping for my wedding dress,” Jasmine gasped after Nubia had done a twirl in her gown for them.

Nubia laughed. “Why is that?”

“Your dress is stunning! You look like a princess!”

“Aw. I wouldn’t say that.”

“It’s true,” Zelda nodded.

“Well, thank you guys. It covers quite a bit of my henna, though. Should we cut the sleeves?”

Rosaelia gasped in horror. “You absolutely may not! That dress is a fashion masterpiece. Don’t you dare cut them! I have a better solution.”

The sleeves of the dress were quite long and loose, so Rosaelia had no issue bunching them up and pinning them. The way she’d done it looked entirely intentional and not like a last-ditch effort to uncover Nubia’s henna.

“There. What do we think of that?”

“It looks awesome! Thank you so much. I don’t know what I was thinking when I chose this dress. I really didn’t even think about not wanting my henna to be covered.”

“Well, it’s a beautiful dress. I’d imagine all your other thoughts went out the window when you tried it on!”

“Did you wear a dress like this when you got married?”

Rosaelia smiled faintly. “Um, no. My dress was actually quite underwhelming. Yoongi and I eloped, so I didn’t feel the need for an extravagant gown.”

“Did you want a gown?” Nubia asked quietly.

Rosaelia glanced over at her. “Let’s not ask questions about me today. It’s your day. We can discuss me another time.”

Nubia decided to let it go for that moment in time. Maybe they could discuss it later. She had a church to get to, anyways.

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Jimin and Nubia met up before the ceremony. The two of them would be arriving at the church together. Nubia quite liked this, because it meant they would get a few moments alone in the car together before they had to see all their guests.

“You look quite handsome,” Nubia grinned.

Jimin was wearing a black tuxedo. Simple, but elegant. He looked so good in it.

“And you look quite beautiful. Are you excited?”

“Terrified,” she breathed, still staring up at him with wide eyes. She didn’t look terrified. She looked thrilled.

“Why?”

“I…I don’t know. I just can’t wait to marry you, honestly.”

“And that makes you terrified?” he chuckled.

“Well, no, I suppose. I’m terrified, but it’s in a good way. You know?”

He nodded. “I see. So, just very excited?”

“Yeah. That’s the word.”

“You’re ready to get married, then?”

“I’m beyond ready. We should’ve done this way sooner.”

The ceremony lasted until noon, and after that, they had a wedding procession. This was the time that Nubia had been waiting for for over a year. That band would finally be on her left hand.

Jimin picked up her right hand first, sliding the band off her finger. Then, she offered her left hand to him, and he slid the ring on where her engagement ring had sat only hours before. She’d taken it off for the wedding, because she believed that her wedding band should go on her bare finger. After the ring was snugly on her finger, she took his band off and transferred it to his left ring finger. Then she grinned up at him. It was time to party now.

The two of them were seated at the beginning of the party as the music began. It felt like this was the first time in a while that they’d truly seen each other. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Did you enjoy the ceremony?”

“Very much. I would’ve enjoyed any ceremony if I got to do it with you, though.”

She grinned. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. That’s how I feel.”

“We could’ve been married in the courthouse back home, then?”

He grimaced. “Well, that’s no fun. We need to have a party to celebrate our marriage, don’t we?”

She giggled. “I totally agree. This week has been so much fun.” She nudged his arm. “Did you see my henna?” she held her arm out to him. “We did it last night at my henna night.”

“It’s awesome! I wish I could’ve gotten some.”

“Well, you could. I think we have some paste over from last night. I could get it and make some designs on your hands, if you’d like.”

He grinned. “Would you?”

“Yes, of course! Would you like me to? Saanvi still has the paste, I’m sure.”

“I’d love that. We can do it tonight?”

“Yeah! Well, we might do it in the morning if we don’t have time tonight. Who knows what time we’ll be getting to the hotel.”

“That’s true. We’ll be here until nine, right?”

She nodded. “Now that I’m talking about this, I think eight hours is a longgggggggggg time to be partying, even for a wedding.”

“Are you already getting tired of this?”

“No, but now I want to go to the hotel and henna your hands,” she laughed.

“We can go soon enough,” he told her.

And truthfully, it was a good thing that the party didn’t end so soon. Nubia quite enjoyed herself on the dance floor and cutting the cake and drinking sharbat after that. It was all oh so special, specifically to her, because all of the customs that she’d once dreading having to perform were things she was enjoying today – all because she was doing it with a man she loved. It was amazing how just one person could turn an entire day upside down for you.

Although Nubia wished to stay longer after the party, she knew it was well beyond time that she and Jimin head to their hotel. Besides that, she wasn’t really sure she could handle lugging around her massive dress much longer. It was beginning to feel heavy.

After retrieving the henna paste and a few other things from Saanvi, they headed out. Thankfully, they had nowhere to be tomorrow. They’d pushed their honeymoon back a day so they could have some time to rest before going on a trip. After all, they’d practically just spent a week doing wedding things. They needed a break.

Jimin discovered what an intricate art form henna was that night. Nubia was very particular and careful in how she drew on his skin. The two of them had long removed their wedding clothes, and they were now just in simple loungewear as they laid on the bed.

“Will this not stain the sheets tonight?”

Nubia shook her head. “If we wait for it to harden enough, it won’t stain them. We can watch a show while we wait, maybe? What’s on TV?”

As Jimin flipped through the channels on the TV, Nubia put all of her tools away. She nearly laughed as she considered this night in comparison to how her friends had spoken about their wedding nights. She, like quite a few of her friends, had waited until marriage to sleep with anyone, but that hadn’t even been on the planner for the night for them, it seemed. Maybe other girls would’ve taken this as an offense to their ability to be desired, but Nubia was very glad that they weren’t doing anything tonight. She was far too exhausted to explore something new at this moment in time, and she was sure Jimin was as well. He hadn’t mentioned a single thing about it. Besides, they had all of tomorrow to do whatever they pleased. Tonight could be a time for them to rest.

It wasn’t long before she crawled into bed. This was the first time that she’d really seen all of her henna since scraping off the paste that morning. She wiggled her toes.

“Did you see my feet?”

“I did!” Jimin grinned. “They’re very pretty. You’ve got a butterfly there,” he pointed to her ankle.

“You noticed!” she grinned.

He nodded. “It’s amazing how they can do that. I’d imagine it takes a steady hand.”

“It does.” She leaned against him then, seeking warmth for her tired muscles. “I had a lot of fun today.”

He wrapped his arms around her, being very careful not to smudge her work as he did so. Then he kissed her forehead. “I did too. We should do it again sometime.”

She laughed. “Get married again?”

“Mhm. That’s a thing, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know about that. Where did you get this information?”

He shrugged, making her giggle.

“We can go to sleep as soon as your henna is dry enough, right?” she asked with a yawn.

“We can,” he assured her.

She nuzzled her face into his chest. “Good. I don’t think I can stay awake much longer. Today was so long.”

“You think so? It went by in the blink of an eye for me.”

She smiled in a sort of way that would’ve made him think she was drunk had he not known there was no alcohol in her system. “I’m glad…it was that fun. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he smiled. “Can I have a kiss before you float off into dreamland?”

She perked up at this, sitting up slightly so her lips could meet his. She smiled as she did so.

“Is that good enough for you?”

He grinned. “No.” Then he stole another kiss from her. A few more kisses, and she was giggling.

“I think it’s time for me to sleep,” she yawned yet again. “Do you think you can stay up without me?”

“I have this TV to keep me company. I’ll manage twenty minutes.”

“Good,” she nodded, leaning against him once again. This time, she wiggled the blankets out from under them so she could pull them over her legs. “Goodnight.” She glanced up at him. “I can’t wait to wake up to you tomorrow.”

He nuzzled his nose against her forehead. “I can’t wait either.”

This is part of the Dad!BTS series that can be found here

A/N: I had SO much fun researching wedding henna and the henna night. The more I research wedding traditions from other cultures the more I realize my family has the blandest wedding traditions 😭 I’m suffering over here. Anyways idk why but the whole henna thing thrilled me beyond end and I absolutely love how this fic turned out. I also genuinely forgot this was about Jimin for a bit minute because I was just eating up the henna thing tbh. Also, side note, this is my longest Dad!BTS fic to date. I jokingly said that the weddings would get the longer the more I wrote but I’m starting to think that was not a joke and rather a prophecy.

It would be greatly appreciated if you reblogged the story if you liked it!

Taglist: @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger @jinnie-forthe-winnie @thornedswan @aianloveseven @fly-you-dam-fools @kookstempo @armys-dna

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bangtancastle · 2 years

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Welcome to the court, subjects

Today you receive your titles of honor

Welcoming:

◇ Countess Isabella @pjmsdior

◇ Baroness Mei @meirkive

Please reblog this post and put a link to the network somewhere visible in your blog

#thank you both SO MUCH for not choosing Duchess #bangtancastle members of the court #bangtan castle

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filmsout · 1 year

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he looks like a dream (cr. namuspromised)

#bts #bangtan #jimin #park jimin #btsgif #dailybts #*#*gifs #100jimin #his earring reminds me sO much of howl from howls moving castle #its the teardrop earring !!

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bts-trans · 7 months

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230925 RM’s Instagram Stories

Story 2: 틱톡 시대니까 스페드 업 (x2) https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3199608756009575291

Sped-up (x2) version because this is the TikTok era

Trans cr; Aditi @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

#230925 #rm #namjoon #two separate posts because Tumblr is the worst with video uploading #instagram #insta #story #video #bts #bangtan #merry go round of life #howl's moving castle #piano music

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delionarkive · 1 year

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I forgot to share my Yoongi as Howl 🥺

🫧U can get the print on:

#bts fanart #bts #fanart #bangtan sonyeondan #bts army #bts suga #min yoongi #suga #howl #howl moving castle #howl pendragon #howl fanart #ghiblifanart

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sorry-im--sarah · 2 years

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i cannot even tell you how many hours i’ve worked on all these lockscreens lol

(more on my page)

#min yoongi #yoongi #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #converse high #howls moving castle #cottage core #vintage #ios 16 #ios 16 update #ios 16 layout #lockscreen #lockscreen homescreen #homescreen #ios 16 shortcuts #ios 16 icon #icon

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joonsbees · 2 years

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thank you @ghiblipop for organising this event! I chose to draw jungkook as Howl's from Howl's Moving Castle 🙆🏼‍♀️

#ghiblipop #my art #bts #bangtan #jungkook #bts fanart #bts fan art #bts art #jungkook fanart #howls moving castle #howl pendragon #studio ghibli

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catclismojkv · 11 months

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teteco como Howl

my ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/catclismo

available in: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/catclismo/taehyung-as-howl-yoongi-as-calcifer/

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byuljoonie · 7 months

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The fact that I’ve been watching and crying to Howl’s moving castle the past week and a half,,,now joon plays it on the piano?.?? IM A WRECK shdbdjdsbsjsj

#bts fanfic #bts #bangtan #bts rm #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts army #ARMY #kim namjoon #bts namjoon #namjoon #joonie #howls moving castle

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abel660660 · 4 months

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#October #u2 #lyrics #bono #autumn #maple leaves #castle #poetry #quote #love #aesthetic #my photos #Katsuyama #japan #travel #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #trivia love #love yourself #rm #Kim namjoon

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trivia-yandere · 6 months

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Hello! I love the stories you guys write! Thank you for taking the time to write. I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests, but I was wondering if you could write king jungkook/jimin tying princess reader up to the bed and having his way with her and it’s her first time. She has to marry him now. Thank you again!

so i followed most of what you sent, with a little twist :) i hope what we came up with is enjoyable

word is bond

in order to save your kingdom from perishing, you agree to give your body to the demon king - jimin. @chimmy-licious @bangtans-momma @sweetempathprunetree @momnomnom @darkuni63

word count: 5.142

warning: unsolicited touching/groping/biting/grinding, blood, voyeurism, public humiliation/degradation, oral (f receiving), throat fucking, yandere tendencies, finger sucking, dark themes, sadism, compulsion, riding, creampie, violence, multiple character deaths, manipulation, mind break,

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The castle walls are tall, towering hundreds of feet above you. The throne room is bright - pentagon shaped windows shining the early morning sun into the throne room. You saunter down the marble floor, the heels of your boots clicking against it. Your royal attire is made to attract attention - and to separate you from the townspeople, of course. The royal jacket is larger than you’d like, but plated in gold, fur lined around the collar of it. Your skirt drags along the floor as does the cape you wore.

You can feel the eyes of the townspeople, behind a mountain of guards, on you. You keep your eyes straight ahead on the throne, the large elevated seat that you once dreamed of sitting upon.

You made your way to the throne chair, a guard assisting you upon the elevated surface. You look back at the large crowd, so many people in such a closed off room - all of which are here for you. Your heart feels heavy with joy knowing that your people were here to witness you be crowned as Queen.

Your eyes caught with your brother - the former King. He’s seated at the far right of the large throne room, an emotionless look in his eyes. He doesn’t smile your way when your eyes meet, but you aren’t surprised. You cannot recall the last time your brother smiled at you, maybe back before he was crowned as King once the death of your parents; and that was many years ago.

The crowd begins to clap and cheer once they witness Haneul, an old soldier who once fought alongside your father and now stood as a mentor, lift the crown high above your head. The crown is gold, several circle ornaments displayed upon it with several different gemstones and diamonds upon it. A smile forms onto your lips when you feel the crown be placed upon your head.

“All hail the Queen!” Haneul says, voice boisterous and loud so all of the crowd could hear.

You bow your head slightly to the crowd, eyes roaming to all faces of the people - your people.

Once again, your eyes meet those of your brother. You aren’t upset that he doesn’t appear cheerful - after all, the throne was overthrown and now you took his spot as ruler. However, there's a tint in his eyes that you cannot understand.

Your elder brother had been King for years now, nearing a decade since the death of your father a year after your mother. He wasn’t married, and still hasn't found a wife to call Queen. He was always a busy man, becoming a soldier once he was of age, working his way up to lieutenant, sergeant and so on.

The death of your father came sudden, and your brother was crowned King a week after. You saw the once youthful look turn to one full of stress and disdain. His expression turned emotionless overtime, appearing completely far gone.

Your brother was once loved as a Prince, but became hated as a King. He became tyrannical once he was in power, no longer valuing the townspeople's needs or wants. He was now responsible for the suffering of the same people, forcing working hours to increase, along with tax becoming nearly unreasonable. Anyone who rebelled against your brother was arrested, sended to an underground confinement - and likely to die.

What caused the rebellion against your brother had you at the forefront of it all. You had begged your brother to stop his madness, that it wasn’t like him to be such a cruel individual. You had stormed past guards and elite soldiers to get to your brother, in his hands a gun pointed straight at a man. Guards are attempting to hold back a forming mod, all protesting the life of the man who your brother held a gun at.

You’d never forget that day your brother had made you decide the fate of the man. Princes or Princesses never had the authority over a King or Queen’s decision. “I allow you to live a good life in the palace, sister.” your brother stated. “But since you are too stubborn to mind the business of a Princess, then I’ll allow you to make a decision of a Queen just this once.”

The life of the angry mod - nearly 100 - or the life of the man was in your power to decide. You had refused, shaking your head at the thought of it. The man didn’t deserve to die, he was just one of the first to go against your brother's harsh ruling, the mob following soon after in protest.

“You’d be a weak Queen, sister.” was your brother's final words to you after he killed the man and detained the angry mod in confinement.

“Sister.”

It was now evening, the townspeople all guided out of the palace. It’s eerily silent inside the castle, even the guards don’t appear to speak much.

You sit inside of your study - the same that once belonged to your father and brother while they ruled. Your arms are crossed as you look upon your brother. He leans against a large bookshelf, dark eyes on you.

“Brother.”

Haneul observed the pair of you with a sigh. He was such a close friend to your father, he was there when the two of you were born nearly a decade apart. He was seen as a mentor when you both needed him to be, or a friend if it was that. Witnessing your brother become a complete tyrant wasn’t something anyone expected, but neither was the fall of love the two shared as siblings.

“Congratulations on becoming Queen.” your brother steps away from the bookshelf, hands behind his back. “You’ve surprised me by holding a sword in front of you so threateningly.”

Your brother’s teasing. He had scoffed when you had come, stating that he had no business being the King if he couldn’t run it without causing such fear upon the people.

“I have given you the title as Queen willingly. To think my own flesh and blood would betray me in such a way.” your brother hisses with a shake of his head, dark hair flowing around him.

“You became a tyrant!” you hiss, slamming your hands onto the table. “You were never a leader or a King, brother. You became someone that not even I knew.”

“I’ve done whatever to assure your safety most importantly, sister.” your brother stalks towards you, a malice look in his eye. “I’ve done everything with good reason.”

“Good reason?” you scoff. “Murdering our own people is a good reason, brother? Forcing them to work such cruel hours and raising the prices of taxes and rent is a good reason?”

You shake your head. You had no need to listen further to your brother's ramblings.

Haneul steps between the pair of you with raised hands. “Let’s attempt to remain calm.” he says with a warning tone.

“No.” your brother hisses. “Since my dear sister believes that I am nothing but a tyrant, how about I tell you the truth.”

You knit your brows at your brother.

“There’s a reason we do not get out of our Kingdom's walls and why they are so high, sister. You’ve been told countless folklore of the mountains that surround us and just how we are to not step foot from the gates - especially at night?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod your head slightly. There was never a need to question the elder people in your lives who told you how dangerous outside the walls were. The townspeople remained inside, living comfortably in their own homes. Schools, sanctuaries and factories remained inside the Kingdom grounds, surrounding the castle you resided in. There was enough food to be had between the townspeople and the royals - farmers growing the best vegetables and raising livestock and all.

“There’s a reason for this, sister.” your brother continues. “I had good reason to become the way I am. Haneul, you were one of several survivors that fought the darkness that are outside our Kingdom walls decades ago while our grandfather reigned. You understand the threat we face day by day.”

Haneul nods slowly, eyes glancing at you.

“What darkness?” you question, leaning closer to your desk.

“Women are not allowed in the army, sister, and thus you have no true reason to understand just what we are raised to fight outside the Kingdom walls. We have been able to slain such darkness for decades until a new threat came upon.”

You feel the hairs on the back of your neck rise at your brother's words.

“I’ve come face to face to a new threat, a King such as myself, of this darkness.”

Haneul is the first to react, his eyes widening at your brother's words. “Impossible.”

“I tell no lies, Haneul.” your brother shrugs. “It seems as though us slaying the lower demons were just a distraction for the King to rise into power once more.”

Demon?

“W-What-”

“Your grandfather has slain the King back in his reign. I’ve watched-”

Haneul is interrupted by your brother once more. He waves the older man off with a huff. “He was never slain, Haneul. He killed all of my men that came with me years ago and left me as the sole survivor.”

You gasp at the words.

You recall the time your brother was brought in several wounded after returning, but you were not given a direct answer to what had happened. The sight of the blood stained floors had haunted you for weeks on end.

“What exactly are you saying, brother? What darkness is threatening us?” you try your best to not appear frightened, but it’s impossible.

Your brother - after all these years - wore an expression. That of sadness…fear.It’s as though you can finally let his guard down and tell you what he was feeling; allow everything in his mind to fall right into your lap.

“The demon King was never dead, Haneul. He was unable to seek his revenge for he was wounded, which is why he had his own army to do so. But in the last few years, he’s grown stronger by the day. He warned me that we would be coming to take over our Kingdom and get revenge on the very people he managed to defeat him temporarily.”

Your brother's eyes never leave yours.

“You and I, sister, are who he wants dead. He left me alive just to spread the word - that or this is all a game to him.” your brother’s voice cracks - one that was once so deep and stern, now has a whimper to it. He can finally break the wall he has put up, but at what cause?

“I did what I had to do to raise an army to fight this darkness, sister. Haneul. I needed the townspeople working constantly on our weapons, armory and anything else we needed to fight them off. We needed the money to bring in outside sources from down the mountains if need be.”

“Brother…” Why didn’t he tell you?

“All the sacrifices I made, sister, was to not only protect the Kingdom, but to protect you.” your brother turns away from you. He was your elder brother and right before your father’s death, he had promised that you would always be out of harm's way. “You told me that you’d never forgive me for the tyrant I’ve become, sister. And that was the risk I was willing to take if it meant you’d remained alive.”

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you.

“Anything.” is what you told him.

Your brother had told you that soon - maybe within the next five months - that darkness would take over your Kingdom and that was the reason he became completely tyrannical. You now understood why he became so harsh, why he needed such a large amount of money to supply weapons and armor; even if you didn’t completely agree with his reasoning.

You were now Queen and the Kingdom and the townspeople needed you to be there for them. Against Haneul and your brothers wishes, you made your way out of the large Kingdom’s walls, assuring to close the gate behind you. You never been outside the Kingdom, walking down the dark path towards the forested area - you never had a reason to, either. The moon is high and shining bright and you’re thankful that it gives you enough light to see where you were going.

Though you were never raised to fight in the imperial army, you were trained in combat and how to protect yourself if need be - you just hoped that what you were taught was enough if you came across whatever darkness was out there.

You’re unsure how long you’ve walked the dirt path and yet, you’ve found nothing. Your plan was something you weren’t sure of yourself - find the darkness and what? Fight them off yourself?

Your head snaps to the left, instantly, you grab your dagger to defend yourself. Before you can do anything to defend yourself from any attacker, you feel your feet being lifted from the ground and the side of your body throbbing in pain.

You’re at a loss of breath, chest heaving while your heart is beating erratically. Your back is pressed firmly against a tree, your hand clenches along your ribcage.

“I’ve never seen a woman out this late.”

The voice is sinister and you do not see who it belongs to at first. Your vision is blurred and you’re doing everything in your power to focus on your surroundings.

Footsteps, you hear them coming. Your eyes slowly become wider when they capture the thing in front of you - was this the demon your brother spoke of? Part of the darkness that was going to take over the Kingdom?

The demon is tall, you note. Its eyes are dark and appear to have no irises. It’s covered in hair and its spine is curved. You recall the tales you heard when you were younger from your brother of werewolves, but this cannot be that - right?

You raise your dagger, the light from the moon flashing the demon right into the eye. You gulp just as the demon lunges.

You scream upon feeling something slash along your cheek, but you were determined to win this fight. Your dagger comes down onto the demon's shoulder as it gets closer to you, and your feet kicks it away from you, but to no avail. You feel your royal attire being ripped, your jacket going first.

To think you survived this long without truly knowing the truth of the darkness that plagues the forest and mountains outside your kingdom - lived long enough to become Queen.

To now possibly die before finding a way to fight for your Kingdom long enough.

Your clothing is ruined, near shreds when you hear a high pitched scream come from the demon before you. It begins to burn before your eyes. Your hand immediately touches your cheek, the warm blood oozes onto your fingers.

“You…”

You cannot see anything surrounding you - or whoever the voice belongs to. There's a breeze in the air now and it causes you to shiver due to your shattered clothing.

There’s a force pulling you by your hair. Your hands reach out to try to get whatever it was off of you, but you’re shocked to feel your clothes being ripped, as well. You struggle against the unseen force, your thighs being pulled apart.

“I’ve yet to see a woman out of the Kingdom.” The voice speaks once more. “Until now. And not just any woman…” you’re shocked to feel a wet sensation upon your cheek. “...the Queen.”

Your clothes - though shattered - are completely off of your body. You’re left in nothing but undergarments and chest binding, and soon the bandage bindings are off of you, as well. You feel disgusted with the unseen’s force hands upon your skin, touching and groping.

You feel a pair of lips kiss down your bare skin, the wind blowing erratically around you. The unseen force places kisses upon your neck, down to your collarbone, breast to your stomach. There’s goosebumps littering your skin, the foreign sensation disgusting you - more so because you feel a pool of pleasure between your legs.

“What is a Queen doing outside her kingdom?” the force asks.

“The King…” you trail off, just as you feel hands tug at your undergarments, the cotton clothed that is the only piece of dignity you had left. “I-I need to see him…”

You force stops and for a moment, you begin to think that you’ve hallucinated. You go to cover your breast, chest heaving as you breathe.

You close your eyes for a moment to capture your breath, and once you open them you’re startled.

“You’ve come out of your Kingdom to see me, Queen?” the man's voice is the same as the unseen force - low and sultry, a hint of taunt in his voice.

The man appears human, tan and smooth skin with dark hair with matching dark eyes. His lips are plush, pink and full.

You feel as though you’re hallucinating once more. The man is right where the unseen force had been, now instead he’s pinning you down. You feel far too exposed for his eyes and unsolicited hands wandering.

“Usually I kill whoever comes so deep into the mountains…” the man's nails are long as he trails them down your cheek. You feel the cut on your cheek begin to burn and you winch slightly. The cut disappears in a matter of seconds and you no longer feel the throbbing pain from your side. “...but you look far too appealing to get rid of, Queen.”

You swallow the lump in your throat.

“Why have you ventured out to see me, Queen?” the man doesn’t stop his touches, nor does he care about asking for any form of permission. His hands grip both of your naked breasts, tongue dipping down to capture a nipple into his mouth.

“Please, stop.” you beg, shuddering beneath him at the foreign sensation. “I-I…you’re going to attack my kingdom.”

Your back arches when the demon continues to suckle onto your breast, eyes flickering up to you. “I am.” he says after popping your nipple from his mouth. “Such a whorish body for a virgin, Queen.”

The demon shoves your thighs apart, his eyes on your clothed center. He notices the wet spot on your underwear and hums.

You feel hot with embarrassment, thighs quivering to close.

“I sense that you’ve come out here to make a deal with me, Queen? You’re far too weak to kill me.” the demon laughs, as if the thought of you attempting to cause him any harm is just that comical.

The demon rips off your underwear and dips his head between your legs. His tongue laps between your folds.

Once again, your back arches and your eyes clenched shut. You want to fight the demon, but there’s no use - he’s stronger than you, even if he appears human. He holds onto your legs tightly as he ravishes your clit hungrily.

Your moans don’t go unnoticed from either of you. You didn’t want this - he was a demon and presumably the King your brother spoke of. However, you cannot control how your body feels - and it feels far too amazing to not moan.

“What is a Queen willing to do in order to protect her Kingdom?” is what the demon had asked you, lifting his head from your throbbing clit, licking his lips.

“Anything.” is what you told him, fresh tears pooling down your cheeks with overstimulation.

“Sister…” the look on your brother's face breaks your heart. “...what have you done?”

The demon’s name is Jimin - or that’s what he called himself when he allowed you to leave, making sure your skin was littered with bite marks and bruises before he did so.

The last time you saw Jimin was months prior when you had strolled through the forest. He had allowed you to leave and told you in five months time, you would see him again.

Jimin didn’t say that when he’d return, it would be without bloodshed. He allowed the darkness - as your brother called them - to wreak havoc upon the Kingdom. Innocent lives were lost and nearly half of your soldiers had gone with them.

Your brother’s eyes fall upon you, running towards the same demon King he had warned Haneul about months prior, a look of disbelief on his face. He holds the sword high in one hand, ready to attack Jimin if given the chance to - only you had stepped right in between the blade and the demon. The demon held a smug look upon his face, a smirk forming on his plush lips.

You were crying, your brother notes. Your hand grasps Jimin’s top, pushing him away with all your might - something he allowed you to do. You had fallen to your knees next, begging for the King to call off the darkness surrounding you - to stop the havoc upon innocent blood.

“I told you I’d do anything.” you cried to the smug King.

“That you did.” Jimin quips.

The demon king raises his hands, flicking it slightly. It was as if it was a call to attention - the once demonic entities that savagely attacked the townspeople and guards - now surrounded you.

“Sister…” your brother murmurs, eyes gazing along the different types of entities surrounding you all.

“A Queen is willing to do anything to protect her Kingdom.” Jimin states to your brother.

Jimin snaps his fingers, and in a blink of an eye, the scenery changes. You are now inside the palace in the large throne room. Your brother, several guards and soldiers including the demonic entities occupy the room.

You swallow the lump in your throat, eyes roaming to the frozen crowd.

“They’re conscious. Just unable to move.” Jimin states from behind you, a hand gripping your shoulder. “I want them to watch their Queen crumble beneath my fingers. Especially that brother of yours.”

Jimin snaps again and now, you feel it once more - the unseen force. Your royal attire is being ripped from your body once more - falling to shreds at your feet. Jimin watches intently at the show before him, you flushed and hot and embarrassed.

Jimin raises a hand and points two fingers at you. He flicks it low and instantly, you fall to your knees.

Jimin is slow to walk towards you, and when he does, he grips your cheeks harshly. He pries your mouth open and enters two fingers inside of it.

“Don’t choke.” Jimin commands, forcing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth.

You do, feeling the tips of his fingers reach closer to the back of your throat.

Jimin sighs with a shake of his head.

You gasp when your cheek stings. You fall to the side, barely managing to catch yourself.

“Open your mouth for me, human.” Jimin commands, but it’s as though he does it himself. Your mouth opens wide as if on impact - having no true control of your actions.

Your eyes are wide as you watch Jimin release his trousers. It falls to his knees and before you is his cock - erect, veiny and large.

“I can smell your fear, Queen. You being afraid will not stop me from taking you in front of your soldiers, guards and brother.”

Jimin places the tip of his cock on your tongue, rubbing it along the wet muscle for a moment before he fully enters your mouth.

Jimin is a true demon - your human tears do not affect him. With each thrust, he hits the back of your throat, but your mouth never falters - you’re compelled to keep your mouth open until he is finished.

Jimin grunts, surprise how your throat takes him so well - he can see the outline of his cock on your throat as he fucks you, and it only makes him want to hurt you more.

Your throat swells with a thick, salty substance and you find it difficult to breathe. You’re squirming beneath Jimin, wanting everything in your power to fight his compulsion and to get away from him.

“Swallow.” Jimin hisses - and you do. It’s difficult at first, so thick that it takes several tries. But when you do, you begin to cough at the new found oxygen you receive when Jimin takes his cock from your mouth.

Jimin cackles at your appearance - puffy lips and face, blurry eyes with tear stained cheeks.

“Go ahead, Queen,” Jimin tilts his head. “tell me how you are going to save your kingdom.”

As if it wasn’t humiliating enough to have the eyes of people who respected you watching, Jimin wanted you to further be embarrassed.

“B-By letting you use me.” your throat hurts, throbbing with such pain.

“Hm…” Jimin shakes his head. “I want to hear you beg, Queen. You came to me, afterall.”

You’re shuddering, naked skin erupting in goosebumps. You bowed to Jimin, wishing that this was nothing but a cruel nightmare you’d wake up from. “Please u-use me…”

Jimin snorts, unamused. “If that’s what you call begging, then I’ll kill them now.”

One guard is unfrozen. He falls to his knees, engulfed in bright orange flames. His screams echo off the wall of the throne room, echoing deep within your mind.

“Please use me and don’t hurt my people!” you scream, hot and fresh tears soring down your cheeks. You’re trembling in fear, Jimin’s true nature showing. “Hurt me as much as you’d like!”

Jimin’s interest peaks, a smirk forming onto his lips. “Oh?”

The unseen force slams your face against the marble floor and forces your legs apart. You feel Jimin behind you, sharp nails against your naked skin. His skin burns yours, so hot that it feels as if it’ll melt yours.

“A Queen would do anything to save her kingdom.” Jimin cackles once more.

You scream out when you feel yourself being stretched out. Your eyes clenched shut, tears finding their way out of your eyes somehow.

Jimin grinds deep inside of you, hissing at just how tight you were - a true virgin. Instantly, you’re bleeding, blood seeping down your thighs mixed with slick. But Jimin doesn’t care. He doesn’t slow his abusive thrusts.

“For years I’ve been bound into the forest until I was able to break free.” Jimin says, his abdomen slapping against your ass as he takes you. “Years my kind has been falling to the likes of filthy humans such as yourself.”

You’re going to die, the pain excruciating. With each thrust, you’re pounded against the marble floor roughly, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you that you’re positive you’d be split open.

“And now, Queen, I will take out decades of frustration upon you with no remorse.”

Jimin’s promise rang true. He continues to pound into you at a brutal pace for who knows how long. You felt yourself being filled countless times - each time more than before.

Jimin had flipped you onto your back, admiring how your breast bounced furiously as he fucks you, his cock causing a bulge so large in your stomach. Your cries are nothing but music to his ears, pussy clenching him so tightly as it drips a large puddle around him.

Jimin hoists you up, fucking into you against one of the frozen guards, not caring about any of them or their lives - humiliating you was his true purpose. You’re unable to speak, only screaming and crying louder with each thrust.

Hours upon hours had gone by and you had no tears left to cry or any protest to give. You accepted your fate by now. Your insides hurt and you’re truly unsure just how many times you could be pleasured by such a demon - an insane amount of liquid had squirted out of you countless times.

“It’s your turn, Queen.” Jimin drops you onto the ground, amused by your twitching form. His cum oozes out of you rapidly, clit throbbing and red.

Your body suddenly feels hot and any exhaustion you once felt is now gone. This had to be the work of Jimin’s demonic powers.

You spring from your fetal position to wrap your legs around Jimin. He sits upon the cold marble floor, wrapping his arms around you.

What was going on? Why had you suddenly regained such strength and stamina?

You sit upon Jimin’s erect cock and moan out. Your hips rise and fall at an alarming pace - you’ve never done this before, however, you appear a pro at it. Your fingernails dig into his skin and you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Jimin chuckles at your new eagerness, allowing you to go wild against him. It may be his compulsion over you, but he cannot fake your orgasm or your slick - that was all you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, Queen. Does my cock do this to you?”

You nod your head erratically, your hips never buckling. You’re creaming his cock, stars forming in your compelled eyes. All you could think about his Jimin - his cock, his cum, and him overall.

“You’ll only cum when I allow you to, Queen. Is that what you want? To cum?”

“Please, please, please!” your mind is blank - you’ve forgotten what you initially agreed upon with the demon, all you can think about now is cumming all over his cock. “Please let me cum!”

“Cock hungry whore.” Jimin wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes. “These people would never respect you as their Queen even after you risked your life to save theirs.”

You’re cumming, a pool of slick shooting out of you, but even then you cannot stop your aggressive riding. You wanted more than to cum - you wanted Jimin’s cum deep inside of you once more - over and over again.

“What are you willing to do to have my cum, whore?” Jimin begins to thrust along with you, reaching deeper. “Would you watch your Kingdom burn for it?”

You’re too far gone now and you nod your head.

Humans were truly easy to fool.

“So be it.” Jimin snaps his fingers, the room erupting in a fit of fire.

Even with the sounds of screams, you want nothing more than for Jimin to use you - to breed you. It’s what whores truly desire, Jimin thinks, to be bred by whoever is willing. He’s positive once you come back to your senses, you’d be devastated to know that your brother, Haneul, the royal guards and soldiers are dead - however, he promised you that your Kingdom would remain; not the people occupying it.

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bangtancastle · 2 years

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Welcome to the court, subjects

Today you receive your titles of honor

Welcoming:

◇ Countess Michi @hobicuffed

Please reblog this post and put a link to the network somewhere visible in your blog

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trustfratedjin · 8 months

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BANGTAN OT7 FIC RECS VOL. 1

Aight, here we go

Keep in mind that the 18+ warning does NOT only apply to smut, so please read the individual warnings on EVERY fic, thank yeowww :)

OT7

Idol!AU

Little Do You Know by @yoongiofmine Complete 18+

Relax, It’s Our Honeymoon! by @birchandspruce Complete 18+

You Complete Us by birchandspruce Complete

wild, wild, wilderness by @kimnjss Complete 18+

home sweet castle by kimnjss Complete 18+

The Plot Twist ft Soulmate!AU by @blog-name-idk Ongoing 18+

The Line Between Love And War ft Soulmate!AU by @purpleyoonn Ongoing

baby (you complete us) ft Soulmate!AU by purpleyoonn Ongoing 18+

Unorthodox by @beahae Ongoing 18+

The curious move-in to apartment 27 by @sor-vette Ongoing 18+

Got the music in you baby by @minniedaisies One Shot

Love Starved by @hollyhomburg One Shot 18+

The Sex Strike by @borathae One Shot 18+

Soulmate!AU

The Book of Soulmates by @alpacaparkaseok Complete

Moonchild by @jeonggukkiepabo Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

Mafia!AU

Between The Bloodshed by @agustdakasuga Complete 18+

Ethereal ft Fantasy!AU by purpleyoonn Complete 18+

Ride With you by @jellifysh Ongoing 18+

The Way Of A Criminal by agustdakasuga Ongoing 18+

Thou Shall Not Steal by @xherxx Ongoing 18+

A/B/O!AU

House of the Omegaverse ft Dark!AU by @sopejinsunflower Complete 18+

Lone Wolf by @sopebubbles Ongoing 18+

Before I leave you ft Dark!AU by @hollyhomburg (READ THE TW FOR REAL) Ongoing 18+

Royal!AU / Historical!AU

The Return of an Empress by @you-are-my-joy Complete 18+

Fall of Empire by @aloneatpeace Ongoing 18+

Hybrid!AU

Abundance by @angelicyoongie Ongoing 18+

100% sure i've read more but i can't remember any of em rn lol

Dark!AU

Death Valley by @bangtangalicious Complete 18+

College!AU

Everything Falls (Into Place) by blog-name-idk Complete 18+

Thesis It by xherxx Complete 18+

The Apartment Games by @softiejoon Maybe discontinued but here for the aesthetics

Kings of Campus by @luxekook Ongoing 18+

Journey to the dick by @whatifyoulivelikethat One Shot 18+

Sharing is Caring by @theharrowing One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

Recrudescence ft Idol!AU by @chimchimsauce Complete 18+

To have, to hold, to make you stay by sor-vette Complete 18+

Other

All the Kinks ft Multifandom, Multi!AU’s by @helvonasche Complete 18+

Getting Back Into The Swing Of Things by jellifysh Complete 18+

Boyfriend for Hire by @remedyx Ongoing 18+

Audios by @youmyjhope 18+

Sh. by @wwilloww Ongoing? idk hehe 18+

NOT OT7

Idol!AU

Need by @bang-tan-bitches ft KNJ, JHS and MYG ft A/B/O!AU Complete 18+

The bias room by @chimivx ft MYG, KTH and JJK One Shot

Desperate by borathae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

Floored by @lavienjin ft JHS, PJM, JJK One Shot 18+

College!AU

Stretch You Out by @chateautae ft KNJ and JJK One Shot 18+

Fantasy!AU

bitten & knotted by @jamaisjoons ft JHS and KNJ One Shot 18+

Other

Magic Hands by @breadoffoxy ft PJM and KTH Complete 18+

Fucking Around by @tanniefm ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Art Of Self Restraint by @scribblemetae ft PJM, KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

The Sope Surprise by @chelsea-chee ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

The D Box by breadoffoxy ft KSJ, MYG and JJK One Shot 18+

Swiss Miss by @here4kpopfics ft KNJ and KSJ One Shot 18+

Bigger & Better by lavienjin ft KNJ and KTH One Shot 18+

Package Deal by @hoseokhasmyheartxx ft JHS and MYG One Shot 18+

Rain On Me by @dawnagustd ft KTH and JJK One Shot 18+

When i tell you my hand is cramped from all the clicking and my eyes are blurry for staring at the screen for 8+ hours...

AND THIS IS HOW WE CONCLUDE 1/9 REC POSTS WUUUU

Stay tuned because I still have to post the recs from each member and one final giving a massive shoutout to all my favorite BTS fic authors of all time (including everyone here and many more hehe)

You'll notice that some authors weren't properly tagged, that's cause tumblr wouldn't let me tag more than 50 users, so I made sure to tag the writers AT LEAST ONE TIME in case there were more than one of their works mentioned here :)

Btw, if any of the links don't work or there is a mistake or anything, please let me know so I can fix it :)

BANGTAN'S HYUNG LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

BANGTAN'S MAKNAE LINE FIC RECS VOL. 1

#trustfratedjin's fic recs #bts fic rec #bts smut #bts x reader #ot7 x reader #bts fanfic #bts x you #bts fic #jungkook smut #taehyung smut #jimin smut #hoseok smut #yoongi smut #seokjin smut #namjoon smut

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bts-trans · 7 months

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230925 RM’s Instagram Stories

Story 1: ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ https://instagram.com/stories/rkive/3199595229672867688

Hahahahahaha

#230925 #rm #namjoon #merry go round of life #howl's moving castle #my favorite Studio Ghibli movie #piano music #instagram #insta #story #bts #bangtan

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s-telar · 2 years

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♡ — simple long locs

when wonyoung said to the haters : i don't care ヽ( ˘ ､ ˘ )ノ you are you, i am me !

(・_・ヾ momo is like a princess with her royal beauty, a magical castle and her beautiful dresses

( ᵕ᷄ ⌋︬ ᵕ᷅ ) hey ! linda lua ☆ eu te suplico para que traga o meu grande e único amor, huang renjun, para bem pertinho de mim !

 mic on : listen ! heejin is my girl, my love and my reason to live. without her I am nothing !

내 현재 위치  goo's heart 𖦹 내 작은 토끼 bangtan ^‿^🥛 my home ! they are magnificent as the sky.

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peachywritess · 1 year

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Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

02 - curse

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate’ or ‘destiny’ in Japanese.

☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst.

☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️

☁️ author’s note: hello lovelies, author here! i'm so sorry for the delay, and i know i've already said i had a rough week,, but still forgive me ! <(qwq<) it's quite a short chapter and we're still introducing all the situation, but next chapter will be veery interesting >:3

☁️ chapter’s TW: mentions of death, blood, anxiety (guilt),

☁️ word count: 2,3k

☁️ taglist @shabbamadapot @jnghs @iriaachan;

! disclaimer - This story is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS and the description of them in this story does not want to reflect nor portray them in real life.

"Do you think we will ever be able to fly?"

Taehyung looked away, turning his head to his right, focusing on you. It was a beautiful day, a few clouds coating the sky and the sun warming the skin: spring was just around the corner. You were both lying down on the grass covered in morning dew, heedless of your slightly damp clothes. Your parents had no knowledge of your whereabouts since you should have been at the castle while they were on a business trip.

His dark eyes seemed to reflect the sunlight - if not emit it.

His face relaxed, and one hand was open to mask the sun to be able to look at you entirely; he gazed at you as one does with sunsets. Every time you spoke, a smile came to light on his lips, something that you hardly noticed since you were constantly lost in your thoughts, in your endless speeches that he - in fact - adored. He would listen to you talk for hours.

"We have conquered the seas, the oceans... Do you think we will never conquer the skies?"

You contemplated for a few moments, gazing at the blue vastness above you; your smallness was considerable compared to everything up there, but you still couldn't look away although frightening it was, feeling so insignificant.

"I really envy birds. They can do whatever they want. If they need to escape, they can..."

"You shouldn't." The man at your side breathed softly, still intent on analysing every detail of your face. "If you lock them in a cage, they become powerless and can do nothing. Whereas you, Y/N, you can change your fate."

Your gaze abruptly saddened, and you bit the inside of your cheek as if to mask that sign of weakness. Unlike Taehyung, you were certain that your fate would never change, and that you would forever be shackled by your status.

"Maybe you're right." You lied, knowing that - in his heart - Taehyung felt the same way.

Things happen for a reason. Or, that's what you're supposed to think when life kicks you in the stomach - luckily, you were never an hopeless optimistic, you always decided to face life, and strike harder.

A few weeks had already passed since your father's assassination and, although the King's guards had searched for the culprit, every attempt of finding them had been unsuccessful. To keep people quiet, and to avoid unnecessary riots, they had decided to hang an innocent for his death.

You had been forced to watch the hanging - being the only heir to the throne - and it was you who had given the verdict to the victim.

Yes, you considered that man a victim, since he had done nothing wrong and was tortured to confess a crime he hadn't committed. Nevertheless, you were used to the tapestry of lies woven by the royalty to prevent any type of repercussions.

He had begged you to let him live, but you could not stop reading the sentence imposed to him. It was your duty afterall, wasn't it? You had to fulfil it, no matter the consequences.

Call their bluff. Say something now, spare his life.

"I therefore sentence you to death by hanging for the conspiracy and murder of the King."

You affirmed desperately attempting to sound convinced of the words pouring out of your mouth. You never even managed to look at him in the eye as you falsely accused him, letting his fate come to such an abrupt end.

"Please, I beg you, Princess. Your soul is still pure, do not dirt your hands with blood."

Although his hands were chained, the man threw himself at your feet, bowing until his nose touched the ground.

"Stop this injustice, in the name of His Highness, your Father."

You swallowed the knot that formed in your throat, frowning and shifting your gaze, unable to look at him.

"Please, no! No, don't do this to me, Princess!"

Two guards had grabbed him by the forearms, beginning to drag him towards what would be his end. You had decided to look away.

"This decision of yours will have consequences, Y/N. May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you."

A sense of uneasiness held you rigid, as a heavy weight had placed down on you. You felt crawls all over your body, prickling at your skin.

He's just a man, he said those things out of fear. You tried to reassure yourself as you beginned to walk away, steps getting faster by the second.

The moment you turned away, letting the man be taken by the guards, you met Taehyung's gaze; his jaw was clenched, and you realized he was restraining himself from unsheathing the sword and save that man. However, he could never do so without endangering you. He - as a royal guard - could not have questioned the Queen's decisions, for that he would have cast doubt on your reputation too.

He made sure you didn't notice his eyes locked on you. He didn't want you to carry another burden on your shoulders - not at that moment. He perfectly knew that you felt like you had failed him.

You walked up the steps to the balcony on which were placed the ceremonial seats used by the royal family for centuries to attend celebrations or, in this case, executions. They faced exactly the wide earthen courtyard, on which the scaffold had been placed: you almost collapsed in your chair so much your legs were shaking.

You sat next to your mother, who kept her gaze straight at the patibulum without ever looking at you. She had said that - seeing your face - reminded her of her husband and that your presence made her nauseous.

"I'm surprised you managed not to stutter."

Her tone was harsh, just as it had always been. You had no fond memories of your mother, all you reminisced was the way she belittled everything you did.

The only time you had seen her differently, was when she had learned about your father's death. You always thought that you and her were as different as you were incompatible. You believed you had greater sensitivity… But of the two, you were the one who hadn't shed a single tear.

Your mind was as if barricaded in the illusion that nothing had truly happened. You couldn't know it yet, but that apparent good fortune would reveal itself as a double-edged sword sooner than you thought.

Your mother hadn't apologised to you for what she had said - you couldn't even understand what she was feeling. The man she had married, the man she loved more than her own life, was gone forever without even saying goodbye.

Now, she was doing the same thing to that innocent's man life. Ironic, wasn't it?

"That man is innocent." You replied monotonously with your eyes locked on the marble floor. You didn't dare raise your head, fearing to see that man getting murdered in front of you, fearing to see those eyes again.

You heard the crowd cheering and clapping, and you immediately knew.

"Was." She corrected you like she was speaking to a child, "No one cares, as long as our interest is satisfied. You too should think this way, to be at least an ounce of what your Father has been."

One thing you loved was to hide in the greenhouse, located only a few steps away from the main garden. The structure had existed for several years, and was now completely abandoned. Ivy had now completely covered the large windows, allowing light to enter only through the ceiling.

The warm rays of sunlight shyly caressed the plants. Nevertheless, the most distinctive thing about that place was the presence of a nest of doves. By now, the greenhouse had become their home, and you were nothing a frequent guest.

You were crouched down so that your knees were touching your chest, and you were pouring water into the soil - a small sprout was starting to grow. You were looking at its light yellow shades, that made you wonder if it would ever change colour - it was so delicate, making you feel desperate to protect it.

As you carefully caressed the leaves, you watched your hands. You blinked multiple times rubbing your eyes, feeling like something had gotten in one of them; as your sight recovered, and the blurriness disappeared, you watched your hands again - now, you froze.

Your hands were trembling, palms right in front of you, as you saw blood covering them. You started breathing unsteadily until a hand rested on your shoulder.

You were about to shriek, yet when you turned around your heart seemed to relax and beat normally again.

Taehyung slightly bent his head to the side, watching you with a questioning look on his face, frowning. You, on the other hand, brought a hand to your chest, letting out a relieved sigh.

"Please don't do that again. I didn't hear you coming."

"Actually, I called out to you several times." He now began to shout your name as if to show what he had done to get your attention, so you shoved him slightly.

"Oh, stop it." You giggled, and his smile grew.

The dark-haired man looked around several times, eyes scanning every detail of the place to make sure there was no one there. As soon as he made sure you were completely alone, he quickly placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"How are you feeling, love?"

Being in his company always made you nervous, because it wasn't often that you were alone and - above all - Taehyung was the most unpredictable person you knew.

The longer he kept his gaze on you, the more you felt yourself consumed like wax exposed to the heat of a match.

You knew very well that, at this point, he wanted you to be honest with him: he still didn't know about Jimin and what you had been told about the wedding, let alone mentioned what the man accused of your father's murder had told you a few days earlier.

You lied to Taehyung, and it wasn't because you didn't trust him, but the reason was very simple: you didn't want to make his life more complicated than it already was. Knowing you, you thought, was the greatest of all his problems.

"I am fine, the flowers are blooming."

It was a half-truth - or a half-lie, but you were really enthusiastic for Spring to arrive. When the flowers blossomed, you finally perceived the colours of the world.

The man before you, however, did not seem entirely satisfied with the answer, as his mouth twisted slightly.

"You know that's not what I'm referring to, Y/N."

His voice was calm, but his expression was stern.

"I really don't know what you are trying to tell me, Tae. I am fine, I am recovering."

"Y/N, your father was murdered and a few days ago you witnessed the death of a man, you are not recovering."

He had a point, anyone in the same situation as you would have thrown themselves to the ground, pulled out their hair, and cried endlessly. But despite experiencing pain and an incredible sense of guilt, somehow you were incapable of externalizing it.

Every time you closed your eyes, you saw that man's face, all you did was dream about him at night. He repeated the same sentence, while his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets.

May you be cursed in this life and the next, for everyone you love will abandon you.

"It's all my fault, I could have saved him, I-"

"What could you have done, Y/N? Turn against your mother and the Kingdom? He was only a man, nothing more."

"He wasn't just a man!" You replied, raising your tone as if to defend the man you too had failed. "He was an innocent man, he had a family, Taehyung!"

"Y/N, I understand."

"No, you don't! I let my father's death and the wedding cloud my judgement…"

You realised it almost as quickly as he did. Your eyes widened in sheer panic and before you could even think about it, one of your hands went to cover your mouth - but it was too late.

"What are you talking about? What wedding?"

You remained silent as Taehyung began to run a hand over his face, stroking his skin until it almost reddened.

"Answer me, which marriage are you talking about, Y/N."

Betrayal can stab you in the back any time; it can take your breath away.

But you were witnessing it in the eyes of the one you loved, and you only had yourself to blame.

"Tae, I am so sorry, I…" You stuttered unable to form a proper sentence.

"Allow me to interfere."

All at once, both you and Taehyung turned towards the voice breaking in seemingly out of nowhere.

"What this sweet princess is trying to explain to you is that she will be marrying me."

Taehyung glared at the newly-introduced figure with hostility, pure, undiluted anger stirred within him.

"And who the fuck are you?" He hissed between gritted teeth.

The stranger took a few steps forward, and it was then that a few streams of light lit up his face. He looked much younger, but his figure was well formed and muscular. As soon as his chocolate-brown eyes rested on you, he smiled, showing bunny-like teeth.

"Jeon Jungkook, delighted to make your acquaintance."

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