#taehyung warlock au

[justimajin]

House of the Haunted

Genre: Fluff & Comedy

↳ 3.5k / Supernatural AU (inspired from Hotel Transylvania)

[Includes: Vampire! Yoongi, Werewolf! Jungkook, Ghost! Namjoon, Demon! Jimin, Angel! Hoseok, Warlock! Taehyung, Faerie! Seokjin, Human! Reader]

Summary: It's Halloween and the Council of the Haunted have convened together for a very important and highly classified discussion - there's a *whispers* human on the premises.

A/N: I was originally going to post this for Halloween, but it unfortunately got a bit delayed. It's just meant to be a fun story for spooks and laughs. Happy (Belated) Halloween! 🎃

The front door creaks open. 

The mansion is nothing short of grand, lined with expansive black marble floors and dark wooden walls. There are ebony crystals hanging down from the dimly lit chandelier, connected right above the old spiral staircase that’s decorated with small oil lamps. The wind ever so whistles against the grey murky windows, echoing through the emptiness of the haunting infrastructure. 

Amongst the different doors next to the staircase, only one is brightly lit. 

A tall man dressed in lavish purple robes shuffles forward, his eyes darting around. There’s a sudden change in the air, akin to a low draft he feels against his back that his keen senses pick up on right away. 

“Taehyung.” A voice whispers into the night and he swivels, robes cascading around him as he does. “You came.” 

His lips pull up into a cheeky smile, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 

The transparent man before him gyrates around, his feet floating an inch off the ground.

“Follow me.” 

Taehyung obliges, trailing after him. 

“You know, Seokjin will be very pleased to see you too.” 

Taehyung deeply chuckles, fingertips absent-mindly playing with the mist that radiates out of them. “I’m sure he will be.” 

He’s led into a large dining room, the very one that is brightly lit. In the middle of it sits a long outstretched table that’s entirely covered with a black tablecloth and with candlelight decor. There are seven wooden chairs lining the table and accompanying, seven golden chalices. 

It’s a room he’s become very familiar with over the course of the last couple of months. Namely, ever since one fateful day when he was granted a hand-crafted invitation with intricate writing and symbols. At the time, he truthfully wasn’t quite sure to expect, or rather, who to expect. 

His answer came without another thought and it took the form of an old, but peculiarly cheery Faerie man – the very one seated at the head of the table and examining a chalice before him. 

“Warlock Kim Taehyung has arrived.” The voice booms into the room, making Seokjin look up. 

The Faerie man rises to his feet, addressing the transparent man. 

“Thank you, Namjoon.” He nods in confirmation, before wafting back into the breeze and exiting the room. 

Seokjin spins around with a big grin, “Taehyung!” 

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Taehyung remarks, giving the man a swift hug. “Though, your way of sending invites has gotten really interesting.” 

He twirls his fingers and a piece of paper emerges, landing in his hands. He envelopes it, eyes focused on the written words. “A call for all supernatural beings to meet, for the Council of the Haunted to convene once more for urgent matters–”

Taehyung snickers, “You write like you’re a hundred years old already.”

“I was trying to be formal!” Seokjin protests, irises glimmering with specks of pink. 

Taehyung raises a playful brow, “A Faerie trying to be courteous? Now that’s funny.” 

Seokjin shakes his head with a sigh, “Sit down, will you? I’m going to have more guests to tend to.” 

Taehyung non-chantently hums, eyeing the wine in the centre of the table with intrigue. The former Faerie hears more footsteps, and he hurriedly leaves the room altogether. 

Making his way to the front door, Seokjin is met with the sight of Namjoon surrounded by others. 

“Well, well, who do we have here?” He piques, mischievousness brimming in his voice.

Two men appear before him – contrasting like day and night. 

One of them has swept violet hair and dark ebony wings sticking out from his back. A dark red beam within his orbs and there’s a soft smile lingering on his lips. The other has a mop of brown hair and a pair of white wings. He holds a deep scowl, arms crossed and his blue eyes stern. 

“Demon Park Jimin and Angel Jung Hoseok have arrived.” Namjoon announces from behind, appearing a bit frazzled from the duo’s sudden appearance. 

“The Council of the Haunted, huh?” Hoseok remarks, “You haven’t called us here in ages.” 

Jimin peers around, “The decor is really nice, did you remodel the place?” 

Seokjin merely laughs, immediately engulfing the two into a hug. “It’s been a while, you two!” 

Hoseok grumbles and Jimin giggles. “Come on in! Taehyung’s already here.” 

He steps to the side, gesturing the two men forward. They enter the grand dining room with Namjoon’s assistance, taking spots at opposite sides of the table. 

Seokjin comes up behind Namjoon. “That makes three – who are we missing now?” 

“The vampire and werewolf.” Namjoon utters, grimacing a bit. “I was informed today was a full moon.” 

“Of course it is.” Seokjin sighs, glancing at his present guests. “We’ll have to wait a bit longer.” 

Taehyung raises his chalice of wine with a grin. “M’kay with me.” 

“Wait, I have to sit here longer?” Hoseok recoils, “With him?” 

Jimin sweetly smiles. “How interesting. I share the same sentiments.” 

The Faerie narrows his eyes, “Taehyung, that wine is supposed to be for everybody.” He turns to his ghostly friend, whispering underneath his breath. “Namjoon, can you make sure those two don’t cause a brawl on my dining table?” 

He immediately nods, effortlessly floating over to the table. Seokjin turns around with a huff, planting his hands against his waist. 

At this point, anyone who will arrive will be considered late. He should have considered this, knowing that some of his members simply had the tendency to be forgetful and– 

“Greetings.” 

His heart nearly jumps out of his chest at the low voice behind him, wide pink orbs coming into contact with a red-eyed man with midnight hair and long incisors sticking outside of his teeth. 

“Oh gosh–” Seokjin presses a hand against his heart, attempting to calm himself. “It’s just you, Yoongi.” He huffs, “For a moment, you had me scared there.” 

The vampire looks at him impassibly, “Sorry about that.” 

Seokjin shakes it off, “Don’t worry about it.” He stares at him intently, tilting his head to the side in amusement. “I didn’t think you would come. What changed your mind?” 

Yoongi seems to hesitate for a split-second, before mumbling the words. 

“You said there would be others here….I was curious.”

The corners of Seokjin’s mouth upturn and he watches as the vampire silently trails over to the dining table, carefully taking a seat amongst the table. He was really interesting – that was for sure. 

Suddenly, a howl breaks through and echoes into the walls of his home. He swivels around, just in time to catch the faintest blur of caramel brown fur. 

There’s an enormous wolf launching itself against him, practically pouncing onto the poor defenceless Faerie man before he has the chance to say anything. 

“Okay, okay, I get it!” He scolds, pushing him away. “Jungkook, get off of me!” 

The caramel brown wolf whines loudly, as if in utter protest. Seokjin deeply sighs, petting his head rather awkwardly. 

“There! You happy now?” 

The wolf seems to let out a pleased howl, before its paw hits against the marbled floor. Within a couple of seconds, its bones begin to crack and a young man with crinkled golden eyes and a huge bunny smile stares back at him. 

“Hi hyung!” He chuckles and Seokjin grins lop-sidley, “Thanks for inviting me.” 

“Thanks for coming, JK.” Seokjin turns to Namjoon, leading Jungkook in. “Everyone’s here!” 

Jungkook brightens up, “Namjoon! It’s so nice seeing you again.”

The ghost man stares back at him wide-eyed as Jungkook loudly cackles, throwing his head back. Seokjin ends up pushing at his shoulders to get him to sit down in one of the chairs. 

“Haha, veryy original.” He sarcastically retorts, moving to take his seat at the head of the table. Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook get seated on his right side, while Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi remain on the other. 

He ushers for everyone to raise their chalices. 

Seokjin clears his voice. “We have all gathered here today for a very important matter to discuss.”

Jungkook raises his hand, “Have you finally decided to remodel the meeting room to look less worse?” 

He scoffs, “No.” 

“Are you considering taking a step down and letting someone with purer intentions take over?” Hoseok remarks. 

Seokjin sighs, “No.” 

“Is this about the time I accidentally turned one of your workers into a goblin?” Taehyung ponders. 

“What? No.” 

“Is this when I forgot to turn your goblin back into your worker?” 

“Tae, no–” 

“Is this when the goblin wrecked havoc on–” 

“Okay, then!” Seokjin loudly coughs underneath his breath, a bright smile plastering on his features. There’s a sudden build up of pressure into the room, as if a hazy wave had crossed over everyone’s mind. 

His irises tinge with pink and the room is taken aback with a command, all members in his group visibly relaxing more than before. 

“This is so cool.” Jimin whispers, specks of pink dwindling in his own eyes. 

“Stop trying to toy with us and get to the point.” Hoseok barks, shaking his head with a huff. 

Seokjin grins wickedly, “Now that I finally do have your attention, there is something urgent to discuss.” Taehyung raises his hand again, but Seokjin glares at him, causing him to lower it, “This matter is of utmost importance and I believe it will affect all of us sooner or later.” 

Six sets of rounded eyes stare back at him. 

He drops the ball, “I have discovered….a human in my home.” 

A sharp, collective gasp echoes through the room. 

Jimin and Hoseok glance at each other wide-eyed while Taehyung presses a hand against his chest. Jungkook stares back at Seokjin with doe eyes as Namjoon shrinks back and Yoongi takes a sip out of his chalice filled with wine. 

“You should have started with that!” Taehyung protests. 

“Well, maybe you all hadn’t been – Oh, I don’t know – interrupting me constantly, then I would have!” Seokjin exclaims. 

“How could you let a human in here?!” Hoseok hisses, aware only the supernatural kind were granted permission. 

“This is why I have gathered all of you here.” Seokjin speaks a bit softer, “I would like some opinions about the matter and to frankly, form my own.” 

Namjoon floats forward, “We had discovered her a while ago wandering outside around the mansion. She seemed lost, as if she had nowhere to go.” 

“And?” Hoseok raises a brow, “You thought letting her in here was a good idea?” 

“I don’t think it's too bad.” Jimin objects, “They were just trying to help.” 

“Help a human? Out of all people?!” 

Taehyung bites his bottom lip, “What if...the human tries to kill us?” 

“I wouldn’t take it that far.” Jimin reasons, “Humans aren’t too dangerous.” 

Jungkook leans back in his chair, gold eyes flickering as if recalling a fond memory. “My girlfriend used to be human and tried killing me once.” 

Hoseok deeply frowns, “That’s not something to be proud of, JK.” 

He huffs, “We lived happily ever after, thank you very much.” 

“Someone’s a hopeless romantic.” Taehyung chuckles underneath his breath and Jungkook sends him a glare. 

“Well, I for one, don’t trust it.” Hoseok states, crossing his arms. “Humans should be monitored because of how fickle they can be.” 

Jimin snorts as he sips his wine, “That’s a lot coming from you.” 

Hoseok venomously glowers at him. 

“You got something to say, demon?” 

Jimin smiles wistfully. “I don’t know, it just seems like a lot coming from an angel that’s been notoriously involved with a female demon.” 

Namjoon lets out an audible gasp. Jungkook’s doe eyes increase in size and Yoongi spins his head around. Taehyung leans forward with gleaming eyes and Seokjin leans back, taking a sip of his wine.

Hoseok blushes, flustered from all the sudden attention. “T-Then what about you, huh? Why don’t you tell everyone how fond you are of humans?!” 

Taehyung revolves his head around, staring at Jimin with amusement now. Seokjin sips more of his wine, intrigued by the direction of the conversation. 

“What can I say?” He cheekily smiles. “Humans are very kind and loving. I have no regrets.” 

“Why you–” 

“H-Hyung!” Jungkook looks at Yoongi in desperation. The poor werewolf is caught sitting next to the bickering angel and demon, their interactions almost making him feel like they very well arguing over his own two shoulders. “W-What do you think about all this?”

Yoongi leans forward, clearing his throat. “Humans can be very violent and destructive, if swayed in the wrong direction. However, they can be compassionate. It’s something can take decades, even years to be able to find the right one–” 

“Not all of us wait for our significant others to be reincarnated, hyung.” Taehyung comments with a smile.

“T-That’s beautiful, hyung.” Jungkook whispers while sniffling. 

Taehyung looks at Jimin with a grin, mouthing ‘hopeless romantic’. The demon loudly giggles, causing Jungkook to scoff. 

“Hey, it is! Do you know how long it takes to find the one you love?” He proclaims, “They could literally be your best friend and you wouldn’t even realize it!” 

“Okay, JK’s started to project. Anyone else?” Seokjin looks around the table, growing bored with the conversation. 

His dancing pink eyes land on Taehyung. “How about you?” 

“What about me?” Taehyung gulps the last of his wine. 

“You have a human partner, no?” 

Taehyung smiles amused. “Do I? Who knows?” 

“Oh, stop being so secretive and mysterious.” Hoseok rolls his eyes. 

“I’m a warlock, angel.” Taehyung snaps his fingers, mist sparkling around that Hoseok waves off with a disgusted look. “I don’t let out my secrets so easily.” 

“Okay, so Taehyung’s still as hard-headed as ever.” Seokjin glances over at Namjoon, an unamused hand planted against his face. “Any progress?” 

“Two members have vouched for the human and two are against,” He looks up with a frown, staring at Taehyung, “and I believe one is undecided…?” 

“So it’s a tie.” Seokjin heaves, pressing a hand against his temples, “How am I ever going to make a decision?” 

“What’s going on?” 

The entire room plunges into an uncomfortable silence. 

Everyone slowly turns to the entrance of the grand room, line of sight redirecting to the person attached to the quiet voice that echoes into the chamber. 

Your eyes are as wide as ever, taking in the grand table and the chalices of wine in front of the seven interesting individuals. There’s a mix of different coloured eyes staring back at you, paired with intricate features like wolf ears, fangs, mist, and wings. Among them, a human-like man with pink orbs is the only one you recognize. 

“Seokjin?” You wonder, “Are these your friends?” 

“Y/N.” Although he smiles, it doesn’t completely reach his eyes. You wonder if you interrupted something, especially with how they all stare at you like you were supernatural.

Seokjin glances around, continuing to smile, “Something like that.” 

“O-Oh, that’s nice. What were you guys talking about?” 

You stare at the pink-eyed man, not noticing how the angel uncomfortably shifts, or how the demon smiles in your direction. You don’t notice the werewolf staring at you naively, or the intrigue the vampire holds. You especially don’t notice the warlock pushing his wine closer to himself, or the floating man that looks at you in wonder. 

“Um…” Hoseok warily peers at Taehyung. 

“Don’t mind me.” He swipes away at Hoseok’s drink with mist, causing Jimin to laugh. 

“Hey!” 

“Shhh.” Jungkook chides, accidentally letting out a howl in the process.

“Take mine.” Yoongi offers. “I prefer blood.”

“Y/N!” Seokjin chimes in, stern pink orbs locking onto his table of supernaturals who immediately pipe down. His arm wraps around your shoulder, a charming smile on his lips. 

“How about you wait outside, hm? Things are a bit…unearthly here.” 

“Oh…okay!” You chirp, “I don’t mind, I hope you have fun with your friends.” 

Seokjin nods, smiling unmovingly. He quickly guides you outside, before looking over in Namjoon’s direction urgently, who floats over to your side. 

The two of you leave the room and Seokjin continues to smile until the door shuts. 

He spins around. 

“Would you all calm down?!” He hisses, taking the wine out of Taehyung’s hands and instantly separating the members, “Didn’t I already tell you she’s human?” 

“And?” Hoseok retaliates, “You’re the most human looking out of all of us!” 

“Yeah!” Taehyung preaches, “You’re biased towards her.” 

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “For your kind information, I’m actually half human which is why I don’t look completely like a Faerie!” 

He gestures to his ears, which should have sharper pointed ends but take on a human-like appearance instead. 

“Biased! I’m calling it!” Taehyung says again. 

“Wait hyung, then why do you need our help?” Jungkook questions, “Wouldn’t it be easier for you to figure it out by yourself?” 

“I needed opinions.” He states, crossing his arms. “Despite being half-human, it isn’t as easy making decisions regarding them.” 

“Well, I think she’s nice. Doesn’t seem too harmful.” Jimin pitches in. 

“Yeah, I wasn’t quaking in fear.” Hoseok retorts. 

“She’s not a werewolf slayer, I’ll tell you that.” Jungkook states with uttermost seriousness. 

 Yoongi shrugs, “Don’t think she’ll reincarnate anytime soon either.”

“Can I turn her into a goblin?” Taehyung lets his intrusive thoughts out, but Seokjin frowns. 

He regards all of them, “I appreciate the penny for your thoughts,” His voice deepens, sounding borderline threatening “–and Taehyung, no.”

He pouts and Seokjin sighs, standing at the front of the table once again. 

“I have made my decision and it will be final – Y/N be allowed to stay in this home until we can recover where she came from.” 

A low laugh escapes your lips. 

“Is something wrong?” Namjoon wonders and you shake your head. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. You just have a really interesting group of friends.” 

“Ah, well, we are all quite interesting, aren’t we?” Namjoon chuckles, before fumbling. “Uh, n-not in a suspicious way, of course. In a more human-like way, with human lifespans and human way of livin–” 

“You’re all supernaturals, right?” 

Namjoon freezes. 

“Y-You knew?”

“It was quite obvious from the start.” You laugh, “Also, I heard Seokjin mumbling something along the lines of getting the creatures of the night to gather together just like the good ol’ tales.” 

Your laughter grows as Namjoon places a sheepish hand against his temples. 

He sighs, “Well, you aren’t wrong about any of that.” 

“And what about you?” He turns, only to be met with your curious gaze and warm smile. 

He grows hyper aware, “W-What about me?” 

“I could hear them talking earlier.” You explain, gaze not leaving him. “Are you like the others? Do you have a human counterpart too?”

Namjoon is taken aback, not quite expecting you to ask. But then his smile diminishes, hints of anguish filling his orbs. 

“I used to, but she crossed over not too long ago.” He looks down at his hands, his transparency only becoming more evident by the minute. “I’m just a wandering ghost now.” 

Your heart sinks. “Wandering?” 

“Regrets.” Namjoon shuts his eyes, “I’m tethered to this world because of my last regret – which had to do with my dead wife.” 

“Oh…” Your eyes soften. “I….I hope she’s in a better place.” 

“She is.” Although remorseful, you notice the hope that fills his smile. It results in one lifting onto your own lips. 

The doors before suddenly come bustling open, startling the two of you. 

Seokjin emerges, brimming with confidence. 

“There you are!” He boasts, “A final decision has been made!”

Namjoon looks at him eagerly, “Is she staying?” 

“She is, but–” Seokjin waves a finger around. “As long as she follows the rules and… accepts our true identities.” 

“Oh, I already know you’re supernaturals.” You profess, much to Seokjin’s utter shock.

“She knows?!” Hoseok’s voice pitches out from the table. 

“Humans are smarter than you give them credit for.” Jimin snorts. 

“Well, that’s my cue to go.” Taehyung snaps his fingers, vanishing into purple smoke. 

“I-I guess that answered my concern.” Seokjin stutters, staring at you with a mix of surprise and horror. 

“Thank you for letting me stay.” You warmly smile, glancing in Namjoon’s direction. “It’ll be nice getting to know all of you." 

He smiles back and Seokjin nods, widening the door and allowing you to enter into the dining room. 

“Supernaturals are a bit peculiar around humans.” Seokjin states, placing another chair at the table, “But hopefully you’ll fit in with time.” 

You slip into it, taking the seat of the eighth member amongst the large table. 

Leaning back into the chair, there are specks of pink dancing within your irises. 

“Don’t worry.” You grin wickedly, “I think I’ll fit in just fine.”

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[shadowkoo]

The Taste of Sin

→ Summary: Following his sister's passing, Taehyung faced a daunting battle within himself, one where he eventually succumbed to the enveloping shadows that gripped his soul. Your task is to free him from the clutches of the black magic that now consumes him. The only problem? He doesn't want to be saved.

↠ kth x f.reader | 6.7k words | 18+ ↠ genre: angst, strangers to lovers, smut, black magic au, warlock/witch au

→ Warnings: Read at your own risk! Includes scenes of abduction/kidnapping, minor and major character death & dead bodies, murder, stabbing, knives and other weapons, blood, rituals and witchcraft (duh), slight torture / exorcism-like behavior? idk how else to describe it askldjf;skljdl, illusions to scars, burning skin, unprotected sex, explicit sex, angry sex, fingering, choking, oral (female receiving), teasing, begging, rough kissing, magical fucking? (we’re making that a thing lol), deep dicking, creampie

→ Author note: Thank you so much for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. If you would prefer to bookmark and read it later on AO3, you can find it crossposted here.

Long ago, every instance of magic served a positive purpose. According to the tale, the cosmos gave rise to two mighty entities, Kai and Nyx, after many years of stagnant magic. For magic had been around for centuries by this point, but no one truly had mastered it.

When the culling eliminated many witches and warlocks, the magical line of descendants began to diminish. Kai and Nyx would become the light that the survivors could look to for guidance and protection.

They grew in unison, fostering and educating their apprentices about the complete potential magic can provide and how to harness their talents. Nyx was beloved by the people, and Kai’s gifts were powerful enough to keep them safe from those who dared to harm them.

Over time, Kai's feelings of resentment towards Nyx and his responsibility to safeguard only grew. He yearned to be worshipped. The affection that was once mutual turned into malice, and a sinister shadow wrapped around his soul. It tickled his spine, twisting around through his veins, until he let it take over and embraced the darkness within.

That was the day Black Magic was born.

In the present day, those who are gifted with magical powers are either deemed Sacred or Sinful once they’ve matured. It’s common knowledge that all witches and warlocks are originally born Sacred. Evil isn't born. We know that to be true. It's a learned behavior, created over time. However, the path someone follows in life can change everything.

It's not a matter of what side a witch chooses, but what side chooses them. And unfortunately, it's not as simple as good versus evil, light versus dark, or right versus wrong. 

It boils down to a witch's determination to defend themselves and the length their loved ones will go to in order to resurrect the person they once knew.

But black magic doesn't discriminate. It shows no concern for your family lineage, your economic status, or your future aspirations.

It's patient. 

It bides its time until your vulnerability allows you to embrace even the slightest taste before it creeps into your soul, waiting until you make the choice to devour it completely. 

At that point, you can no longer tell where the darkness ends, and a witch begins. They are now one.

So when the Kim family unexpectedly lost their sweet boy to the Sinful, they knew it would be nearly impossible to get him back.

The only way his soul can be saved is by someone who is accustomed to the taste of black magic helping to remind him of who he truly is.

"This is a photo we took on his eighteenth birthday. That was five years ago. We didn’t know it would be the last photo we would ever take of him..." Mrs. Kim hands you the photo and sniffles, a sign that she’s attempting to keep her composure.

'Please don’t cry, please don’t cry.’ you repeat to yourself. For being upper-class witches, they sure are some of the more sensitive ones. You can tell that they truly care for their estranged son.

Deep down you know that they have all the right reasons to feel this way, but your lack of certain emotions, specifically sympathy, makes it a little difficult for you to feel compassion in moments like this.

Ever since you were rescued from the darkness you've had a hard time understanding emotions and sensitivities. You don’t like either. They make you vulnerable, and vulnerability is dangerous for someone like you.

You are an exception to the rule, neither completely Sacred or Sinful. You’re a part of the Saved; a group of witches that have been brought back from the Sinful. Of course, you can never get rid of the darkness completely. It lingers in your blood, but you’ve learned to control it.

"So do you know what happened that allowed him to let the darkness in? I know that your family is one of the stronger bloodlines, so it couldn’t have been that his powers were limited. And he's not a half-blood either?"

Mr. and Mrs. Kim share a look, debating if they should disclose the reason to you.

"You're right. He was strong up until his sister died. He abandoned his powers and lost interest. We would have to plead for him to do anything remotely related to magic, and even then he put up a fight."

'That would do it. An emotional, grieving warlock that refused to use his powers would be an easy target.'

You rest your hand on Mrs. Kim's in an attempt to console her. "You know this is going to be difficult, right? He's been gone for so long. Are you sure your son is still in there?"

"I know he is. He has to be," she urges, her eyes begging for you to help them.

"Okay..." you say softly, "Were you able to track him? Where was he last?"

"On the east side of the city. We used a spell to pinpoint his exact location, and he was spotted three days ago on camera outside of this mini-mart." Mr. Kim hands you the blurry image. 

"Well, it looks like I’ve got some work to do. I’ll keep you two updated."

Taehyung gazes at the street lamps' reflection on the wet pavement. Unaware of the earlier rain, he stares at the puddles left in the wake of the storm.

His daze breaks as he catches the familiar sound of a woman's heels approaching. He closes his eyes, envisioning the woman within the shadows of his mind.

'She'll work,' he decides, watching her walk quickly in his general direction. Astral Vision is just one of the perks of turning dark. 

He waits until she’s closer, then conceals his body before she can see him lingering in the shadows outside of the bar. The spell took less than a second to manifest, and then he grabs her. One hand over her mouth and the other pushing her towards his car.

The woman is terrified, rightfully so, and Taehyung feeds on her fear. Her pale face, wide eyes, and fast pulse excite him.

He would have preferred to keep her lucid, but she wouldn’t stop screaming. Her high-pitched shrieks still echo in his ears. Thankfully, the sleeping spell he casts knocks her out, making the car ride enjoyable for the most part. 

If only there was a spell that silenced the constant whispering in his ear…

It doesn’t take long for them to arrive at his place. This part of the city was known for being the center of the dark arts, so when the woman's body trails behind him in the air, no one questions it because everyone is used to seeing some fucked up shit. Hell, last week someone set a captured spirit loose and kept walking through the walls of the old apartment building.

As they enter the dark lair, Taehyung waves his hand around and his magic carries the woman’s body to the worship room and gently lays her down on the makeshift altar table.

At the snap of his fingers, she wakes and frantically glances around at her new surroundings. A fireplace full of black flames, candlesticks everywhere she looks, pentagons and other unrecognizable sigils painted across the walls, and a mysterious man walking toward her with a devilish smile.

"Blood is old. Blood is powerful. Blood is exactly what the darkness wants." He starts chanting, making his way around her body, circling her.

"No, please!" The woman yells as she struggles against the restraints that suddenly appear from thin air. "Please. I beg you," she cries, "I have a child. She's two. *Please!*" The woman continues to sob as he lifts the knife in the air

"Shut up. This will go by faster if you just shut the hell up."

It wouldn’t matter if she was pleading as if her life depended on it. In this case, it did, but that’s irrelevant. Nor does the look in her eyes when she realizes she was going to die tonight. 

Taehyung doesn’t care. He just wants the whispering to end, and the only way to make that happen is to do what it told him.

So he did.

You listen quietly as Taehyung completes his incantation, completely drawn in by the way he handles his power. The unlit candles that fill his room all ignite when he finishes, signaling that your cover is close to being blown now that you’re no longer hidden from plain sight.

The girl notices your figure and wails out when your eyes manage to lock. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she saw you already, you weren't sure when, or how, you were going to make your presence known. 

That's how easily the darkness can get to you. You didn’t even realize when it had you paralyzed in time. And if a witch isn't aware at all times, they have a higher chance of being taken over.

"Please save me! I see you, help me!" Her shrill voice pierces through the empty room. You duck by a bookshelf and wait to see if he spots you too. 

Taehyung pauses to glance around; he doesn’t sense anyone so he closes his eyes and continues with his plan.

When you step out of the shadows she repeats herself, begging to be let go, begging for you to help her. 

You take another step closer, moving slowly while racking your brain for how you’re going to get her out of here when suddenly the dark flames quit dancing in the fireplace. Every candle in the room turns toward you and the room becomes too quiet.

Someone taps on your shoulder. Startled, you turn your head to find no one there. And when you move to face the woman again, a tall figure stands in your way.

"Who the hell are you?" Taehyung demands, a mere few inches from your position.

If you weren’t slightly concerned about what he was going to do to you next, you probably would have laughed out loud. That blade is pointless. You both know that he can do a lot more damage with his powers now that the darkness is on his side. 

Speaking of which, his other hand twists at his side and you guess he’s trying to inflict pain on you somehow.

You know this must be true when he frowns, clearly confused as to why you aren’t on the floor in crippling agony.

"Oh, yeah. That doesn't work on me babe, clearly not human." You admit rather smugly. His demeanor tenses as you close in on him. "You should really put the knife down. You don't want to accidentally hurt her, do you?"

"That's exactly what I want to do," he hisses, using his magic to send his knife flying through the air and into her chest before you can even process what’s happening. 

The second the blade touches blood, every candle in the room is extinguished.

You somehow manage to hold in your surprised gasp, despite not being ready for that.

This job isn’t for everyone. You’ve witnessed a lot of death in your short time as Saver. If it wasn’t for the good pay and the sense of accomplishment, (not to mention the high probability of making Nyx proud) there was no way in hell you would willingly put yourself in this traumatic position.

That's what you remind yourself of anyway. Especially since it’s hard finding anything else with your label. Damn witch society and their stupid social standings for making everyone believe that a Saved witch is any less of value than a Sacred one.

It’s been a while since your last assignment, and after how badly that one had ended, you’ve been contemplating if it was a mistake to come so soon - just like your coworkers had presumed. 

You brush those thoughts aside and remember why you’re here, to save.

"Did you have to kill her? Was that really necessary?" you prod.

"Yeah, it gets them off my back," he huffs, "What do you want?" He peers at you, trying to figure you out.

One ‘perk’, for lack of a better word, of being one of the Saved is that when a Sinful reads you, they catch onto the lingering darkness and assume you're one of them. It makes it easier for them to trust you, which inherently makes your job easier.

"Need a place to crash for a week or two. I sensed you from outside. Thought it was safe here since we're the same and all that." You had rehearsed this part, knowing you would need a valid excuse to get close to him. And it was normal, the Sinful did usually group together. Everyone is stronger in numbers.

"Does this look like a boarding house to you? Get the fuck out." He turns back to the dead woman's body and catches her blood in a vessel filled with ash and other unrecognizable ingredients.

"What kind of ritual is this?" You ask, ignoring his demand and following him around the room as he throws other components into the blood pool. "Looks very...ancient?" It looks disgusting if you’re being completely honest, but you have to play along. "Need help?"

"Why aren't you leaving?" He questions. "Did I not make myself clear? Get. Out."

"What if we make a deal," you suggest, starting your plan. "I'll clean up your messes and stay out of your way and you let me stay here. I'm a newbie, if you can't tell. So far I'm really enjoying how much I don't care. I can do whatever and go wherever I want. Well actually I can't, I think I'm being hunted-" Your rambling trick works and he interrupts you, clearly irritated. and doing whatever he can to shut you up.

Taehyung rubs a hand over his face when he realizes he can't get rid of you, "Okay! Okay, I really don't give a shit. Stay here then. Whatever. Just stop talking. Fuck."

It’s rather easy getting him to cave, but in retrospect, that's not a good thing. It just proves how far gone he is. For example, who doesn't care if a random person - specifically a person who broke into their home - stays with them for an uncertain amount of time? He just doesn't care. And that's scary.

He walks towards the door, the vessel still in hand, and turns to you to say, "I'll be back later. Take care of the body."

Lovely.

3:00 AM

There’s a reason why this time of night is called the witching hour. That's when witches and warlocks are the most powerful. 

So here you are, cross-legged and floating above the floor, getting ready to do something rather invasive, but effective. You aren’t sure if there’s a specific name for what you’re doing, but you’re basically putting yourself into Taehyung’s dreaming mind to pull the memories out of their hiding spots.

When the darkness takes over, it pushes everything aside and fills your mind with disturbing thoughts instead of your own, and it does this so quickly that you forget almost everything about yourself in a matter of minutes.

It’s also tricky because you aren’t able to detect what the memories are until after having drug them out from the deepest pockets of his mind. You have a 50/50 chance of this working in your favor, and you really need it to.

Being inside someone's dream is like being underwater. You don't move as fast as you usually do, and everything's a little fuzzy to look at. Thankfully Taehyung is smart enough to have his memories boxed away, so it isn’t hard to find them. You reach for the nearest one to you, then proceed to open the lid.

The first memory that you pull is one from Taehyung's childhood. You watch his family run around the beach, laughing and splashing around in the salty ocean water.

You reach for another, and suddenly it's autumn. Older Taehyung and his younger sister are kicking the leaves around in the park. A crisp breeze carries the leaves away in the wind while they play.

The next memory leaves you chilled. Taehyung is driving through a snowstorm on his way home after picking his sister up from school. He didn't want her to drive in this weather. You watch in horror as a deer runs out in front of them. He swerves and the car spins on the icy road before rolling several times. They're knocked out for a while, and when Taehyung finally comes to he notices that she's no longer next to him, and there's a giant hole in the windshield.

You return to your body, which is covered in a cold sweat. 'What a terrible way to watch a loved one die. No wonder he let the darkness in.'

You’re ready for your next plan of attack the following morning when Taehyung finds you in the kitchen. His face twists when he notices your bowl, he’s not-so-secretly judging your choice of food.

"What? A witch has to eat." You say, defending the sugary cereal. "Plus, it was in your cabinet. You bought it."

"Didn't buy it. Also not my house, I'm just ahhh - renting it for the time being." He grins, obviously satisfied with his response.

'He's in a rather decent mood. Especially compared to yesterday. Does that mean the memories worked? There's only one way to find out...'

"So," you start, even though you know Taehyung isn’t paying attention to you, "How did you sleep?"

"I relived my sister's death last night." 'Yeah. That one's on me. My bad.' "But I also dreamed about this breakfast cafe near my favorite park that my family used to eat at every time we came to the city."

Your eyes grew in size when you realize that he remembered a memory all on his own. This is really good. Really, really good.

Taehyung wakes up feeling different, but he can’t place how. For the first time in a while, he doesn’t hear whispering, and he can’t help but wonder if you have something to do with that.

'It must be', he decides. 'You, for whatever reason, keep the whispering at bay.'

And then it clicks. You're one of them. And he doesn't know what to do about it.

You're here to fix him. But he doesn't want to change. To go back to a normal life. Well, as normal of a life as a warlock can have.

He sits up in bed and opens his palm. The smallest flame appears and he watches it dance in his gloomy room. He doesn’t want to miss this. Without black magic, Taehyung is nothing but a weak man, incapable of protecting the people he cares about.

He plays it off when he sees you in the kitchen, choosing to talk about his dreams last night, and watches your face light up when he threw in that last one.

"Do you want to visit that place today? It sounds like it's nice," You suggest before getting up to put your empty dish in the sink.

Taehyung's face drops, he’s right. You’re one of the Saved.

"You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you? It's too bad that place doesn't exist," he hisses before driving you backward. Your head bounces off the wall and he doesn’t hesitate to push the knife he had hidden earlier against your windpipe.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? I know what you are," he seethes. His rage deepens as his face lowered to yours. His eyes burn into yours, "You're Saved. And now you're trying to save me. Correct?"

You swallow slowly and nod. This is a serious situation. At any point, Taehyung could snap. Then who would save him?

Both of you proceed to look at each other, waiting for the other to do something stupid. He presses the knife further into your skin, fighting with himself to end your life. But he can’t, for some reason, he’s intrigued and wonders ‘What if?’

"Fuck it," he breathes, having made up his mind, and closes the gap between you. His lips move against yours in a fight for power. The forgotten knife drops to the floor and his arms move to hold you tightly between his body and the wall.

You’re in shock. This isn’t supposed to happen. Definitely not a part of your plan. You don't sleep with the people you're supposed to save; you're pretty sure there's a rule against that somewhere. But strangely enough, you aren’t complaining. He’s a good kisser.

'This really shouldn't be happening.'

No matter how wrong it may be, you let things continue. He has you shoved up against the wall, his lips covering yours. 

Taehyung’s magic massages along the sides of your body, before joining in the middle and going right for your center.

He knows exactly what you want before you do, touching the right places, and bringing goosebumps to your skin's surface with every motion.

He’s addictive - whether it’s because of the taste of sin on his skin or the taste of the black magic vibrating through his veins - you can’t get enough of it.

Practically every nerve in your body is on fire and you haven't even gotten to the fun part yet.

You moan when the pressure between your legs grows, and bite your lip in an attempt to keep them in.

"You should be running in the opposite direction right about now," he purrs before leaning to drag his tongue along your neck.

"Oh please, I'm not going anywhere. Not until I get what I want." You pant. 

"And what do you want?" he questions with a sly smirk.

"You." 'And to save you.'

He doesn’t hesitate to tear your clothes off before removing his own.

"Please," you beg, needing to be touched by him. Your insides ache for more of him.

He brings a hand up and closes it around your neck, "No talking. Got it?"

You nod again, secretly enjoying the slight pressure and the tingling feeling the lack of oxygen creates.

He lifts one of your legs and you wrap it around his waist, opening yourself up for him. His fingers sink into your heat, moving at a pace you can’t keep up with, preparing you for what’s to come next.

Another moan leaves your swollen lips as he pushes into you without hesitation. Your back arches involuntarily and you squeeze your eyes shut at the amount of intense pleasure running through your body. 

Taehyung holds firmly onto your sides and he pounds into you relentlessly. His deep thrusts have you close to seeing stars. The magic he’s using simultaneously leaves behind sensuous, shadowy caresses upon your skin as he takes you to another dimension.

“Fuck,” he growls before placing lingering wet kisses along your neck. You marvel at how he stretches your insides out in the most delicious way.

“Don't stop. Keep going,” you choke out, unable to stay silent any longer, “Please keep going, oh god!” You’re so close to the edge. A few hard thrusts later and you’re shaking as the coil deep inside you snaps, sending waves of white heat throughout your body.

You whimper when he continues to pound into you, his release not far off. Taehyung moans one last time before releasing into you, and your convulsing walls suck in his warm seed.

You shudder when he slowly pulls out of you and dropped to his knees. A small gasp slips out when his parted lips meet your center. Your fingers grasp onto his hair as his tongue dove deep into you.

Taehyung indulges himself in your sweet taste. For whatever reason, he can’t get enough of you. It isn’t until you’re pleading for him to give you a break that he releases your already sensitive nub.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, and once he has he stands back up. Both of your chests are moving at the same pace as you look into each other's eyes, almost asking, what now?

"Okay. Well, um, I'm gonna shower... I'll see you later?" Fuck, you don’t know how to talk to him after that. Are you supposed to thank him for the best sex of your entire life? Do you just quit your job and run away?

Taehyung, on the other hand, is in awe. He isn’t sure what kind of spell you have over him but he’s already craving more.

He doesn’t care enough to argue about the fact that you lied to him. Not after that. 

Plus, sex is sex. If he has to put up with your annoying habits and attempts to 'save him' for a while longer for good sex then he will. Simple as that.

With his decision made, he accompanies you into the bathroom. "I hope you're ready for round two."

Honestly, you aren’t sure how long you’ve been with Taehyung. The days tend to blend together, particularly due to your inconsistent sleeping schedule.

You still have your mission in mind, but it isn’t something you desire to finish right away. The small sliver of darkness inside of you rejoices when you push your duties aside.

The second Taehyung becomes Saved and is returned to his family, you have to say goodbye. And that's something that you aren't prepared for. You know now that your heart has gotten involved, which is a dangerous game to play.

This is exactly why they say to never mix business with pleasure. It makes such a mess of things.

Taehyung keeps you in bed for most of the day, for reasons most can assume, and your exhausted body isn’t tired of this routine just yet. Habit has it that you usually fall asleep, phone in hand. So it’s no surprise that when you awoke to it vibrating you already knew what to expect.

After rubbing the sleep from your tired eyes, you squint at the bright screen in an attempt to read what it says.

Unknown Caller

Your heart sinks, and you crawl out of bed. 'This isn't going to be good.' You hurry to make it out of the bedroom before answering.

"Hey, Taemin-"

"It shouldn't be taking you this long to track a Sinful." Your supervisor interrupts, "What the hell is going on? Are we losing you?"

"Nothing's going on, I swear. I tracked him at first but then things got complicated. I even managed to break into his place." Your excuse is half-true. "I’ll keep you updated on my progress-"

"It’s been over a month. You have 48 hours to bring him in, or we're giving the case to Dino. My advice is to get the Sinful bastard on a leash and *bring him in.*" He hangs up on you and his words echo in your mind. 48 hours. 48 hours until someone else is taking him from you.

"Who was that?" Taehyung asks with a scratchy voice when you crawl back into bed.

"Wrong number. Go back to sleep," you whisper. You wait for his breathing to even out and take the risk of projecting into his mind once again. It’s dangerous to flood him with so many memories this fast but you don’t have a choice. You pluck memory after memory out of those damn boxes, hoping that it’s enough to make him come back. You’re running out of time.

The following morning, you realize just how dangerous it can be. Taehyung is in a sour mood from the second he wakes.

"Why can't you just stay out of my mind for one night!" he hollers, climbing out of bed and trying to get away from you as fast as possible. "I know you were in there. Why do you have to remind me of her." His voice cracks and it pains you to see how much he’s hurting.

You can’t stop though. Even though he’s in pain, he’s still feeling, and he needs to feel to get better. “Because your memories are important-”

"Stay out of my fucking head!" He rages, cutting you off and disappearing before you can say anything else.

It's now been several hours since you saw him last. Maybe you were pushing him too hard and the darkness realized that it's being forced out. They call it a flare-up; it’s like the last straw. The darkness will do anything to stay in its host, even if that means harming them.

Once Taehyung returns, you try not to panic when you see the bruises all over his body. Not normal purple-blue bruises, but deep green and black ones. Serious ones. Especially for a warlock. These kinds of bruises are caused by magic. Strong magic. Typically black magic.

"Oh my god, what happened?" You rush to him the second he steps in the door. He’s shirtless, hands all bloody, and covered in those god-awful bruises.

"I don't- I don't know. Blood everywhere. The bodies. I don't know."

Your hands rest over his and you close your eyes, focusing on retracing his steps with your gifts.

You’re transported to an alley, where you watch as Taehyung attacked a mob of the Sinful. You wince when he snaps the first man’s neck and then consumes the darkness seeping out of the slumped body. He claims the additional power for himself, as he does with the rest of the people that you see left lying around.

You pull yourself back to the present and look at Taehyung. With more black magic running through his veins, heat radiates from his body and his muscles tense, hoping to be used in another battle shortly.

"Taehyung, I know it hurts to remember and feel these emotions but I really need you to keep them. Don't let the darkness take them away. Please, Taehyung. It's important." His eyes meet yours and you can see the fight he’s putting up from the inside.

"I'm trying. I really am."

Your fingers trail down his cheek, "I know. I know how hard it is, and I know how strong you are. You can do this."

"I can't." Tears stream down his face, "I'm nothing without it, I'm weak. I have to let it in again. I need it."

His entire demeanor changes after saying those words, not realizing the weight that they carry. He’s so close, and now it’s back. He’s rid of the darkness for just a few short minutes and he’s so broken. There’s no way you can save him all on your own.

"You," He says, his voice deepening to something sinister, "Don't you know when to give up? Haven't you realized he doesn't want you to save him?"

"He wants to be saved. You just won't let him go. I'll get him back, and I'll get you out for good," you spit out.

"It's been too long, he's never coming back," the voice gloats, although the darkness that spills through his lips doesn’t match his eyes. "How pathetic it is that you have feelings for this weak warlock. Don't you know that he will never be the same? He won't love you. He doesn't even know what love is. Stupid girl."

"That's a lie." You remind yourself that this isn’t Taehyung talking. This was the darkness. “He’s capable and worthy of so much love, unlike you.”

Even though you know better, there’s a small part of you that’s scared it’s true. 'What if it’s impossible for him to love? Even after he comes back?'

Taehyung can’t help it. He really tried. But it’s just too strong of a fight for him. He doesn’t have the energy.

And you don’t have time to waste. Grabbing onto his head, you stare into his eyes, "I'll get you out of there, I promise." He tries to pry your hands off but you hold on strong. "I promise, Taehyung. Please hold on just a little longer."

You hate to leave him, especially after a momentary breakthrough, but you need help. So you dial the one person you know you can depend on.

"Hey Dino, how fast can you and the others get here?"

It's been different since you've left.

Taehyung doesn't understand why he feels this way, or why he feels at all. He doesn't care, at least that's what he's telling himself to get through the past couple of days. Although he can't help but wonder why you left, and if you’ll ever come back.

It’s thoughts like these that have him so distracted, that's why he doesn’t sense them. That's why they’re able to capture him. Once again, Taehyung is nothing but a weak warlock - even with black magic on his side this time.

Whoever it is, they’re strong enough to cast a sight spell. He can’t see anything. He doesn’t know where he’s being taken.

When they finally release the spell, he's confused by his surroundings. He was almost expecting to see more Sinful wanting to suck the rest of his powers out for their own benefit this time.

To his genuine surprise, it's you.

You and a crowd. All Saved witches and warlocks. Even though he knows what's coming, he's terrified. Not many make it through this part.

"I know you're smart, so I don't need to explain to you that this is going to hurt like a bitch. But I need you to hold on. The darkness is going to want you to give up, and I swear to god Taehyung, if you let that happen I will kill you. You need to hold on."

The group circles around his body and began chanting the spell while you prepared to do the worst part. You refuse to let anyone else do this. 

It’s horrific, to say the least. No one enjoys burning protective sigils into another person's skin, especially when that person is someone you love. You know better than to look at his face when you do this, but his screams remind you of how terrible it hurts, and the scars on your arms ache having been in this exact position. The smell of melting flesh is enough to make you sick to your stomach, let alone the combination of all of these things.

Hell is nothing compared to what a witch goes through to be Saved. The rush of everything that you have done but technically didn't do, the people you murdered, the emotions and memories that come flooding in. It's a lot to be overwhelmed with. And sadly, not everyone can handle it. 

You pray to Nyx that Taehyung is capable to make it through this.

'I'm okay, keep going.'

Raising your gaze to him as his voice sounds in your mind, he reassures you that this has to be done.

'Whatever happens, keep going.'

You nod, holding back tears when he lets out another blood-curdling cry.

You don't know what happened. An eerie sensation washes over you as you try to make sense of the scene in front of you. Someone screams. Who’s screaming? You don’t recognize them to be coming from you, but it has to be. The only thing you’re able to focus on is someone dragging you away from his cold, limp body.

Dino holds onto you through your endless fighting, "He's gone. We need to move. You know we're all at risk with that kind of dark power floating around, unseen."

And that’s the last time you saw Taehyung.

Life after leaving the city is hard. 

You refuse to talk to anyone about what happened, but they all have their own assumptions. Even your supervisor wants you to take more time off but you’ve been declining. Surrounding yourself with work is the only distraction capable of taking your mind off everything else.

You’ll gladly do anything but sit at home where you actually had time to think.

The assignment you recently returned from had been really underwhelming; you brought back and returned the woman to her husband in less than a day. A new record for you. All it took was a handful of wedding photos and snap - she was back. Granted, this one was only gone for a fortnight, so it was an easy job compared to... You let that thought end abruptly, refusing to say his name.

Unlocking your front door, you take a step inside and drop your bag at your feet, your magic closing and relocking it for you. 

'Something is wrong.'

You feel it, someone else’s presence. You have no idea how or why - but someone is in the next room over. Your magic can sense theirs.

Nobody knows where you live, not even the other Saved witches. You need to have your safe haven in case anything ever happens. Your house is spellbound to keep the Sinful from entering. However, if a Sinful took in an absurd amount of darkness, it isn’t impossible for that to happen. And you’re terrified to find out who is waiting for you.

It isn’t common for them to hunt you down but in the rare event that it does happen, you have certain protocols to follow, or else things can get very dangerous. Scared to death, you keep your hands at bay and pull yourself mostly together before walking into the living room.

"Why are you crunched over walking like that?"

Letting out a yelp, you immediately turn to your left. “Taehyung?" Your hand rests on your beating heart. 'He's alive?'

"Before you ask, yes I'm alive, and yes it's actually me." It takes you a moment to register his words, which he completely understandable. He knows you must have been through a lot these last couple of weeks. Especially since everyone assumed he was dead.

"There's no way... It’s not possible. Dino checked before we left, you were dead. I don't know how you are here right now." 

'You're hallucinating. That's the only realistic answer. You're going crazy and imagining all of this. There is no way Taehyung was alive this whole time. You would have known.'

"Well, apparently he didn't do his job very well because here I am," he chuckles. This is so not the time for chuckling and happy reunions.

You know it’s cliche to do so, but you really just had to poke him in the chest to check. Magic-wise, you can tell he’s alive. You can also tell that he’s still a warlock again, blessed with the gifts of Nyx, but you can’t place any darkness within him.

"How is that possible?” you mumble to yourself, reading his soul again.  All Saved have a trace of darkness...but he has none.

"This might be a wild assumption, but can it be due to the fact that I died and came back? I don't think the darkness could withstand that."

"That seems logical." You’re still weirded out by this whole ordeal but that answer would work for now, at least until you brought him to the base tomorrow to be checked out. "So then why were you hiding in the corner?"

His lips curl up, "What can I say, I learned from the best."

"Okay, so then why are you here? In my house?"

"I needed to see you. I didn't believe it at first either when I first woke up. I thought maybe I turned into a ghost or something, that my spirit was trapped since I died dark. But people noticed me on the streets. And for the first time in years, only my own thoughts were in my head. No whispering." He rests a hand on your cheek, "You saved me."

“It was my job,” you blurted out, not knowing what to say. This is absurd, everything that had just happened made absolutely zero sense. 

He gives you a look, knowing better than to believe that was the only reasoning for why you pushed so hard to bring him back.

"And can I just say for my personal well-being that I never wanted to hurt myself more than the day when fake-me said that it was impossible for me to love you. You have no idea how hard I was fighting to come through and say the exact opposite."

Taehyung steps forward and pulls you against his body, "Because I do, I love you."

Your heart nearly bursts having heard him confess the truth. Raising your hands up to his head, you pull him down into your waiting kiss, where you pour love and light into one another.

While you’ve become accustomed to the taste of sin on his lips, you’ve got to admit, the taste of love is so much better.

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[borathae]

“They’ve seen the centuries come and go, watched empires rise and fall and witnessed the creation of society as it is today. And now you have fallen into their arms, showing them once again that change never stops.”

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Hurt and Comfort, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU, Polyamory!AU

“You change universities after moving towns. Your new university is an old, ancient building with secret tunnels and whispered ghost stories. There are two fraternities, which for some reason always seem to be in a quarrel. Alpha consisting of Kim Taehyung, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi. Handsome, porcelain skinned men, who act as if they are out of another century and for some reason everyone on campus seems to be scared of. And Sanguis consisting of Jeon Jungkook, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok. Men with skin just as pale and their faces just as beautiful, who always wear sunglasses when it is light outside and who never seem to open their curtains. And for some peculiar reason you always find yourself in the middle of them….”

Pairing: OT7 x f.Reader with main Taehyung x f.Reader & Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Romance, Smut, University!AU, Vampire!AU

《 To Book One 》

“When your endless game of hide and seek with Namjoon sends your little group all over Europe, you have to fight more than just vengeful witches and bloodthirsty demons. Different morals, beliefs and mindsets bring just as much struggle to your bond as your enemies. And soon you have to accept that the world you decided to live in is darker than you initially prepared for.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader & Jungkook x f.Reader + more as the story progresses

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut, Vampire!AU, Magic!AU

《 To Book Two 》

“You and your lovers visit The Plains, a magical realm created for the souls of witches and warlocks and home of your dear grandmother. She welcomes you with raspberry pie and tea. You come with many stories to tell and eager hands to help on her cottage. Golden sunlight, blue moonshine and green forests await you alongside early morning snuggles and late night kisses with your lovers.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook, Taehyung x Jungkook, platonic Yoongi x Taehyung

Genre: Magic!AU, Vampire!AU, Polyamory!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance, Smut, this is a spin-off meant to be read after the Duology

Progress: new chapters currently being posted each Wednesday

《 To the Spin-Off 》

#01 - What You Deserve [YG x JK]

#02 - The Piano Teacher [YG x OC]

#03 - Only For You ([YG x OC]

#04 - Mellifluous [TH x OC]

#05 - Safe Hands [YG x OC]

#06 - Rache [TH x JK]

#07 - Captured [YG x OC]

#08 - Illecebra [TH x OC] ​

#09 - How I Love You [YG x OC]

#10 - Stormy Nights [YG x OC]

#11 - Of Simpler Times [TH x JM]

#12 - Best Seat [YG x OC]

#13 - Deep [JK]

#14 - Painted Blue [TH x OC]

#15 - Drunk on You [YG x OC]

#16 - I Want Your Love Forever [YG x OC]

#17 - Between Friends [YG x HS]

#18 - Bed Head [JK x OC]

#19 - Don’t Tease Please [JK x OC]

#20 - Fade into You [YG x OC]

#21 - Rope Bunny [YG x OC]

#22 - Lavender Warmth [YG x OC]

#23 - The Scholar, The Princess and the Master [YG x OC x JK]

#24 - Picnics [YG x OC x JK]

#25 - Where Love Is [YG x OC]

#26 - Wake Up Call [YG x OC]

#27 - Devotion [TH x OC]

#28 - Bewitched [YG x OC]

#29 - wanna see myself inside you [JK x OC]

#30 - Princess Treatment [YG x OC]

#31 - Guilty Tears [TH x OC]

#32 - Moonlight & Campsites [YG x OC]

#33 - ILY [YG x OC]

#34 - Morning Hours [JK x OC]

#35 - Silly Fights [YG x OC]

#36 - Carefree [YG x TH]

#37 - Cozy Times [YG x OC]

#38 - Drive You Fucking Crazy [TH x OC]

#39 - FWB [HS x OC]

#40 - A Good Life [YG x OC]

#41 - Impatient [JK x TH]

#42 - Love Wins All [TH x OC]

#43 - Cozy [YG x OC]

#44 - Listen In [HS x JK x TH]

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[mochminnie]

Lovin U Right

Based off Jungkook’s Single ‘Seven’. BTS and many more Kpop idols will appear in this series. This will have no usage of your name or (y/n). The Main Character/Reader will be Plus Sized and her name is Elizabeth ‘Lizzie’. Jungkook who is life of a party, a total himbo that tries for 7 days to show you how much he loves you. Who doesn’t just want to get in your pants, wanting more than that. Himbo clingy JK wants to be loved, who wants your attention. 

Setting: College Au

Tropes: Polar Opposites

Warning: Sexual Themes, Fat shaming, College Partying, This isn’t going to be based off of Korean College more like Americanize based through Pop Culture references, Himbo like behavior of BTS.

Check out the mood board https://www.tumblr.com/mochminnie/723830921903620096/what-if-jeon-jungkook-fall-in-love-with-a-plus?source=share&ref=mochminnie

Author’s Note: This is a fictional portrayal of Jungkook and other idols. I tend to see comments about Kai and Jennie when I wrote my Rose x reader story on wattpad. I know I am writing about celebrities and this is all honesty for fun. I will be writing about Taehyung and Jennie. This book don’t match the idol’s personality. I face claimed casted these people to create a story for fun and possibly for people to enjoy. Please check out my other JK Series ‘The Warlock and The Witch.

Playlist

'Seven' - Jungkook

‘I Got It’ - Thuy

'Supershy' - New Jeans

'Baby One More Time' - Britney Spears

'Fantasize' - Ariana Grande

'Euphoria' Jungkook

'Something New' - Zendaya and Chris Brown

'Left Right' - XG

'Wild Side' - Normani ft Cardi B

'34+35' - Ariana Grande

'Me & U' - Cassie

'Like Crazy' - Jimin

'New Dance' - XG

'Dance The Night Away' - Dua Lipa

'Cuff It Wetter remix' - Beyoncé

'No Problem' - Nayeon ft. Felix

‘Girls Like Me Don’t Cry’ - Thuy ft. Min

'Cool for the Summer' - Demi Lovato

'Something Real' - Summer Walker, Chris Brown, London On a Track

'Take You Down' - Chris Brown

'Hype boy' - New Jeans

'Wet The Bed' - Chris Brown

'Snooze' - SZA

'3D' - Jungkook ft. Jack Harlow

'Heart Attack' - Demi Lovato

'Check' - Girls Generation

'It's You' - MAX ft. Keshi

'Cherry' - Rina Sawayama

'You & I' - JRE

'If you Stay ' Joseph Vincent

'Somebody' - Kyungsoo (D.O.)

"Dear No One" - Tori Kelly

‘I Don’t Care’ - Jeremy Passion

‘Agora Hills’ - Doja Cat

‘Sweetest Pie’ - Dua Lipa

‘Kiss Me More’ - Doja Cat ft. SZA

‘I Know’ - RM & JK

‘Ditto’ - NEWJEANS

‘Partition’ - Beyoncé

‘Too Much’ - JK, the kid laroi, central fee

‘Perfect Night’ - Le Sserafim

‘Somebody’ - Jungkook

‘Yes Or No’ - Jungkook

'The Party & After Party' - The Weeknd

Chapter 1 

Maru lit up her cigarette up the balcony. The rest of the girls drinking soju and ordered take out tteokbokki, Korean hot dogs, and fried chicken, corn cheese. To celebrate, Their one year anniversary living together. Maru encourages Lizzie to go to the hottest parties and clubs in town. Not only that, their other roommates Jisoo, Jennie, Lisa, and Rose. Will try their best to get her out of the house. 

“Lizzie put down your iPad and stop reading WEBTOON.” Maru grabbed the iPad from her with one hand and the other with her cigarette smoking. 

Lizzie scoffed and yelled at Maru. “Hey, I was just starting a new story!” 

Lisa, “Maru just give her ipad back. Don’t get close to her because she has asthma.” 

Maru scoffs, “Please, It’s not like she hasn't smoked weed before.” 

Jennie, “That’s much better than cigarettes.” 

Jisoo heard the doorbell ring. “The food here!” Jisoo smiled and yelled out. Rose immediately got up with Jisoo to get the food. They prepare the food on the balcony. While the rest of the girls grabbed the plates, utensils, napkins and beverages. Maru Hiding the Ipad from Lizzie. Lizzie just gives up; she's now helping with the food. When it’s finally prepared. 

Jennie was the first to dig in. “You Know Maru can give your Ipad back if you go to the party with us.” 

Liz, “I’ll live in a moment! Maybe I’ll go. But can you give it back?” Maru gives it back then Lizzie puts it away in her room. So her and the girls play a game.  

Rosie wants to play the clueless party game then everyone else gets excited. Except Lisa doesn’t want to play. When Lisa thought that Rosie didn’t see her face scrunched up and mouthed no to the rest of the girls. “Think that I didn’t see you? I'll kill you.” Lisa got scared. Jisoo and Jennie laugh. 

Lizzie, “We will all play the clueless party game even if Lisa doesn’t want to join.” Rosie was excited again. Lisa rolls her eyes then Rosie pinches Lisa’s ears. Jennie and Jiso are trying to break them up. Lisa starts screaming. “Ow, that you bitch!” Lisa slaps Rosie. 

Rosie, “Ugh you slut!” Pushes her. 

Jennie stopped breaking the girls up and got the notification text on her phone from Taehyung. “We have all been invited to a party tonight!!! Oh would you look at that, You’re going Liz.” Jennie yelled.

Lizzie shakes her head no. “No, Just no. You girls know I don’t want to party.” All of the girls give her a look. “I mean I do party in small groups. My cousins, and family.”

Rosie, “Well this is different we’re all in our 20’s we should all go out, make out, sleep with anyone we want, we're all hot.” 

Jisoo then dances to, Girls Generation Party. “P-A-R-T-Y!!! Party time. It’s Party time!!!” 

“Come on Liz You gotta come!” Rosie

Lisa got excited. “You’re going to look hot tomorrow night! I don’t have to play the game!” Rosie glares at her. Lisa got scared a bit. 

“Let’s pick an outfit for her. She’s going to look hot hot” jisoo

Maru, blowing the cigarette in her direction.“She needs to get laid tomorrow night.” Saying calmly with a straight face.

Lizzie gives her a look. “How many gummies did you take again?” 

Maru, “2, 5. I don’t know.” Still smoking her cigarette. ‘How is this girl still going?’ Lizzie thought. After all the drinks, smoking and gummies???

“Come on Tae’s party can’t be that bad! Think about it, come on Liz. Tae is a nice guy. He’s making sure you will go.” Jennie says. 

Liz, “It’s not Tae and his friends I’m worried about.”

The girls wait for her answer. Jisoo asks, “Well? What do you say Lizzie?” But then Jisoo see the look in her eyes that somethings the matter. She didn’t ask her friend what was the matter. It seems she wasn’t too comfortable to share with the girls yet. 

Liz it’s not she’s feeling pressured. She was just worried about one of the boys that broke her heart. The worst way possible will be there… 

Cha Eun-woo.

Not only that Minnie might be there and her friends… Lizzie knows her friends will be there for her. 

Lizzie, “Okay I’ll go tonight and I have to go to this party. To face my fears. To live. You know YOLO!!!” She says the last sentence much awkwardly. 

Lisa raised her brow. “Liz Yolo?” Cringes. 

Jisoo, “YOLO!!!” She started dancing to Party again. Lizzie joins her then all of the girls join except for Maru because she was so high off of the gummies. “We can’t stop stop! It’s a party time!”  Jisoo sings. 

Rosie, “P-A-R-T-Y!!!” 

Liz, “It’s a party, We go rock rock! P-A-R-T-Y”

Jennie and Lisa joins. “Lemon soju, tequila for me, mojito for you

Let's go to Jeju, California!”

Rosie, “We got a party to head too! Come on, let's go get ready!” 

~ ~ ~

Jisoo Suggests a makeover! 

Lisa, “Lizzie already has a great sense of style and knows how to apply makeup. Don’t you think it’s problematic? She’s already gorgeous, young, and a hot mama.” 

Jennie, “It can be but it’s fun!!!” Jumping up and down and she grabs Lizzie’s to the bathroom first.

Lizzie, “Makeovers can be fun.” agreeing and smiling. 

Boy she didn’t know that the five girls are going to bathe her. Lizzie insists. “No, I got this, I can bathe myself. NO! MARU! JENNIE! LISA HELP!!!!” Calling out all of the girls names she got this. 

Lisa yelling at the girls, “SHE DOESN’T HELP WITH THE BATHING WHAT KIND OF MAKEOVER IS THIS???” She pushes the four girls away. 

 The girls make sure she gets her cooter cat, bussy clean and every nook and cranny is clean and that everything is moisturized. 

Lizzie wears contacts tonight. And prep her face before Maru works on her makeup. 

Rosie and Jennie going through her closet. Breaking down which outfit she is going to wear. 

Jisoo, “You should go for the siren seductive look!” Maru does her makeup. And Jisoo does her hair she decided to do voluminous curls. 

Lisa sprayed on some lux honey vanilla perfume. And the rest of the girls made sure one last time that everything was moisturized. 

Then Jennie presents Lizzie a black Prada bag. “Me and the girls got you a bag!” Jennie smiling showing off her gummy smile.

She puts Lizzie's phone and glasses and travel sized stuff for her contacts like case and solution and Maru puts condoms inside. Lizzie, "Jennie!" Groans, Giving her a really look. Looking at the couple of condoms that were given in her bag. "Thanks Jennie I'll be using all of these gladly." Sarcastically scoffs. “URGGGHH.” Rolling her eyes.

The final looks that Lizzie got a brown smokey eye with a cat eye liner and a burgundy lip. Her hair is down with curls. For her outfit. A black lace v neck with cutouts cami, black mini skirt with a slit, and black knee high boots. It’s not that she wasn’t comfortable wearing this, she usually wears these clothes. It’s just that she felt off if Eunwoo and Minnie and their friends saw her. Lizzie loves what the girls have done for her. Since she takes forever to get ready she takes about 2 hours and with the girls help it took about 45 mins to an hour. 

The rest of the girls also decided to wear black tonight for the party. That each of them go with their styles and personalities. The girls take selfies. 

~ ~ ~

Jungkook is getting ready with Jimin for Tae’s party. 

Jungkook sighs. Jimin asks him what’s the matter. Jungkook finishes off with his leather jacket while looking at the mirror. Wearing all black. “I’m just hoping that one girl will stay the next morning. Who just doesn’t leave me”  Then, applying some cologne. 

Jimin questions, “If she stays the next morning you’d think she’ll be the one you’re looking for.” 

Jungkook is still a little sad.  “I’m not sure, all I want is to find a girl that I can continue to date. Someone I can get to know. Who just doesn’t see me as a pretty face, more than my talents and more than a one night stand.” 

Tae then walks in the room. “Hey buddy, why so glump.” Giving Jungkook a side hug. Still being happy go lucky. 

Jimin says, “He wants to find a girl in a committed relationship.” 

Tae then messes up his hair. “You’ll find a lucky girl tonight I just know it.” Gets a notification from Jennie. 

Tae smiles from Jennie’s Text.

Me and all of the girls are going to the party tonight! Including Lizzie!

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[memphisfaith]

Chapter 10: Pied Piper

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fantasy Au

Warnings: Racial slurs, discrimination, torcher, death, murder, mentions of enslavement, kidnapping, mentions of suicide, attempted suicide.

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: There have always been tales of creatures in the world, all described in different ways. Some labeled as ruthless, others heroic, or even powerful. The world is filled with magic of all types and monsters of every kind. But there are whispers of family so great they could rival the heavens if tempted. A Legacy grown from love, heartache, and magic.

Through the coming months as the children grew, The Warlock Namjoon visited often. Jungkook and Jimin grew to mumble small words, Jungkook’s first word had been during one of Namjoon’s visits. The wolf child had babbled the word ‘joo’ when trying to refer to Namjoon as he walked away to fetch the child his food. When Jimin said his first word it had been a full word, when the small abstract family took time to play in the garden. The Witch had left him alone far too long for his liking despite just handing him off to Taehyung to care for Jungkook when he squealed ‘mama’. The Witch had nearly dropped Jungkook upon hearing the word.

The two boys eventually grew to crawl, then walk...or run in Jungkook’s case. The child started running before walking only stopping when he hit something or when the nearest person scoops him up before that could happen. Jimin had thankfully learned a bit slower, The Witch and her familiar took the time to teach him by holding him up and placing his little feet on theirs. Hoseok had found it amusing to waltz around the room with the small child on his feet, something Jimin had seemed to enjoy as well since his giggles and squeals could be heard all through the house.

As their mental development grew so did their physical features. Jungkook’s brown hair grew darker and he grew a tad bigger in size than Jimin. Jimin’s hair grew out and became fluffy as his small wings only grew a bit bigger, still not ready to grow to maturity. However both children still had their cute puffy cheeks, a feature The Witch hoped they would keep forever. Namjoon wished the same as well, after all he was far too amused with himself when he squished their cheeks together.

Namjoon often visited The Witch and her children, but sometimes The Witch took the children to him. On those occasions Namjoon and The Witch will take the two children to the small beach near the edge of his home and watch the children play in the wet sand. One time in particular when neither were paying too close attention Jungkook had managed to pick up a small crab and was seconds away from putting the creature into his mouth. If it had not been for Taehyung surely Jungkook would have succeeded and ended up with a snipped tongue. Needless to say, Namjoon had been quite unnerved by the possibility that one of his favorite little sea creatures might have become a small snack for the child.

By the time the two boys were six they grew into running around themselves as well as being able to form proper words and vague sentences. They also developed a sense of favoritism, much to The Witch’s dismay. Jungkook is far fonder of Namjoon than The Witch and far fonder of Taehyung rather than Hoseok. One of those was to be expected but the other caused a pinch of jealousy to stir in The Witch, something The Warlock noticed far too easily and took full pleasure in teasing her about it. Jimin however, grew more affections for The Witch and her familiar than The Warlock and Demon. The Witch expected such a thing when it came to Hoseok, he was after all, all too willing to prance around and dance with the child should a time present itself. Oddly enough The Witch didn’t expect the Fae child to grow fond of her, being Titania's blood and all, but a child doesn’t get to choose their kin, she had supposed as the child often clung to the end of her dresses and robes.

Namjoon’s familiar, Yoongi, is often a middle ground between the two for affections. Jungkook and Jimin being completely and utterly captivated by Yoongi Draconic form, despite Jimin’s understandable first hesitation. The Dragon spends a good equal time with both of them as he is Namjoon’s familiar and Jungkook favors Namjoon while Yoongi has certain affection for Hoseok which means he’s bound to spend time with Jimin. The Witch herself often finds herself enjoying the company of The Dragon as well, for he is older than she originally thought and possesses knowledge she enjoys indulging in. Taehyung finds a certain homeyness in The Dragon with his dark form, something Taehyung would rather not admit.

The Witch is thankful that nothing has threatened her children’s safety since Titana’s attempt to quril. That was until a rather unwelcomed character decided to visit the newly rebuilt town near her home. The town that Yoongi had burned down was rebuilt a year and half after its previous burning, this time the villagers didn’t mind magical beings coming in or out or even staying if they didn’t cause problems. There had been times that the new village chief called upon The Witch to remove a problematic being, at the price that she nor her family are to be executed. A price the chief was more than willing to pay. However the chief didn’t have to call upon her as this ‘problematic being’ came to town. 

It had only been a simple summer night when it all started, the children sound asleep in their beds tired from the trip home from Namjoon’s. The Witch herself had been tired and retired to her bed as well, later that night she broke from her sleep being awakened by the soft eerie music of a pan flute. A sound she knew all too well, The Witch flew from her bed and wrapped herself in her robe. She checked the children’s beds only to find them missing, panic sunk in as she knew he must have already had them in his clutches.

She then hurried to wake the sleeping demon and familiar, hastily telling them to summon Namjoon before she ran out her front door and into the dark swamp following the sound of the eerie pan flute. She heard them before she saw them, the sound of children giggling and singing lyricless songs. Only when she met a clearing did she see a fire with twenty or so children dancing around the pit of flames, oddly enough Jimin being the most graceful despite his age and Jungkook being the loudest to sing yet so small compared to the slightly older children.

The Witch tore her gaze from her sons to a boy, no more than sixteen but no less than thirteen, sitting on a stump blowing into a pan flute. The Witch glares at the deceiving looking boy, knowing he is much-much older than his looks. The Witch stood tall and she walked her way over to him, only when she’s right over him does the boy look at her. 

“Pan,” She greets coldly, the devilish boy grins at her. “Witch of The East,” He greets back only his tone much more playful. Pan The Pied Piper, the ancient boy who lures children from their beds at night. He picks certain children, boys specifically, to take back with him to his realm and takes the souls of the rest to feed his almost never dying realm. The Witch only knows this because it was her mentor that made him his very flute.  

“Why is it that you’ve come from your dwelling little witch?” He laughs as he stands from his seat, the boy standing just at The Witch's shoulders. His forest green eyes bore into The Witch, “Could it be…” He mumbles thoughtfully, “That I have lured your child perhaps?” He grins in an evil fashion. Yet The Witch remained stoic only glaring down at The Demon before her, “Oh No…” He chuckles upon realizing what he has truly done. “It seems I have in fact lured your CHILDREN here haven’t I?” He questions with a giggle, yet already knowing the answer. “My,” He sighs blissfully, “I didn’t know you mothered children, what a prize they will be among my lost boys.” Pan smirks. The Witch bit back from snapping at him, afraid she will only confirm that he has indeed lured her children in his trap.

“Who could they be? Hmm?” He questions gazing over his flock of children, and Witch couldn’t help but flick her eyes over to her sons, weary of their safety. Unbeknownst to her Pan had caught her glance and smirked. “Ohh…” He chuckles, “Those two right there, the Fae boy and the half breed.” he points out with an all too gleeful giggle. “Do not call him a half breed!” The Witch snapped hotly, only to rear back in panic upon realizing her mistake. She played right into his hand and he knew it too as The Demonish boy grinned widely. 

“My, My! The Witch of the East had mothered a wolf and Fae child. You sure have been busy since I last saw you!” He laughs, but his look darkens as he quirks his eyebrow and licks his lips. “Although I must say, you have grown into quite the woman since you were a child. That mentor of yours only allowed me a peak as he was offly protective of you.” He mumbles, “I can’t say I blame him, you are indeed something...magnificent.” He continues as his rake over The Witch ever so slowly. 

“Keep your eyes with mine Pan or I shall carve them out.” The Witch sneers to him only to cause the boy to laugh. The Witch watches as The Boy slowly begins to circle her, clearly unafraid of her threat. “Come now Love, you really expect me to behave?” He laughs coming to a stop in front of her. “After all, what's a little fun going to harm?” He shrugs as he reaches to touch her.

“I believe the lady said be respectful, but then again how could a child understand something so mature?” A voice cut in, Both Pan’s and The Witch’s head snap in its direction. Relief floods The Witch as Namjoon stepped out from the darkness of the swamp. “Who are you calling a child, Boy?” Pan sneers, turning his body to face Namjoon. “I have lived more than three times your lifetime. If anyone here is a child, other than the obvious children, it is you.” Pan sneered with a hit of sarcasm. “Say what you like, but in my eyes you're just an eager restless boy who has yet to have himself his first woman.” Namjoon chuckles mockingly.

Pan flares at Namjoon’s insult, The Witch takes Pan’s moment distraction to snatch his pan flute from his hand. Pan’s eyes widen as he whips his body to face her, “You are to leave these children alone Pan. Or by the stars I will burn this flute in front of your very eyes.” The Witch sneers. “You wouldn’t dare…” Pan murmurs darkly, “Oh?” The Witch questions, lifting her eyebrow and holding the flute in front of the open flame that rests in the pit. Pan viably flinches and growls threateningly. “Very well!..Very well.” He panics before his voice fades into mutter as The Witch dangles the flute deeper into the flame. 

The Witch then holds the flute out to him and just as Pan’s hand grazes it she pulls back. “If either of us finds you in our part of the world we won’t hesitate to end this far overdue lifetime of yours Pan.” The Witch whispers lowly before finally handing it over to him. Pan simply glares as he takes back his flute, with a wave of his hand the children are broken from their hazes. Pan shot The Witch and Warlock one last glare before he disappeared with a snap of his fingers.

The Witch relaxes before rushing over to scoop her children into her arms. Namjoon hot on her heels, The Witch reaches Jungkook first and scoops the boy into her arms as Namjoon takes Jimin into his. The Witch takes a moment to hold the child in her arms tightly before the cries of the other children around her pulls her away. 

The Witch looks over at Namjoon before handing Jungkook over to him, once Jungkook is safely in his arms The Witch holds her arms out spanning over the group of children. Soft chats fell from her mouth as a purple smoke rolled out from the swamp and swept over the clearing. The children around them yawned before they were consumed in the purple smoke and as the smoke cleared the children were nowhere to be found.

“They should be safely back in their beds now, I’m sure they’ll think this whole occurrence may have been a dream, so we needn’t worry about any kind of Trauma.” The Witch whispers as she holds her arms out to take one of her children. Namjoon hands her Jimin and The Witch gladly takes the Fae child. Jimin curls himself deeper into his mother’s body, holding on tightly. 

A soft smile graces The Witch’s lips, “It's alright my little Fae, I have you now.” The Witch coos. A whine pulls The Witch’s attention from the Fae to the wolf child as he pouts in her direction holding his hands out clenching them begging to be held. The Witch smiles as she shifts the Fae child in her arms to make room for the other, once there's room Namjoon carefully hands the child over. “You needn’t worry my littlest wolf I have you as well.” The Witch giggles, With the two children in her arms the four of them made their way back to her home hidden in the swamp. 

By the time they arrived at the gardens the sun peaks dawn, as they enter the garden the four beings are rushed by two familiars and one demon. All concerned for the safety of the children, the two children sleeping soundly in their mother’s arms. “Take them to bed, would you, Taehyung? Hoseok?” The Witch requests, the two addressed men nod and quickly take a child from her. Taehyung taking Jungkook and Hoseok taking Jimin, as the two left with the sleeping children Yoongi followed after the flaming bird giving the two magic casting beings their privacy. 

“I thank you Namjoon, for coming despite the late hour.” The Witch smiles, “Not to worry, I wouldn’t be a proper figure in their lives if I didn’t, would I?” Namjoon replied with a bashful smile. “Well…” Namjoon sighs after moments of almost uncomfortable silence “Yoongi and I must be going, I have work to do before I relieve myself any more time to relax. It was a pleasure seeing the boys so soon despite the circumstance,” Namjoon smiles, kindly excusing himself for his departure. The Witch nods her head as The Warlock snaps his fingers for Yoongi to appear at his side, “Oh! And it’s been a pleasure to see you too, Eastern Witch.” The Warlock giggles before clapping his hands together and disappearing back to where he came from. Only to leave The Witch with a heated face and a small shy smile.

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[cyvmints]

𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗

: ̗̀➛ 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

Hello. This is BIGHIT MUSIC. We are proud to announce that after long consideration and thought, the BTS members have decided to open up about their romantic relations. All seven members of the group are currently in a positive relationship with each other, carrying only good emotions among themselves. They have been together since early 2016 and are happy to tell ARMY that they have been in love with each other since then. or A series of drabbles showing how the members of BTS navigate their way through a newly-revealed relationship and it's numerous effects.

: ̗̀➛ 𝙰𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

The first time Jeon Jeongguk knocked on Namjoon’s door, the warlock took one look at his hopeful eyes, muttered a ”No solicitations,” and slammed the door shut. It was silly of Namjoon to think that that would be the last he’d see of the young man. Absolutely silly. or New Seoul's most powerful warlock, Kim Namjoon, wishes to stay hidden in his house on the mountain making potions and casting spells for some of his customers. He's living his ideal life, until a knock comes at the door in the form of Jeon Jeongguk who wishes to become his apprentice.

: ̗̀➛ 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎

If Jimin were to put a name to it, the word “fate” comes to mind. He stops in front of the neon-lighted place, iced coffee in hand forgotten. He throws the nearly-finished drink into the trash can near him. “Tout à Toi” the neon sign read. “Tout... à Toi,” Jimin mutters. A few seconds later finds Jimin directly in front of the club, and the violet light of the sign casts a shadow onto his figure. He makes his way inside and stops by the entrance where a man stood dressed in a suit and a top hat, dark lipstick prominent on his pale face. “We may not have any windows, but we’ve got the best view in Itaewon.” or Small town boy Jimin has big dreams and he will stop at nothing to achieve them-a.k.a. the Burlesque AU no one asked for.

: ̗̀➛ 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 (𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝)

His older brother’s scowl immediately disappeared and was replaced with an apologetic expression. He shuffled nearer to Jeongguk and his computer. The elder was about to speak out but suddenly stopped, his mouth still open. “I-your-“ Jeongguk tilted his head in confusion. On the screen, his professor smiled pleasantly at his brother. “Hello, sir. I’m Kim Namjoon, Jeogguk’s sociology professor.” “Kitty!” Namjoon chuckled. Jeongguk’s eyes widened when he saw his brother’s ears reddening. He turned to check on his other hyungs and saw them smiling widely. Looks like they’ve seen just how red his hyung’s ears were. Oh boy. “H-hi-“ “Hi, Mr. Kitty!” “Haewonie, we’ve talked about this before. You can’t just call people animals, yeah?” or Namjoon's kid takes a fondness for Yoongi and, maybe, even Namjoon himself does too.

: ̗̀➛ 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞

Before heading over, Namjoon had thought of stopping by a mall to buy a small gift for his client and his child—a thank you of some sort for choosing his firm to help them. He had decided against it though since he was running late. But now, as the little one’s face slowly drops and his eyes become glassy, Namjoon regrets not stopping by. “Make appa cry?” Jungkook’s voice trembles, his pronunciation still needing work with his r’s still being pronounced as w’s. Namjoon’s eyes widen—just as wide as the kid’s doe eyes before him. Jin amusingly watches the two who appear to have been caught in a standstill, one nervous and the other about ready to burst into tears. or The one where Namjoon is a lawyer helping Jin get full custody if his child and ends up falling for the family in the process.

: ̗̀➛ 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌

Taehyung's had a long day and all he needs is cuddles from his bunny boyfriend.

#cyvmints

[painting-wings]

Fight or Flight (Demon AU)

Description ~ Demon slayer Yoongi has a bone to pick with satan himself, he will defeat him even if it kills him. But will it be fight or flight? | Mature story | work in progress 

Pairing(s): Yoongi x Hoseok, Jimin x Taehyung 

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Chapter(s) : One | Two 

ONE 

A/n: Here is another story, not sure when I will update next....but please give me feedback on how I can improve the stories 🥺

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A trickle of blood dripped down Yoongi’s cheek. He’d regret the day he made Yoongi bleed, ashes fell from the sky like snow, standing there shaking with a blade in his right hand, knuckles white as his jaw hurt from clenching his teeth together. 

All he saw was red. 

His smug face is what pissed Yoongi off even more, it was his wrong doing, he hurt Yoongi and everyone he cared about and it was going to end today.

 His eyes rose to meet Yoongi’s, he was the only one left. Their dark clothing now stood out against the white ashes, the fire now slowly burning, the smoke was pungent under Yoongi’s  nose. But that is the least of his worries right now, he stood proud as he waited for Yoongi  to make the first move.

“Coward” Yoongi whispered under his breath as he took off running in the direction of the man, blade was steady in his hand as Yoongi  lunged towards him, his sharp eyes focused on him, one swift swing of the blade as it made contact with his body, slicing through, blood splattered across Yoongi’s face, the body was still poised as if nothing had happened. 

“I will never belong to you” Yoongi said through gritted teeth, he smirked as blood slowly spilled from his mouth, 

“Don’t kid yourself, you always have” he coughed as his body fell to the ground. Still holding on to the blade Yoongi slid down with it still in his grasp. Tears filled his eyes. He thought this was over but it was only the beginning. 

Yoongi withdrew his sword from the now lifeless body, wiping the blood from his cheek, looking at the now burning down Church, a place with so much beauty now gone, dusting the ashes off of his clothes he knew that this war was not over and he had to find the rest of them. 

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Slamming down the book, Yoongi yawned another boring history lesson about the Great War and not the Great War most people think of, Yoongi stays at an institute for the gifted, gifted in slaying demons and any other unholy beings to walk this earth. 

They want to protect the ordinary people of this earth while the fighters are called children of the vale, most are born into it, others are like the chosen ones, Yoongi was one of the chosen a mistake that happened when he was only fifthteen walking down a dark alley and he accidentally came across a demon feeding on a helpless human, most mundanes can’t see demons or unholy beings, but Yoongi can. 

He can’t remember much of what happened that night, all he knew was he went to a boarding school where he learned about demonology and how to fight, combat and with weapons. Now he lives in an institute in Seoul with others like him but he still has to attend lessons and training as the demon world is always expanding, changing. 

Yoongi sat in the bleak room as the teacher waffled on about the demons that were in the war, he wasn’t paying attention more thinking about the possible demon scum that was in the streets, how it made his skin crawl, giving a sigh and running his hand through his white hair, pushing it back to reveal is forehead and elegantly falling back down into his face, he more looked like a angel rather than a demon killer. 

 Looking over to his friend Namjoon who has his nose deep in a book of greek gods and mythology, Namjoon was a great fighter when he focused, most of the time he was tripping over his own feet or dropping weapons, Yoongi was praying for this class to be over, like his prayers answered they was free to go, leaning over to tap Namjoon on his shoulder.

“Hey did you wanna go out on patrol?” Yoongi asked as Namjoon closed the book he was reading, 

“We patrolled this morning, it’s not our time until tomorrow, give some of the newbies a chance” he smirked as Yoongi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Namjoon turned his head to look at Yoongi again tilting it to one side.

 “If you really wanna see something entertaining let's watch the newbies try and fight” Namjoon offered as Yoongi clicked his tongue. 

“Like your any better?” Yoongi came back as Namjoon playfully hit his chest. Both boys laughed as they walked out of the classroom, the institute was surprisingly quiet despite having only a handful of residents living there, as the years went on less people have been coming to them or even born into the children of the vale. 

Walking down to one of the training rooms, Namjoon could hear his name being called, turning around there was someone younger than both Yoongi and Namjoon running towards them, Yoongi instinctively stepped in front of Namjoon, ready to throw a punch to this mad kid. The guy stopped just in time seeing that Yoongi was ready to strike.

“Woah! I don’t mean harm..Hi I’m Jungkook I just started-” Yoongi quickly interjected 

“Born or chosen?” squinting his eyes as he was trying to susout Jungkook. 

“Chosen, I saw a Demon a month ago, it” Jungkook paused, he swallowed before continuing “it killed my family, they couldn't see it but I could, I tried to warn them but...yea” 

Yoongi hummed in agreement. 

“Are you going to training?” Jungkook asked as Namjoon nodded,

“Yea we are headdin-” 

“Can I watch you?” Jungkook excitedly said seeing his eyes light up with a bunny smile, Yoongi sighed as he turned around to keep walking.

“Sure kook come and watch us” Namjoon politely said as they followed Yoongi to the training room. Jungkook won’t admit it but he was giddy when Namjoon called him by his nickname, overall he was thrilled to be with the guy he looked up to in the institute.

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The training room was quiet with weapons on the walls and mats lining the floor, Yoongi decided to do some stretching while Namjoon did the same and Jungkook watched eagerly from the sidelines. “Wanna start easy?” Namjoon spoked as rolled his neck, loosening up the muscles, Yoongi let out a breathy laugh. 

“Don’t go too easy, let’s give newbie a good show” 

The boys took stance feet hip length a part, fists up blocking their faces, Yoongi started to circle around Namjoon while Namjoon took the first strike, Yoongi ducked as he punched Namjoon in the ribs, Joon groaned as he fell to one side, Yoongi grabbed Joon’s right arm, twisting it behind his back and kicking him behind the knee making him kneel, Yoongi pulled the small dagger from his ankle, holding it up to Joon’s throat. 

“Hey where did you get the dagger from?” Namjoon asked breathlessly

“You know I always keep one on me for emergencies” Yoongi replied, 

“This is hardly an emergency Yoongi...stop showing off” Namjoon struggled. Yoongi released Namjoon looking over to Jungkook his eyes wide like saucers as he slowly stood up giving a slow clap, “That was so cool!” Jungkook squealed, quickly running up to Yoongi “you have to teach me, how...how can you be that quick-man demons don’t stand a chance” Junkook was beaming as Yoongi gave a brief smile. 

“Determination kid” Yoongi mumbled as he brushed past Jungkook, helping Namjoon back up onto his feet, “weapons this time?” Yoongi asked. 

“Sure let’s practice with the bo staff” Namjoon replied as he gestured over to Jungkook, who got two long wooden poles out of the large pot by the wall. 

Stance at the ready Yoongi on the right and Namjoon on the left, as Joon went to move Yoongi kicked up the staff as he swung it above his head as Joon struck the horizontal staff making a thunderous clap, one swift motion the bottom of Joons staff flicked up as Yoongi lowered to block the blow, Jumping backwards both swung again crashing down pushing against one another, Joon moved back using the top of the staff to thrust  forward, Yoongi narrowly stepped back swinging his staff to block Joon again. All Jungkook could see was a whirl of movements and the crashing of staffs; it was like a visual of thunder and lighting. 

Yoongi twirled the staff as he moved backwards, Namjoon twirling his too moving forward,creating a whoop noise, Yoongi backed into the wall as they both swung again crashing against one another making an X, with the strength Namjoon pushed Yoongi’s staff down to the floor trapping him. 

Namjoon releases spinning around to hit Yoongi in the head, Yoongi ducks as Joon tries to come for his ankles, again Yoongi too quick as he jumps and misses Joon’s blow. 

Joon goes for a quick blow to the face as Yoongi blocks him, both of them release and relax going in for a bro hug. 

“That was good man” Namjoon compliments as Yoongi scratched the back of his head,

“Thanks, you've been practicing too?” Namjoon smiled as he tidied away weapons they used, “yea but I still don’t feel comfortable with close contact fighting” Yoongi hummed in agreement he knew Namjoon was a good fighter but he has a good heart and would rather talk out the situation than fight. They excited the training room ready to go back to their rooms for the night.

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Yoongi closed the door to his single room, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it up when he turned around he was pushed back into the door by a dark figure, the hair on Yoongi’s arms raised as it felt this presence, a slutry whisper was spoken into his ear, “Yoongi, it’s been a while” the figure pulled back, revealed a man taller than Yoongi with skin as white as his but the figure had fiery red hair and ruby eyes to match. 

“Hoseok” Yoongi breathed, staring into his eyes getting lost in the charm, he quickly diverted his eyes.

“Yoongi my sweet suga have you missed me?” Hoseok was in a teasing mood, Yoongi pulled out of Hoseok’s grip.

“You shouldn’t be here...if they know you're here they will kill you. Instantly.” 

“Hmm Yoongi you could’ve killed me all them years ago but you didn’t” Hoseok smirked as Yoongi tried to hide the blush forming on his cheeks, it annoyed Yoongi at how easily Hoseok got to him emotionally and psychically. 

“Why are you here?” Yoongi questioned as Hoseok came close to him again, caressing his cheek, Hoseok’s touch felt like electricity to Yoongi as he didn’t want to look at him. 

“I was lonely and it’s been a while” Hoseok fell flush against Yoongi, Yoongi’s breath hitched as Hoseok's hands felt over his body, “my little demon hunter, I have been watching you and you amaze me everyday” Hoseok’s eyes sparkled as he spoke to Yoongi, however Yoongi did not want to give into the demons temptations, he secretly prayed that someone would knock on his door. 

“Hobi you can’t..they will know” Yoongi gasped as Hoseok trailed kisses down his neck, his hands trailing up Yoongi’s shirt, Hoseok leaned in to give a kiss on the lips, Yoongi felt his will go as gave into the poisonous temptation that was Hoseok’s lips. Giving light moan into the kiss that fueled the fire in his belly as Yoongi’s body acted on it’s own, his hands raked through Hoseok’s dark hair as he pushed his mouth closer to him, practically jumping into his arms.

Hoseok gripped Yoongi’s ass, turning around to throw him on to the bed, caging Yoongi in his arms, with the lust growing Hoseok’s fangs protruding from the top of his mouth, gently piercing his bottom lip. Before Hoseok could get Yoongi’s pants off, he left a sharp hand wrap around his throat, giving a small chuckle he looked up into Yoongi’s eyes, they were sharp and cat-like. 

“Yoongi” Hoseok sighed,

“Whatever Incubus bullshit you’re trying to pull stop it now” 

“You’re never fun and it won’t hurt..” Hoseok pouted as Yoongi jumped off the bed trying to find a shirt to cover himself. 

“Hoseok...please not right now” Yoongi pulled a loose top over him, while Hoseok sat on the bed still with a pout. 

“No I understand” 

“Do you?” 

“You have been seeing that Warlock haven't you? The one from Busan” Hoseok accused Yoongi. Yoongi scoffed, “you mean Jimin?” 

“So you have! Yoongi I expected you to have better taste” 

“I haven’t done anything with Jimin, he’s got Taehyung,” Yoongi said in defense as Hoseok waved his hand in a dismissive manner.

“Warlocks are sneaky and a little promiscuous I thought you'd known that slayer”

“Whatever demon, now leave before I really do kill you” Yoongi playfully said pushing Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok stood up grabbing some of his clothes that were discarded on the bed, Yoongi watched Hoseok get dressed, before he left Hoseok gave Yoongi a kiss on the cheek, as he then opened a portal to the demon world.

Yoongi sat there on his bed in silence as he stared at the space where Hoseok disappeared. 

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Hell isn’t what people think it is.

 It's not fire burning everywhere, people screaming it’s more like the same city just a dark side, Hoseok came through the portal back into hell. Taking one deep breath walking towards one of the bigger buildings in the city, reaching the glass doors as he nodded his head to one of the other demons. 

There were different types of demons, the ones who took human form like Hoseok and others who couldn’t and resulted in the stereotypical horned creatures with dark skin that looked like stone or bark. 

The ones who could turn into humans are known as the changers as they are the higher ups in hell, Hoseok walked out of the elevator walking down to meet someone, the dark walls contrasted with the white marble floor. Stopping at a large door, Hoseok sighed before knocking and walking into the spacious office area with large windows, a glass desk sat in the middle of the room and a large chair with it’s back to Hoseok. 

“How is he?” the voice behind the chair questioned as Hoseok tucked his hands inside his pockets. 

“He’s fine, still wants to know where you're located and kill you,” Hoseok answered, as the person in the chair slowly turned around to face him. Curiously he leaned forward “Hoseok, he will never kill me not until he will surrender” 

Hoseok swallowed, “Jin you're not making this easy for him are you?” 

Jin smirked “nope, does your precious little slayer know how close he really is to me?” he questioned as Hoseok rubbed the back of his neck. 

“No… and I placed the tracker in him so you can monitor his move” Hoseok admitted not wanting to make eye contact with Jin’s golden eyes. 

“Good, I want you to watch him for the next few weeks undetected, watch how he fights and report back, I’m not having that little shit-” Jin harshly spat has he clenched his fists, black veins appeared on his snowy skin, shooting up his arms like vines as his eyes covered in darkness. Taking a deep breath the veins and his eyes turned back to normal, “just watch him” Jin harshly said breathing through his nose.

Hoseok nodded in agreement, even though he had a soft spot for Yoongi he would never admit it to Jin, it was a sign of weakness and when you show weakness you become one of the fallen just like Taehyung, he was one of Jin’s right hand men but he grew soft for a mystic, before he could explain Jin had him exiled. “Is that all Jin?” Hoseok asked as Jin swiveled back in his chair looking out to the city. Hoseok took that as a yes as he turned towards the door, before he left Jin spoke, 

“Don’t become one of the fallen Hoseok, remember who you really are.” 

#bts fanfic #btsfanfic #bts au fanfic #bts demon au #bts yoongi #min yoogi #BTS au #demon taehyung #warlock jimin #demon hoseok

[vggukcherie]

three chapters uploaded so far!

enjoy reading ❀ ❁ ❀

#taekook #taekookau #taekook au #shadowhunters #shadowhunter jungkook #warlock taehyung #shadowhunters chronicles #fantasy

[borathae]

“You and your lovers visit The Plains, a magical realm created for the souls of witches and warlocks and home of your dear grandmother. She welcomes you with raspberry pie and tea. You come with many stories to tell and eager hands to help on her cottage. Golden sunlight, blue moonshine and green forests await you alongside early morning snuggles and late night kisses with your lovers.”

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Jungkook x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook, Taehyung x Jungkook, platonic Yoongi x Taehyung

Genre: Magic!AU, Vampire!AU, Polyamory!AU, Slice of Life, Fluff, Romance, Smut

Warnings: This is meant to be read after the official Duology and is to be seen as a comforting spin-off. This is a very feel good story meant to comfort the soul, however it includes non-sexual nudity, swearing, mild depictions of PTSD, as well as mentions of minor injuries and sexually explicit scenes. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care.

Wordcount: in progress

《 To the Duology 》

#01 - Besuch

#02 - Chapter 02

#03 - Chapter 03

#04 - Chapter 04

#05 - Chapter 05

#06 - Chapter 06

#07 - Chapter 07

#08 - Chapter 08

#bts romance #bts fluff #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts x you #bangtan romance #bangtan fluff #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #yoongi romance #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #taehyung romance #taehyung fluff #taehyung fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #jungkook fluff #jungkook romance #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #fanfic: caerula luna

[ripspaghet]

-OAK SERIES MASTERLIST

🔮 pairing: fae!jungkook x witch!reader

🔮 genre: fantasy, major character death, kinda a series of short stories, love triangle, angst, eventual smut

01. 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖘 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: fluff, angst, gore, violence, smut, character death, vampire!yoongi

02. 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖙𝖟 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: angst, gore, mentions of murder, character death, vampire!yoongi, bloodplay, one sided love, vampire!jimin, slight love triangle

03. 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖌𝖊 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: angst, vampire!yoongi one sided love, warlock!namjoon

04. 𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖞 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: gore, horror, betrayal, angst, jealousy, vampire!jimin, fae!jungkook

05. 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: gore, horror, angst, vampire!jimin, fae!jungkook, wereworlf!seokjin

06. 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: gore, horror, angst, fluff, fae!jungkook, vampire!jimin, smut

07. 𝖉𝖊𝖊𝖕 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: gore, horror, warlock!namjoon, incubus!taehyung

08. 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖜𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 — release date: ?/?/?

🔮 warnings: gore, horror, incubus!taehyung, ghosts of the past, angst, fluff

#oak m.list #hoseok au #hoseok x reader #jungkook au #jungkook x reader #fae!jungkook #vampire!yoongi #vampire!jimin #warlock!namjoon #incubus!taehyung

[sereisstuff]

Lupercalia

(by the way this was inspired from the chilling adventures of Sabrina) 

Warlock!Kim Taehyung x chubby reader

summary-this was your very first Lupercalia tradition as a witch being nervous and not wanting to do it a certain warlock helps you get through it.

Warnings-none

Lupercalia meaning-  an ancient Roman festival of purification and fertility, held annually on 15 February. in the story and TV series the female witch chases her chosen partner through the woods where if she catches him they complete the ritual with having lust filled interactions with.

(A/N) to the requester who requested i do a story based on a wizard i changed it up and did a warlock hopefully that’s all right, ill complete the other two tomorrow with the werewolf one and mafia thank you so much

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“Lupercalia it's a tradition amongst us witches to desire and feast upon another under the beam of our moon to release courses of Ecstasy and lust, it sounds rather dreamy don’t you think” a friend of yours said rather excitedly she was more than happy to participate in this so called festival being able to release all her desires on a particular warlock she’s set on pursuing this year.

“ah yeah-” you coughed to mask your hesitance to answer said question “it sounds cool” your friend bobbed her head to the side her pure black hair shifting with a bounce while she gazes into your eyes with a narrowed look “you don’t seem so sure y/n, what's wrong?”

you shrugged unsure of what was holding you back “I'm just a bit unsure, actually i’m probably not going to participate this year” she shook her head gasping at your allegations “you know the rules y/n every man and woman who attend the academy must participate in its festivals and traditions”

you sighed leaning your head down in sorrow, what would you do having to participate in this whole sex act in front of the moon sounded beastly would you dare say that to a witch or warlock of higher ranking, no. but those were your true thoughts.

“babe if i could help i would do it so fast your worries will leave that beautiful mind of yours” she gently grabbed your chin gifting you with a bright supportive smile “I just don’t want to do it so fast you know, it's only my first year i’m still not that flamboyant woman everyone wants me to be, i still have certain areas iv’e rarely accepted.”

soo yun nodded her head in a very accepting manner “babes i understand maybe this year Satan will bless you with a more accepting partner” she gripped your hands tightly gesturing for you to both leave the mortal cafe “we my dear need to head back to the academy, don’t want to be smelling like rotten pigs as we meet our desired partners” she ruffled your hair, as you both ascended back to the academy.

you both walked arm and arm through the red halls passing many excited witches who were secretly planning to glamour themselves as other women in hopes of getting their desired partner which you thought was smart yet a rather dick-ish thing to do, but over all no one knew who was truly going to be theirs for the night.

“ladies” you rolled your eyes at the sound of his voice, how seductive and deep it was being able to receive anything he wants just because his father is high priest “Taehyung, how may we help you?” soo yun said with a smug look eyeing the fine looking man she too in the man's appearance drinking it down like fine wine he is who she wanted to encounter this year, hoping to get a taste of his so called ‘treasures’.

“well it is the choosing ceremony soon, are you not excited” Taehyung couldn’t keep his eyes off of you frowning upon your distressed look, glancing back at soo yun who once again stole his attention.”I'm thrilled for the evening. iv’e been anticipating it for quite a while” she spoke seductively barely touching his clothed chest.

“as do i” Taehyung gently caressed her hand pulling it from his to place a gentle kiss upon her soft glowing skin, in your mind you could just think of multiple things she would be saying in the filthy mind of hers and you’d prefer not to say them.

“what about you?” the young warlock let go of her hand as he inched closer to you, the question took you by surprise there was nothing to say about this rather stupid tradition after all he was the son of the church of nights priest you couldn't possibly share your words with him.

“absolutely liberated” you lift your head announcing the words with sarcasm you just couldn’t wait for it to be over was all.

“I see well i hope to see you both tonight, soo yun”he glanced at her before smirking at you “y/n” the he left your sight leaving nothing but a deepening blush on your cheeks “i see the wolf wants you instead,” she said with a charming smile nudging you suggestively.

“Oh please, I wouldn't dare to anyways i would very much prefer to stay home with my familiar” she scoffed slapping the back of your head “stop complaining i would love to spend a night with you but its tradition, I really wish I could help” you nudged her back playfully “forget it let’s go get ready”

she slapped the back of your ass “that’s the spirit you satanic beauty” your back arched and you furrowed your brows looking at her with a defeated look “too much” she said and you burst out in fits of laughter “come on let's go”.

upon entering the room high priest demanded all be prepared under the dim of lights feeling as if it begins the ritual to fill the lust residing in you, once again stupid the lights did nothing but make you feel like your in a scene were a woman is going to come up and have sex with you.

oh wait.

maybe it wasn’t a bad idea it also helped give you a bit of coverage in a room full of girls changing into their black lingerie and red hoods, you clenched your fist taking in deep breaths come on you can do this you encouraged yourself slipping the lacy fabric on the under wear covered up to your belly button having clips beneath the edges were you clipped on a pair of long stockings and a black fabric bra that seemed similar to a sports bra yet all black and a lot more sexier.

placing a thin long dress on for the ceremony the girls chatters soon began to disperse from the room as they all left one by one to surround the main room “you done” soo yun asked, grabbing your hand as she dismissed your pleads and complaints so you guys could join the others.

she stopped right next to the young warlock who stood closely next to you leaning into your ear”you seem skittish” he whispered leaning back to watch contort into some emotion he couldn’t decipher but found it amusing.

.”i’m just gonna be honest i don’t e-” your words were cut short upon the loud booming voice of top girl “Welcome witches and warlocks in front of you are seats which yo warlocks will be sitting on as for my fellow witches i would like for you all to grab a piece of fabric standing closest to a warlock” before you could leave Taehyung grabbed your wrist placing you in front of him giving you a piece of red fabric dangling from the pole.

“just go with it” he whispered with a smile feeling as if he was trying to re assure you, you still stood tense searching for soo yun’s eyes in hopes of gaining some sort of comfort she stood on the opposite side of the room giving you a thumbs up for encouragement.

you foot tapped anxiously against the hard wood floor waiting for the sound of music to enter your ears, you didn’t want to do this but for the sake of the academy you will “may Satan choose your partners tonight children, bless it be” and then the song came on, slow and sensual enough to make your heart race everyone meaning the witches began to move circling around the warlocks while elegantly gliding through each other in symphony.

this was similar to a game of duck duck goose as per say the mortal people play in early child hood, but to us this game helps you choose a partner to increase fertility and lust within each other.

once the music stops the warlock seated in front of you will go through the acts with you.

you bit your tongue nervously still moving with your eyes closed, oh Satan.

it went on for what felt like hours eyes grazed over the former figures of your peers, men conjuring the lust with in as the music deepened exciting everyone in the room whom began to be captivated with dirty gazes.

then the music stopped, a deep breath filled your lungs with the intention of calming down from you high rise of anxiety.

the person grabbed your waist as you have to do encircling your body with his long arms “you can open your eyes now” you knew that voice you could decipher it anywhere as much as you hate to admit his voice was extremely attractive but had a soft undertone “Taehyung” you whispered slightly unsure of what you were seeing.

“that would be my name, yes”he chuckled making you scoff.

“hope your all fruitful with your picking, now please ladies and gentlemen we shall meet in the forest after traditional attire is worn” the top girl yelled through the halls as everyone began to leave. Every one but you and Taehyung he stared into your eyes”you can let go now”you muttered not once tearing away your gaze, up close the beauty he held just proved the main reason why he has the title of warlock whore.

“what if i don’t want to”he whispered weakly, your breath was ragged when you took his hands off”i-ill meet you in the forest, good bye”your words were all jumbled causing you to run off in embarrassment

“fuck” you screamed as you entered the room of witches, soo yun squealed running your way knocking you over in a hug causing you too fall flat against your bed “you got Taehyung”she repeated making some girls who wished to have him this year groan in annoyance.

“soo, get off of me” she did so clipping her deep red cloak up from the top “how are you feeling?” she asked placing a hand on your shoulder, to be honest you didn’t feel all that bad something about Taehyung reassured your being he just had this soft vibe to him that wiped away any of your worries.

“not too bad” you replied shortly removing the veil covering your body to let the cloak relish your body tossing your hair messily having to be in the woods with in five minutes was a tough call you both ran to the woods hand in hand soo yun giggling loudly as that fresh moon air touched your bare skin.

your feet adjusted to the damp floors as that energy of safety erupting from the forest entered you mind

the base for the race wasn’t to far having to only reach there for it to begin, as you entered everything felt fascinating and new, you always had this obsession with the sky on the darkest nights looking at the moon as it shone brightly comforting you in this time.

the surroundings were filled with torches and multiple baskets with essentials to help you all prepare.

“are you all ready” yelled the top girl, everyone roared in victory lifting there fits in the air as you could only stare in worry “warlocks” she yelled pointing at the shirtless men who screamed in excitement “witches”she lowered her voice in a sensual way as we all copied the boys.

“well then warlocks please grab a basket and set your place to run”she yelled directing them to the baskets you noticed some essentials easily seeing the potions for fertility and sex note down that those you will not be in contact with.

“warlocks are you ready”she asked again trying to hype up their adrenaline, she began to raise her hand smirking “well praise be Satan, now go!!” she used her deep raspy throat as it filled the woods they all began to run. Taehyung glanced at you before continuing his chase.

“witches” and then you pushed your chubby legs to encounter your partner , half of you wanting to just stray from your path but you couldn’t once seeing the back of your partner who giggled as he tried to fasten his pace, Taehyung took a turn and you followed cluelessly in order for the ritual to begin you must touch a piece of his skin.

There he stood in all his glory the edges of his lips threatening to smile as he watched you huff in anger and tiredness, limping your way to touch his shoulder”while the others are acting like sex craved beast my own partner prefers to touch my shoulder politely” he placed everything down.

“cute”he adds sitting on the blanket placing the potions on the end of the basket, you hesitated to seat next to his laid figure, Taehyung noticed patting a spot next to him your hands reached for the cloak removing in to seat upon your knees “can we just get this done with”you asked not once opening your eyes fearing the worse.

Taehyung placed a soft hand on your cheek mimicking your position of seating”if you don’t want to do such acts we don’t have to” he suggesting calmly hoping you would open your eyes. Taehyung felt a sense of need to protect you from everyone as seemingly innocent and nurturing you were this festival and tradition seemed like it made you uncomfortable.

your heart raced having him sit there made you want to jump from the highest place possible but the comfort held in his words keep you from falling if he was so sincere in his words you could finally release that long held breath, relaxing your shoulders.

“really?”you stammered liking the way his palm held your cheek like that feeling the urge to lean in he hummed in reply admiring your striking looks the way the sky bounced off your skin so effortlessly but he was too caught up to notice your own admiration for him as a whole.

“we could just sit here and get to know each other under the moon light”he suggested

you nodded honouring his words “that sounds a lot better”

“you don’t seem to enjoy this festival, why’s that”he asked trying to break away the barrier of awkwardness, he noticed your suppressed look figuring it was cause of his title and father “it’s okay you can tell me my father isn’t much of a worry to me” your jaw dropped dramatically “i never noticed”you replied sarcastically

“i don’t have much interest in sexual acts right now and don’t really want it to be in the middle of the forest” you muttered he nodded agreeing “i agree with what your saying, i personally don’t like this festival with this sexy face everyone wants me which is a bit overwhelming’hearing that you laughed at his cockiness nudging his unclothed shoulder.

he peeked at his shoulder”what should we do now” Taehyung shrugged the atmosphere going quite for a while.

until a loud moan echoed the forest and a few grunts you and Taehyung looked at one another with a petrified look both screaming at the excessively loud couple “please quieten down you two” you yelled laughing with Taehyung again.

he threw his body back looking at your own “lay down with me” your head shoot down at him with a threatening look which he lifted his hands in defence”i swear i’m not gonna do anything” you decided to take a leap of faith lying down next to him a you both laid bare beneath the bright rays of the moon and the supporting stars that blanketed the sky.

“Thank you, Taehyung” you said gratefully and in all seriousness.

“no need to thank me i understand” Taehyung answered as you propped yourself on your elbow pecking his cheek. Taehyungs eyes widened with surprise as for you who laid down once again with out uttering a word letting that deep blush once again creep its way on your chubby cheeks, Taehyung lifted his hand slowly feeling his face with a smile moving slightly closer to you enjoying the view.

he moved closer to you skin to skin and barely any space for you to move enough for you both to enjoy the others warmth, he leaned his head on your shoulder sighing in content

and for the first time Taehyung swore an oath to protect and love you with every fibre of his being.

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Immortal’s Flower: Six

Warnings: Mates fighting, lil angst 

Word Count: 3.8k

Kana walked into the house, Mark catching her when she stumbled. Jinyoung called out, “Youngjae! Need you!”

The light brunette turned around, a pencil being held by his teeth as he was holding a spell book. He was in a white tee, an unbuttoned light blue shirt, jeans, and some tennis shoes. His eyes widened when he saw Kana’s state, dropping the pencil and book at the same time. “What happened?”

“We think a trail.” Mark spoke and Kana looked at him confused. She was about to ask what he meant when Youngjae grabbed her arm. “Let’s go see what the damage is.”

He led Kana to his room where he worked. Herbs lined the shelves, a bookshelf filled to the brim with spellbooks. She sat down in the chair and Youngjae mentioned for her to take off her shirt.

She took it off, the sports bra hiding some of the wound. But nothing Youngjae couldn’t handle. There were a set of three claws running up her stomach, four claws on the top of her back/shoulders, a gash on the side of her neck that connected to her collarbone. “This is how I didn’t think we would meet.”

Youngjae spoke lightly to get out of the tense atmosphere. Kana tried not to laugh, but cracked a smile anyways. That progress made Youngjae feel more comfortable. “This should sting, but it’ll help.”

He had a cloth dipped in a mixture and he ran the cloth over the cuts, making her growl at the stinging pain. Youngjae chuckled and mumbled, “Told you.”

She watched in amazement as the wounds healed up and Youngjae looked proud of himself. “Thanks.”

“It’s a pleasure. Come on. We’re all been waiting to meet you.” Kana looked at him confused and grabbed the shirt, putting it on as she followed him out of the room. The high priest walked up to her. Kana noticed the black hair with the undercut while he was in a leather jacket, gray tee, jeans, and combat boots. He introduced himself, “My name is Jaebum, the high priest of this coven.”

“Hello, I’m Kana.” Kana bowed her head, looking around the different crystals and other little nick nacks. One of the youngest walked to her, holding a hairless cat in his hands. He had blonde hair, a gray large sweater that gave him sweater paws, dark pants, and no shoes. He introduced himself, “I’m BamBam. Have you’ve meet your familiar yet Kana?”

“Familiar? What’s a familiar?”

“BamBam!” Jaebum scolded, giving the blonde a sharp look over Kana’s shoulder. BamBam’s eyes widened and turned around with mumbling, “Oopsies.”

“Of course, you’ve met Jinyoung.” Jaebum changed Kana’s attention to the black haired warlock that saved her and Johnny. “That’s Jackson.”

Jaebum introduced the blonde with an undercut. He was in a jean jacket, black tee underneath, ripped jeans and tennis shoes. Jackson waved to her with a welcoming smile. “Of course, you met Youngjae.”

Youngjae was already back to his book, reading again. At the mention of hearing his name, he looked up with waving. The youngest walked up to Kana and introduced himself before Jaebum could, excited to finally met her, “I’m Yugyeom.”

He was in a striped turtleneck, light jeans, and tennis shoes. His dark brown hair was ruffled. Kana nodded to him and Jaebum just sighed with shaking his head, then he turned to find Mark. But Mark suddenly appeared in front of Kana. “I’m Mark. But you already met me!”

Kana’s first reflex was to snarl at the jumpscare from the brunette. Mark was in a unbuttoned flannel, a white tank top underneath, light jeans, and timberlands. “Sorry about that Kana.”

“He has a knack for teleporting everywhere since he learned that stupid spell.” Jackson explained while crossing his arms. Mark laughed and said, “You’re just mad because I scared you.”

“Whatever.” Jackson grumbled with rolling his eyes, not wanting to admit that Mark was right. Kana watched how the coven converse, making her smile. She was reminded of her pack and she felt herself getting more comfortable. But after she met the warlocks, she spoke up, “What do we need to talk about? I”m pretty sure you don’t usually bring wolves into the coven.”

“That’s true. The other covens hate us for who we are.” Kana’s looked confused at hearing Jaebum’s words. “Why?”

“How much do you know about your parents?” Jaebum asked Kana, changing the subject. Kana was taken back from his question, rubbing the back of her neck. Her parents... That was a tough subject for her to talk about. “Uh...”

“It’s important Kana.” Mark said with placing his hand on her shoulder. Kana gave him a look before she was playing with her fingers, just remembering them. She hated her parents for what they did to her, or well at least her father. “Really? How is this important? Do we really have to talk about this?”

They noticed Kana’s short words and Youngjae stepped up. “Sadly, it is important. I’m sorry Kana, but if you want answers; we have to know.”

“Fine. Fine! My father traded me off for some deal when I was child. Happy? He traded me off because I killed my mother, because I was a freak.” 

“Hey. Never call yourself that. You understand me?” Jackson spoke seriously, grabbing her shoulders. “You are not a freak, nor will you ever be.”

Jaebum realized the situation and sighed with looking at Mark who mouthed, ‘I told you’. Kana looked at Jackson in confusion and Jaebum said, “Go get the book Youngjae.”

Everyone tensed. Not excepting for Kana to find out everything so fast. Youngjae asked, “Do you think that’s a good idea?”

“She wants answers, this will give her all the answers she wants.” Kana perked up, making Jaebum chuckle lightly. Youngjae nodded, listening to the high priest and leaving to go find the book. Kana asked, after she noticed the tension in the air, “Why did it suddenly get so tense? What’s this book about?”

“Well... The book... It’s about... You.” Yugyeom explained with looking almost shy. Kana processed his words before she looked over at Jaebum. “Why would a warlock coven have a book about me? A werewolf!”

Youngjae walked over with a leather bound book, silver markings surrounding and swirling over the leather. He tapped the spine of the book nervously before holding it out towards her. She gently took the book, looking down at the cover to see the silver outline of the wolf howling at the moon.

When she opened the book, she almost dropped the book from shock. The first page of the book was a drawing. A drawing that looked exactly like her wolf. “What the...?”

“You are the White Wolf. A big legend with us warlocks.” Jaebum explained and Kana looked up. “But... Why?”

“Read.” She looked around before seeing a table, sitting down. The book was placed on the wooden surface as she flipped through the pages, her eyes widening at the information she was reading.

The White Wolf is a guardian, a warrior, and protector. Child of magic and the moon. As the White Wolf grows, the child could be on either side; depending on which parents survives. The birth kills the mother. 

“So... If my father was a wolf... That means that my mother was a witch?” Kana asked with lifting her head. Mark nodded, sitting down besides her and looking at the book. “But my father abandoned me.”

“But you were with him longer than your mother, so your wolf gene was stronger.” 

“We’ve been searching for you for a long while, since the last White Wolf was killed.” Jackson explained as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Her head was starting to hurt from everything she was learning, but she didn’t want to stop. “Why?”

“Because this is the coven the White Wolf always goes to.” Jaebum said and Kana sighed. “All of this... Makes no sense.”

“Probably not now, but it will in due time.” Youngjae said with a comforting smile. Kana’s head lifted when she heard a knock on the door and Jackson stepped in front of Kana; glaring at the door. 

Jaebum nodded to BamBam and he grabbed Kana’s arm who barely managed to grab the book. BamBam pulled her into a room where different animals were walking around; all tamed under him.

BamBam was an animal warlock, one skilled in taming and summoning. 

“Immortals? Why are you here?” Kana suddenly froze. She remembered that Jinyoung called them immortals. The ones who attacked her. BamBam noticed Kana’s change and gently grabbed her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“We need your help warlock.” Kana’s eyes widened when she heard that familiar voice. The one who filled her dreams with hope, the one that made her chest warm at just the sound of it, the one that was with the one who tried to kill her. 

She stood up from the spot she was sitting, moving back with clutching the book to her chest. “They tried to kill me... They’re hunting me now... Oh god, I was going to go back to the farmhouse and everything. I could have put NCT in danger. What was I thinking?”

“Kana, calm down.” BamBam noticed that she was starting to have a panic attack. He stood in front of her. “They’re not going to let anything happen to you. Trust us, okay?”

She looked up, tears blurring her vision. BamBam’s chest tightened as he stared at her, knowing that it wasn’t fair for her to be scared about this. He slowly grabbed her shoulders, rubbing soothing circles as he made sure she wasn’t calm before speaking, “It’s all going to be alright, you’ll see.”

He lead her to the bed, sitting her down gently as he sat down besides her. Every warlock in that house knew that this was the weakest time for the White Wolf, they knew they had to protect her until she was prepared. Jaebum knew that since she was introduced to her witch side, that she would be vulnerable until she controls her magic. “Jackson! Who is it?”

To calm down the frightened werewolf, BamBam held out a small ball of fur. The kitten poke their head up, wide eyes staring at Kana. She looked at BamBam and he mentioned with a smile, petting the kitten’s head and getting a purr in return. “What do you need?”

“We need help finding someone. One of your warlocks were with her before. We need you to locate her.” Kana slowly pet the kitten, a small smile tugging at her lips. She had never pet a kitten or cat before. BamBam slowly placed the kitten in her lap and she placed down the book, continuing to pet the small animal. “They’re looking for the White Wolf.”

She heard Jinyoung’s voice, flinching lightly. She knew it, and she hated the fact that she did. 

Though the White Wolf can be powerful, there is no means that the White Wolf can be alone. Just as much as they are powerful, they are equally vulnerable.

“Sorry, we can’t help you.” Jaebum said and Kana smiled a bit, feeling more safe; even though her stomach twisted in guilt. She still couldn’t explain the feelings that she had when it comes to these immortals, every voice recognizing from a dream. “We know you have location spells.”

Kana looked at BamBam and he gave her a smile. He leaned in and whispered, like he was gossiping, “Jaebum loses his stuff a lot, so we have to use that spell a lot for him.”

She giggled quietly, imagining him losing his things. She looked down at the book, running her fingers over the drawing of the wolf. BamBam watched her, his eyes swirling with nostalgia, remembering the last White Wolf.BamBam had to withhold himself. He knew this wasn’t her, this was another White Wolf. Even though she looked identical, she was not her. 

“You’re hiding her here.”

Kana is not his lover.

--

“So, what all happened with the warlock?” Taeyong asked Johnny who was finally awake. Johnny winced as he sat up, mentally cursing how all of his bones had to be rebroken to be fixed. He looked at his alpha and explained, “I found the warlock when I was walking. I asked him why he was here and he immediately knew that I knew Kana.”

“Why are they worried about or even know about her?” Taeyong asked and Johnny said, “I don’t know... He said they’ve seen her before.” 

“But she’s never met a warlock or a coven of them, she would have told us.” Taeyong remembered when she found the coven of vampires of and a pod of sirens; he remembered how she came running to him because she didn’t know what to do. “They called her a half-breed.”

“A half-breed.” Taeyong snapped his head over. Johnny slowly nodded. “Yeah... Says she’s half witch.”

Taeyong was in shock, sitting back in his seat. He was unsure of how to process this new information. He couldn’t believe that it was possible. How could a wolf survive with magic in their blood? Or a witch with wolf in their genes? “Get some rest Johnny. Thanks for telling me.”

Johnny nodded as Taeyong stood up, leaving the room. As the door shut, Taeyong’s alpha instincts were telling him that something was wrong, but he couldn’t place a finger on what it was. “Taeil.”

He looked back at the beta who focused his attention of the alpha. “Check the pack. Make sure everyone’s here.”“And Kana?”

“I’m going to try to contact her.” Taeil nodded, knowing not to doubt Taeyong. His instinct is always on point. Taeyong looked out the window, looking at the sunny day. He noticed some of the wolves play fighting in the yard, but he couldn’t figure out what was wrong. 

Not yet, but he will. He was worried about Kana.

--

Yoongi had always been the short tempered one out of the immortals, Jungkook always following closely. This time, it was Jungkook who snapped first today, pushing Jackson back harshly. Jackson crashed into the ground and Mark appeared in front of Jackson, grabbing him when Jackson was about to run toward Jungkook. “No fighting in the house, you know how Jinyoung is.”

Mark said with patting Jackson’s chest as Jackson glared at the immortal. Jungkook spun on his feet, glaring at the two warlocks, “Where is she?”

Lightning start to appear on Mark’s hand as he was watching the immortal, not afraid to protect his coven. BamBam heard the commotion and placed his hand on the door, sealing the exit so no one could get in. Kana stood in the back on the room, holding the kitten and book to her chest. BamBam gave her a reassuring smile and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let them get to you.”

He was going to fight for Kana’s protection until he couldn’t fight anymore. She recognized that. They reminded her so much of her pack, that she couldn’t just let them fight while she sits back. As BamBam watched the door, she gently placed the stuff down and stripped. 

BamBam jumped when he felt fur on his leg and he looked down to see in awe of the white fur color. Kana watched the door, her blue eyes looking up at BamBam who nodded, looking back at the door with a small smile. He was so reminded of her.

“We’re not asking again. Where is she? We’ll overturn this whole house if we need to.” Yoongi growled, lifting Mark by the collar of his shirt; Mark’s feet leaving the ground. Yugyeom grabbed Jackson’s fist before he could punch Yoongi for grabbing Mark. 

“Why are you so intent of finding her?” Jaebum asked, stalling time for Youngjae’s trap to take place. Namjoon growled, “The reason is none of your business.”

“In there.” Seokjin mentioned to the door that he saw in his vision, Hoseok standing next to it. He walked toward it and Yugyeom appeared in front of it, holding out his hands. Hoseok glared at him, changing Yugyeom’s emotions to fear. Yugyeom cowered down, Hoseok pushing him out the way.

Kana quietly growled and BamBam looked toward her in shock. He crouched down and asked, “What do you mean put down the seal? We don’t want them inside. Remember that?”

Kana growled and BamBam looked behind him toward the door, looking over at Kana. “Are you sure you can take him?” 

Hoseok looked back at his mate, trying to restraint the bubbling of giddiness he felt in his chest for finally able to meet his mate in person. He couldn’t wait to hold and kiss her, having her by their side. Taking a deep breath to control his emotions and he opened the door, immediately being tackled to the ground. 

The white wolf snarled above him, hackles raised. Jaebum looked toward BamBam accusingly, but BamBam raised his hands in surrender before pointing to her. Hoseok stared at Kana’s hard ice eyes in shock, feeling nothing but anger radiating from her. “Hoseok!”

Yoongi called out, unsure of how to react about his mates fighting. Kana looked at the other five immortals and looked down at the one she was pinning. She found the familiar scent, looking over toward Namjoon and she felt her blood boil at him. She stepped off of Hoseok, her tongue running over her canines. Namjoon held out his hands. “Baby-” 

She snapped, making Namjoon flinched. He remembered his dream, her words bouncing in his head. She growled lowly, lunging at him with claws outstretched. Seokjin pushed him away, getting tackled by the angry wolf.

The door shattered by the force of the tackle, the pair rolling down the steps. Kana’s canines were close to her face and Seokjin would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared. He knew this was his mate, but he knew that she didn’t know that- so she wasn’t scared to hurt them. “P- princes... Y- your wolf f- f- form looks s- so beautiful.”

Kana’s ears lifted from her head as her hackles lowered, unsure of why her chest was swelling at hearing his compliment. Seokjin noticed that she was calming down a bit from her anger. “Stop this baby girl, we don’t want to hurt you.”

Yoongi called out as he walked down the porch, keeping his eyes on Kana to make sure that Seokjin would be safe. Kana made a laughing sound, already knowing that it was too late for that. Seokjin lifted his hand and her ears pinned back. “I- I’m not going to hurt you princess.”

Her eyes narrowed. Then her left ear flicked as she heard someone behind her. Not one of the warlocks. “JUNGKOOK!”

Jimin cried out as Kana clawed Jungkook down the chest, sending the young immortal to the ground. Kana collapsed on the ground, feeling her own chest crush- not understanding what was happening to her. Jimin propped Jungkook up, holding his head as he looked at his bleeding chest. The two looked over at Kana, pausing at seeing the tears in her eyes. Jimin saw the look far in her eyes. 

The completely destroyed on the inside, something he was familiar of. Jungkook held out his hand, giving her a pained smile. “I- I’m okay baby. I can take a hit. Does that make you feel better?” 

Kana stared at his hand and slowly took a step forward, pausing afterwards. Jimin gave her a smile and said, “We’re not going to hurt you, we promise love. Come here.”

Jimin mentioned for her come closer as he ran a hand through Jungkook’s hair. She took a step forward, then another. Jungkook could feel her breath on his hand and reached forward to pet her muzzle.

When she was ripped away.

Kana hit a tree, not even able to scream as she felt her bones break from the sharp impact. Pressure on her chest kept her to the ground, worsening the injuries. Tears started to wet her fur as she silently sobbed from the pain, one of paws clawing at the ground. Jackson didn’t waste time, kicking Taehyung in the side. 

The concentration on Kana gave Jackson a chance and made Taehyung fall to the ground. Youngjae appeared by Kana’s side, kneeling down and checking the damage. She whimpered as the pain let up. Taehyung looked over at Jackson, getting punching in the jaw. He let his head jerk back, just to look back at the warlock with a smirk on his face. There was a sadistic spark in his now golden eyes and he said, “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

Jackson was thrown back, hitting the house side harshly. Kana stood up weakly, trying to take a step farther, but fell under her weight. She crashed back into the ground, her chest panting painfully. Youngjae said, “Kana, that’s enough. You’re going to hurt yourself worse.”

Kana growled, trying to stand up again and ignoring Youngjae’s words. BamBam translated, “She says that she won’t keep running.”

“So you’re just going to hurt yourself worse?” Jaebum snapped, making the wolf look up at Jaebum in shock. He’s seen every White Wolf’s death, it was too early to lose Kana now. “She says that she want her clothes.”

Mark disappeared, appearing by her side. Kana took the basket handle and limped behind the tree, shifting back to get change.  A minute later, she re-emerged dressed and holding her chest. Her eyes fell on Jungkook first, feeling her chest tightening painfully- not from the wounds. “Why? What have I’ve done to you that you got to be hunting me now?” 

Kana asked, looking toward Namjoon. Namjoon’s eyes widened at hearing his mate’s words and tried to explain. “We’re not hunting you.”

Taehyung looked over as he heard Kana’s voice, noticing her in her human form. Namjoon explained, “This isn’t how we wanted this to go, this isn’t how we wanted to meet you. You’re our mate Kana.”

Her eyes widened before she clutched her throat, choking at the invisible force tightening her airway. None of the warlocks could believe what they just heard, but Jackson didn’t care. He jumped up, kicking Taehyung in the back of the neck. “Mate or not, you pay asshole.”

Jackson growled. Taehyung took a few steps from the kick and turned around to the warlock. Jackson ducked, Yugyeom jumping over the older warlock. Yugyeom slammed his hand against Taehyung’s chest and Taehyung stiffened up, seeming to freeze. “That’s a binding. No more powers for you now.”

Yugyeom said and Kana fell to her chest, continuing to hold her throat. Youngjae caught her before she hit the ground and she was coughing, trying to get her regular airflow back. Jaebum looked around and then sighed before tapping the railing. He ordered, “Jinyoung, take care of that immortal. Youngjae, take care of Kana’s bones. Jackson, make sure that immortal doesn’t hurt Kana anymore.”

Jinyoung appeared by Jungkook’s side and lifted him up, pulling one of Jungkook’s arm behind his neck. The two disappeared into the house and Youngjae disappeared with Kana. Hoseok looked toward Seokjin and asked him, “Hyung, are you okay?”

“Y- yeah... That was... Intense.” Then all immortals went rigid, gold eyes blazing as there was a muffled scream from inside the house. Kana’s screams.

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Demon Seokjin

Knight Yoongi

Ghost Hoseok

Warlock Namjoon

Prince Jimin

Werewolf Taehyung

Pirate Jungkook

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[softly-savage-mint-yoongi]

 Moonchild

Genre: Fantasy AU! Pairing: Namjoon x f.reader Prologue

According to the old stories, the Moonchild’s Mother had conceived with a Moon deity. When she gave birth, she hid the child, afraid that the deity would steal him away. Heartbroken that she loved the child more and angry with her for keeping it away, the deity cursed the baby so that everything he touched would die. As the child grew, so too did his ruining power. By the time he was a young boy, without a figure to guide his magic, his Mother began to fear him as well. She feared him so much that she attempted to take his life, only for it to end in tragedy. The Moonchild had tried to stop her, grabbing her wrists. In the throes of turmoil, his power unchecked, she slowly turned to ash.

“There is magic in everything.” You had whispered to yourself, index finger gingerly running across the words on the page. With your bottom lip between your teeth, as it always is when you’re focused, you mull over the words staring back at you from the yellowed, faded pages of the book.

Suddenly, you stand and close it with a dull and dusty snap, waving your free hand around your face while you try to cough as quiet as you can. The old librarian peeks at you over the rim of her even older glasses from across the room, expressionless as ever.

The resident feline of the tiny library, a lithe grey striped bob-tailed sweetheart, has woken from his nap basking in the windowsill beside the chair you rose from. He stretches his back and looks up at you through tired golden eyes. You’ve always enjoyed the cat’s company when you come to return old and borrow new scrolls or books.

After you’ve corralled the heavy books into your bag, you huff, giving the cat a swift scratch behind his ears. It’s always hard leaving this place, loitering around the room before you have to rip yourself from your favorite getaway. You glance back at the massive shelves of literature and can’t help but admire the way the particles in the air catch the glowing dusk sunlight.

Tucking a misplaced strand of hair behind your ear, you adjust your pack and head for the door, boots muffled against the wood floor. You steel yourself just in time to open the heavy barrier, where you’re immediately met with the sounds of the busy road just two feet away.

Lofty, brisk autumn air feels wonderful as it soothes across your face, mussing the strands of hair you just fixed. Walking back to your lonely corner of the world is the same as always, and yet you can’t help but notice the details everyone around you so blatantly seems to ignore.

How the last fragments of the sun’s glare are warm and welcoming, or how the cadence of the town’s activity creates a steady rhythm so comforting that it washes away any worries because you’re alive and well. The smell of rich earth freshly overturned in the fields just behind the general store. The magic of life, right before your eyes.

There’s a gentle, but sad smile on your face as you turn your back on the world outside, closing the door with a quiet thud. Before you get started, you reach for a sprig of sage, still hanging from the twine in front of the window facing the sun. You’re not sure why, but you’re more than nervous as you light a few candles to illuminate your work station. A curse passes your lips as you heave open the heavy leather scripture on the book stand shoved in the corner beside the work station. Several rare ingredients are scattered in bottles and strung along the wall from twine.

There’s a crystal with six smooth sides and tapered points on either end resting in the fold between two pages of your ancient copy of The Language of Flowers. You can’t help the fond smile that graces your lips as your eyes land on it.  Anyone else might assume that it were just a beautiful paperweight, valiantly guarding your place between the spine of the book. You get lost in the memories of the crystal as it catches the soft glow of candle light, nearly swirling the color into brilliant, flickering shades of color that are always reminiscent of the sky at sunrise.

Your Mother gave you that crystal as a child when you were just beginning to hear her tales of wonderment and magic from the old stories she would read to you. Your favorite had always been about the Moonchild, a human warlock who ruined everything he touched. His story always fascinated you, even though it was littered with tragedy and sadness and pain. It wasn’t the warlocks fault that everything he touched began to wither, wilt and die.

According to the old stories, the Moonchild’s Mother had conceived with a Moon deity. When she gave birth, she hid the child, afraid that the deity would steal him away. Heartbroken that she loved the child more and angry with her for keeping it away, the deity cursed the baby so that everything he touched would die. As the child grew, so too did his ruining power. By the time he was a young boy, without a figure to guide his magic, his Mother began to fear him as well. She feared him so much that she attempted to take his life, only for it to end in tragedy. The Moonchild had tried to stop her, grabbing her wrists. In the throes of turmoil, his power unchecked, she slowly turned to ash.

In panic and despair he shouted, slamming his fists into the stone of their home, upturning everything within reach. The townspeople gathered at the commotion, watching in shock and horror as they saw the Moonchild turn everything he had touched into a storm of gently swirling ashes, dunes of it at his feet. Even with such a pained expression and tear-stained cheeks shining in the pure moonlight, they turned on him, a boy, howling threats of hanging or burning at the stake.

So the Moonchild fled into the forest. The townspeople were uneasy, but let him go out of fear for their own lives to turn out the same as his Mother’s. After some time with no further threat, the town settled back into ease, assuming the Moonchild had been killed by the dangers that lurked in the wild. Surely his power held no candle to the flame of a wild pack of hungry wolves they thought.

With a deep sigh and the pulling of your heartstrings, you wrench yourself out of your own head. Your arms flail around your head to clear the thoughts and pangs of sadness for the warlock’s story. “There is magic in everything.” you whisper to yourself, grabbing your stone mortar and pestle. The smooth, cold surface and heavy weight calms your nerves as you release a breathe you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

You begin to hum a melody you remember as a child, although you’ve never been able to remember where it came from. It always soothes you. Your hands run on autopilot, pouring this or that into the mortar, sprinkling something alongside it to sizzle. You add two drops of a noxious smelling substance, letting them fall into the bowl from a twig you snapped between your closed fists. More grinding. Then you crush a small bramble of dried leaves between your hands, letting the flakes float to the concoction you’re creating.

The herbs are ready. Next, as you still hum, you scoop the lavender colored liquid out on two fingers, lathering it across the only piece of your Mother you have left, an old pewter ring she always had dangling from a chain around her neck. With a gentleness you did not know you possessed, you place the ring into the small canvas bag of soil and crushed berries you’d collected earlier that morning. You add the sprig of fresh sage to finish it off.

You stop humming. The crystal sitting unassumingly between the book pages now rests in your closed palm. With one last shaky breath of released nerves, you hold the canvas bag between your palms, using your thumbs to press the crystal firmly against the contents inside.

The incantation slips from your lips easily, overflowing with feeling. Your skin prickles as you speak the ancient text from the heavy book resting on the stand. You’re sure something must happen this time with the raw power you can feel swirling around somewhere inside. Continuing, it takes all of your focus and willpower not to get discouraged or frustrated when you can still feel the fog of it not being quite right. You were sure the spell would work this time. It was the only option left from the hundreds you’d tried over the last eighteen months.

Something happens a moment later, and with great shock, you drop the crystal. Your precious magical item. Everything is mute, but there’s a distinct ringing in your ears, as if you’re slowly regaining your auditory sense after hearing a bomb go off directly beside you. Still in shock, you’re eyeing your left hand where you could have sworn something cold touched you, and you’re sweating profusely.

Brow furrowed in confusion, you huff a dramatic sigh and throw the bag from your hands to the work table. The helpless feelings of fatigue overtake you as they always do when you're trying desperately, recklessly to cast a spell and make your Mother rise from the dead. Necromancy is a dangerous game, and one you would give anything to win. Just once.

You sink to the floor, slumping over and pulling your crystal to your chest where you clutch it tightly. The tears flood you instantly and the loneliness you feel crowds in on you like a tidal wave, burying you deep beneath the weight of it where nobody can hear your screaming.

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A sound so shrill and loud it breaks the stone mortar on your table rips you from your fitful slumber, and then everything you’ve worked so hard for explodes. Almost in slow motion you watch as all manner of material splinters as though thousands of tiny, silent bolts of lightning are rippling them into separation. The floor beneath you begins to vibrate with unknown intensity, followed by the an audio force so deep and frightening, it knocks the very breath from your lungs.

The tiny corner of the world you’ve worked so hard to keep for yourself is no longer there, awash in the winds whipping around you in a ten foot vortex. The only thing left is you and the crystal you hold onto for dear life. You’re shell-shocked, your entire body sore from the toll attempting to spell-cast always takes and the effects of it failing yet again.

You’re sure it must mean something. Very suddenly and with perfect clarity, you see the beauty of this catastrophe. There is beauty in pain and suffering and it feels almost as though the idea of your world being completely ruined is a burden lifted from your shoulders. You’re standing among the fine rubble, smiling to yourself.

Like a punch to the gut you’re knocked from your stupor by a shout, “She’s a witch!”

Another cry from the crowd now gathering outside what was your life mimicking the same sentiments.

“Grab her!” they holler, shaking their fingers in your direction.

You watch as they come toward you slowly, claws outstretched in a wary attack. You feel lighter as you step out of their reach, watching the squat, greasy man they're attached to trip over the debris at your feet.

“Burn her at the stake!” Another woman shrieks in horror.

Those words are all it takes for you to snap back to the reality that you’re in danger if you don’t escape. You know those words.+

Without a second thought you’re running down the backside of the heap towards the fields.

It takes ten minutes and an overwhelming amount of sheer willpower to escape the townspeople hunting for you. Lucky for you it is night, and their torchlight casts dark shadows in the deep brush, making your stealthy escape possible as you pause to catch your breath against the back of a large boulder. You are certain that had it been daylight you would have passed out from running non-stop long ago.

Squeezing your eyes shut tight for a brief moment, you inhale a large gulp of oxygen before you’re off again, holding your breath and sneaking between the shadows cast against the foliage.

It is in this moment that you’re blessing your curious nature, happy that you know this forest like the back of your hand from all of your time spent mapping it and collecting your ingredients.

However, the moment of joy is fleeting when you realize that there isn’t anywhere for you to escape completely without crossing over the hulking mountains that your little town sits in the valley of. You swallow hard, chancing an anxious glance at the jagged edges of snow-capped rocks gleaming in the lavender color of the moon.

You don’t have a choice. You know what you have to do. You don’t hesitate.

Plucking a small stone from the cool soil, you kiss it for good luck before reeling back your arm and aiming for somewhere across the trees. The moment the hollow knocking sound and rusting of the stone falling through some leaves hits your ears, you’re running in the opposite direction.

Those people you used to know are left behind, searching for you from where the stone landed. There are too many emotions swirling around inside as you grapple up the side of a twelve foot cliff face and begin your adventure in unknown territory. In a twisted way, you’re worried that the townspeople won’t know how to get back into town from this deep within the forest.

Once you’re over the side of the cliff and out of view, you look up at the mountain before you. The forest that blankets it is thicker than the one you know, and it prompts an eerie feeling in your heart. It is only now, as you clench your fists that you realize you haven’t let go of your Mother’s crystal all this time. You stare at it in wonder and nearly choke on a sob before smiling at it. You take three breaths to calm your nerves, swallowing down the bundle of emotions churning your gut, and begin the ascent.

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It takes three days of horrible, awful luck before anything happens. You are not sure where you're even wandering to, but you know you need to either find a place to lay low in the mountains for a few weeks, or just keep moving before someone finds you.

You’ve lost weight, you can tell, as the clothes on your frame are already beginning to feel a bit too loose. You can’t even imagine the state your hair must be in. The only bit of luck you’ve had was finding a whole turtle shell lying in the brush. It needed cleaning, but you were still able to use it to catch rainwater for drinking during the storm the night before.

A deep growl sounds from your stomach, reminding you of the strange feeling that something wasn’t quite right. You hadn’t seen or heard a single animal in at least a full day. Not even birds. Oddly, the brush was still crushed in certain areas, and some wild raspberries had been freshly plucked from a bush you’d also collected your meager breakfast from.

You were fairly certain you’d also seen some wild animal tracks in the mud this morning. One set from a deer and another from a fox.

Continuing on for some time, you hum your familiar, soothing melody to yourself to ignore the persistent growling of your gut as you walk. The sunlight is dampening in favor of the moonlight the longer you travel. You close your eyes briefly and tilt your chin to the sky, basking in the last flecks of daytime.

Without warning, you’re suddenly overcome with a great wave of nausea. Your eyes nearly snap out of the sockets as your entire body wretches forward to expel the bile from your stomach. It leaves you reeling and you’re very much hyper aware that you can feel a strong force thrumming in your veins.

And you’re not alone.

There’s a series of voices speaking in various tones. Some sound shocked, while others sound mildly irritated and one or two even sound giddy. You think they’re talking about you, but you can’t be sure as a hazy fog overcomes your brain and makes you swim. You smile, feeling warm and loose, like you're drunk.

You collapse into the dirt with a dull thud and some crunching leaves. As your consciousness slips from you, all you can see is a large black wolf walking towards you cautiously. It’s eyes are the same iridescent color as the moon.

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