#bts cerberus

[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part Three

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 7,396

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter

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Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)

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The hunt is on,

For it is night.

I lurk in the shadows

Under the pale moonlight.

All creatures tucked away in their beds,

Slumber taking its hold and pressing

Down, down, down.

Either a fairytale or a nightmare,

I get to decide,

For you cannot run and

you cannot hide.

Though she does not see me nor sense me,

I can see her sweat and shake,

A virgin so pure and fragile,

I dare not defile.

Not until she is heady and ready,

Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.

For she is mine.

…Mine…

Mine…!

MINE!

I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.

Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.

I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.

That nightmare was truly hellish.

Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.

Then I awoke.

I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.

My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.

Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.

My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.

I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.

The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.

Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.

Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.

Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.

The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.

At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.

Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.

There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.

I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.

Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.

The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.

My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!

However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.

To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.

The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.

Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.

The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.

It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—

“Y/N?”

I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.

“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”

“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.

After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”

With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.

I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.

She is MINE. STAY AWAY.

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The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.

The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.

I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…

I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.

Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.

“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”

I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.

There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.

“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.

They are talking about me.

Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.

Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”

I flinch away from his outstretched hands.

“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”

“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.

I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.

Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!

More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.

I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.

A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?

A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.

“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.

I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.

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“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.

“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.

Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.

During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…

“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.

“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.

Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.

Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.

A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.

I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—

“You have the mark of a demon.”

“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.

“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”

I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.

“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.

“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“

“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.

I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.

Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.

“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.

“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”

I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.

She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.

Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.

Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.

“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.

“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.

“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.

I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.

The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.

I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.

“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”

“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”

Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.

I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.

I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.

“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”

“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.

“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.

“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”

“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.

My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.

As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.

I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.

“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”

I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.

“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”

I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.

——-

I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!

My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…

I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.

Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…

What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?

Enough with these thoughts.

I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.

His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.

Hyung, be safe.

It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.

———-

In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.

They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?

Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.

I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.

The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.

A scream rips through my throat.

Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.

———

Part Two And A Half l Part Four

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #bts #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #park jimin #cerberus #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #werewolf bts #bts werewolf au #bts hybrid #bts werewolf #bts fanfiction #bts werewolves #bts x reader #bts ot7 x reader #bts cerberus #part three #bts cerberus part three #cerberus part three

[akashicblade]

a lovely anonymous user sent these to me through the mail in the middle of the night. I then proceeded to have a dream about weiss on the train. these images are haunted and cursed.

#final fantasy #ff7 #ffvii #dirge of cerberus #weiss the immaculate #final fantasy 7 #ff7r #dffoo #where are my 5 dirge of cerberus fans at? anyone? i am one of the 5. #cursed images from anonymous user #thank you anonymous user we love you. #what do we think everyone do we listen to weiss's advice? adweiss? #i didnt get weiss bt idk if i should pity it or not #update: i pitied for weiss's bt

[daisybees]

I went down a rabbit hole of projecting ™ last night but: Older eddie getting a dog, specifically a Newfoundland, is very important to me. a big shaggy haired beast of an animal that people are afraid of, but is the sweetest couch potato of all time? good with children? big dumb brown eyes? they say dogs look like their owners right?

what the fuck i’m so married to this idea

#eddie munson #stranger things #also string bean eddie with his 200lb dog is very good #i know dogs ™ i worked as an animal professional trust me #i also had a newfie as a kid (hence the projection) #trust me on this one #eddie would name it something like fenrir or cerberus or something #and people who don’t know any different would be so afraid of the dog #but the dog literally has 3 brain cells and the worst damage it could do is sit on your leg weird #i am more than willing to expand on this idea if people want me to #also pls ignore the eddie photos i used are bts photos and not actually from the show the vibes are there he’s in costume at least #jq exudes puppy energy i’m sorry i can’t change this #just got the mental image of him taking the dog to lovers lake for a swim and now i’m going to cry

[musicloverxoxo7]

Professor Kim’s Teaching assistant

Professor!Namjoon   x   fem!reader

Summary: You feel drawn to the new professor like to nobody else. Does he reciprocate that feeling? How far will you take it?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, age difference (reader is Master student, so ca 5 years), hand job, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, y/n has mild dom tendencies, tied up hands, nipple play

Wordcount: ca. 3300 words

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

“I want to use the last 5 minutes to discuss the topic that will occupy next lesson. Greek mythology in Harry Potter.”

When this new course opened the previous semester, you’d been dying to get a space. Which you finally did the second time around. But now that you’re sitting in Professor Kim’s course, you are bored. Either you know too much about literature or your minds are too alike. You already know almost all the stuff he talks about, while everyone else is in awe at his creative angles.

You raise your hand. Professor Kim looks around. Since none of the other 15 students want to say anything, he gets back to you with a sigh.

“Go ahead, Ms y/l/n.”

It’s almost always a conversation between just the two of you. It has been like that the entire semester.

“For one, there are all the beasts and magical creatures that J.K. Rowling involved in her magical universe. Things like the chimera, centaurs, Cerberus. Aside from that we also have characters in the book named after actual mythological beings, not just Greek, but also Roman.”

“That is correct. Could you give an example? Greek or Roman.”

“Take Remus Lupin for example. Roman legends say that Romulus and Remus were twins that were tasked with building a city. The short version is that Romulus got to build it and named it after himself, of course. Mythology says that they were raised by a she-wolf. I consider this fact of importance, since Remus Lupin is a werewolf.”

“Accurate. Everyone, until next week, if you haven’t done so yet, please read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s stone. Ms y/l/n, my office, please.”

You file out of the classroom with the other students and head to Professor Kim’s office. You have no idea why he’d want to talk to you. He’s never asked you to his office before.

Professor Kim appears a minute after you, his glasses askew and his hair a slight mess. Same as usual.

You smile just a tiny bit. You’d definitely straighten out those glasses. But you’d definitely leave the messy hair be.

“Please, Ms y/l/n, come in. Would you like something to drink? I have tea, coffee or water.”

You sit down at the corner of his desk as he makes himself a cup of coffee.

“I’m good, thank you. Why am I here?”

He waits until the coffee machine is done, then leans against the cupboard on which it stands. His pecks are on display like that, and you give yourself a second to admire them.

“I want to discuss your future. You are exceptional in the field I teach.”

“I just like reading a lot and finding out what could have been behind it.”

You shrug your shoulders.

“Have you considered doing a PhD and becoming a professor?”

“Maybe.”  

“You don’t have to share with me, y/n, if you don’t want to. I merely wanted to offer you my assistance, in case you’d like it.”

Maybe it is because he’s trying so hard. Maybe because this is the first time he has called you by your first name.

“I did consider it for a while. But I had a professor last semester who said they’d do whatever it takes so I don’t get in anywhere as a PhD student.”

“What?”

Professor Kim moves so abruptly that he spills coffee all over his chest. Thanks to your long talk it’s only warm anymore, but he still curses. He puts the cup aside. It gives you a full frontal of his chest, including dark nipples that strain against the fabric.

You jump into action helping him clean up, because otherwise you might do something stupid. Something stupid like burying your face in his chest.

“Take it off.”

“It’s beyond saving. I never get coffee out.”

“Take it off. I’ll do it.”

He doesn’t even turn away to unbutton the shirt. When he tugs the rest of the shirt out of his pants to get the last 2 buttons, you have to cling to your composure very tightly. He hands you the shirt and you put it in the tiny sink in his office.

With the cold water and the immediacy of your reaction, the stain is out in next to no time.

“Et voila.”

You hold up the dripping shirt. No stain left on the light blue fabric. Your smile wavers when you see that Professor Kim is still standing there shirtless. His caramel skin looks like it is supposed to be savored slowly and explored extensively.

“Was it Lim?”

“Huh?”

“Did Professor Lim tell you those terrible things?”

“Oh, well…”

“Y/n!”

“Okay, yes, he did.”

Professor Kim sighs deeply. He straightens out his glasses and walks over to his desk.

“He hates women that are smarter than him. Especially if they are also beautiful. He’s an insecure pig. Time for some measures.”

“What? No!”

You are at the desk with 2 quick steps, your hand on Professor Kim’s upper arm. He looks up slowly from what he was writing, his eyes not focused on your hand but on your eyes.

“Y/n, if you want to go to university for a PhD, I will help you.”

“Okay, then help me. But please, let’s try to keep Professor Lim out of this for as long as possible. He won’t be able to do anything if he finds out last minute.”

Professor Kim straightens up and you finally let go of his arm. You’re a little sad, because it felt very nice. Strong and warm.

“How about you become my TA in the meantime, for your last semester here? That way we would have a valid excuse for spending some time together. Time we will mostly spend on prepping you for that PhD and the application process.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Professor Kim looks at his shirt in your arm and then his naked torso.

“I forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt. Sorry about that.”

He grabs a jacket from a stand in the corner and buttons it up. This way, he is mostly covered up again. What a shame. You’d grown used to seeing him shirtless by now.

“And one more thing, y/n.”

“What?”

“Please call me Namjoon. Teaching assistants and their professors are almost always on first name terms.”

You hand him back the moist shirt.

“Got it. The shirt should be fine now. But please give it a wash in the washing machine as well.”

“Thank you for your help. I’ll remember that for next time.”

--------

As it turns out, Professor Kim – no, Namjoon – spills something quite regularly. No matter how elegant he looks, he can be quite clumsy. The following week you end up washing coke out of his shirt. The week after hot cocoa. You end up almost getting too comfortable with seeing him shirtless.

Being a TA is turning out to be quite fun and not all that much work, since Namjoon does not hold that many courses this semester.

The day comes when you get accepted into 3 different PhD programs at very prestigious universities. They are out of Professor Lim’s league, so he doesn’t dare mess with you. And finally, your graduation day arrives.

After a beautiful graduation ceremony, you have dinner with your mom and granny. Granny urges you to get married and mom wants you to finally start working full-time. They both talk way too much about your brother and sister and their little families.

Afterwards, you are in dire need of a drink. You end up in a poorly lit bar two houses down from the restaurant. Surprisingly, it smells like peppermint and lime in there. You sit down at the bar and order your favorite drink.

“Long day?”

Namjoon turns to you. You sat down on his right side without even noticing him there. You notice that the top 3 buttons of his shirt are open, and the sleeves pushed upwards. Your mind wants to go in some dirty directions, but you don’t let it.

Thankfully, the bartender puts down the drink in front of you right that moment.

“Kind of. Beautiful, but also laden. Like a landmine.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“Sounds like family.”

Namjoon snorts into his drink.

“No matter how much I love my family, I understand what you mean. What did they say to you getting into the 3 best universities in the country?”

“Haven’t told them. They’d be livid that I haven’t gotten married or taken a full time, highly paid positions somewhere yet.”

“You’ll probably have to tell them sometime.”

“Yeah, sometime. I only see them once or twice a year and that’s soon enough for me.”

You let out a long, heavy sigh.

“You want to sit down in an alcove?”

“Sure.”

You move to an empty one with your drinks. The lighting is different here. Warmer, sexier. Namjoon’s dimples look like they want to pull you closer to him. You have a hard time resisting.

“Now that I’m no longer your professor, I’d still like to at least stay friends with you.”

“Of course. It’s thanks to you that I got to this point.”

“Not really. I only guided you a little. But thanks to you I now know how to clean almost all stains out of my shirts.”

You smile. That is true.

“I didn’t mind.”

You don’t because you find his clumsiness endearing. And also, because you got to see him shirtless on a weekly basis. Which was worth the effort.

Namjoon smiles. And something in that smile tells you that he knows.

You fidget a little. Since the nook is small and the bench short, your arm touches his in the process. You withdraw your arm and sit still again.

“I will miss having you around nearly every day. Of course, you were a great help, but mostly your presence is very stimulating to my mind.”

“Well, you wanted to be friends, so we will still get to see each other.”

“Of course. But that won’t be the same, will it?”

“I suppose not.”

Namjoon takes another sip of beer. When he leans back again, his cheeks are a faint strawberry color. You keep your eyes on him. He doesn’t look at you, though, but far into the distance.

“I am a very clumsy person. Which you know.”

“Yes.”

“I do spill drinks on myself quite regularly.”

“I know.”

“But maybe not quite so often. More like once or twice a month.”

“What are you saying?”

You’re still looking at him and he finally meets your eyes.

“I wanted to be close to you. The way you looked at my chest whenever I took of my shirt... I hoped you’d make a move on me someday.”

“Wait what?”

“Ridiculous, I know. You have marvelous self-restraint. And perhaps you only enjoy pecks in general, not specifically me as a person.”

His eyes are honest, with a hint of vulnerability. You hold his gaze for a few moments, then your eyes move down to his pecks. His shirt today is just the right amount of tight. But the fabric is midnight blue, so you cannot see through it.

You bite your bottom lip. You do like Namjoon as a person.

“I do like pecks. But yours are particularly… delectable.”

You slowly look up at him again. His dimples are showing. You move your hand up and gently poke one of his dimples with your finger. When you withdraw your hand again, Namjoon catches it and blows a kiss on your fingertip.

Butterflies flutter through your stomach. You move a little closer and put your hand on his thigh. He does not object. When you stroke up and down his thigh, his breathing becomes a little labored.

Encouraged by your bold movements, Namjoon leans forward and touches his lips to yours. You deepen the kiss. He tastes like peppermint and beer.

You break apart after what could have been seconds or hours.

“Would you like to disappear from here? My apartment is just down the road. If you aren’t ready, though, we can postpone that.”

You take him by the hand and pull him out of the alcove. Thank goodness the drinks are already paid for.

The warm summer air outside caresses your legs and arms. Namjoon takes your hand and guides you to his place. On the way you talk about books, as usual.

Only once the door to his apartment closes behind him do things change again. You’ve barely taken off your shoes when Namjoon grabs your waist and pulls you against him. This kiss is much less restrained and civil than the one in the bar.

You melt into him, your hands on his firm pecks. You run your hands over them, making sure to also caress his nipples gently. Every time you give them a twist, his breath catches. Finally, you can’t take it anymore and unbutton his shirt. He does not stop you.

Once you have peeled the shirt off him, you let your hands roam over his entire upper body. He gives you time to explore while keeping his hands at your waist.

When you break apart for a breather, Namjoon smiles.

“This kind of curiosity will bring you far anywhere, y/n.”

You giggle. Even in a situation like this, he can’t help but think of work and books.

“I hope it can also bring me as far as your bedroom.”

“If that is where you want to be, definitely.”

He walks to the bedroom door and pushes it open. You walk inside past him and turn on the light. There are beautiful paintings on the wall. The bed isn’t made, but overall, the room is very clean and organized.

You turn back to Namjoon.

“I love the interior design. I want a painting tour later on.”

“Whatever you wish, y/n.”

You put your hands on his belt buckle and open it.

“IF there is anything you don’t like, tell me to stop. Ditto for if it’s too much.”

“Who is the teacher here?”

You smirk up at him.

“Tonight, I think it’s me. But I’m always willing to switch roles.”

You pull the belt out of his pants.

“Lie down.”

He does.

“Put up your hands.”

He follows your instructions again. You tie his hands to the head of the bed with his belt.

“I’ll untie you whenever you want. Just say the word.”

“Got it. But I’m feeling pretty comfortable right now.”

You unzip your dress and drop it on the floor before crawling on the bed. Namjoon lies stretched out, the muscles in his arms and torso prominent. You sit down on his lower belly and give him a kiss.

“This could take a while.”

And it does. You start with feathery kisses on his dimples and then move down his neck. You are very tempted to leave marks there, but that wouldn’t be good for a professor who has to teach his students tomorrow.

So instead, you suck a mark into his bulging upper arm. You gently scratch your teeth over the inside of his forearm. That has goosebumps running over his arms. You bite down on the inside of his palm.

By then you’ve teased enough and move down to his chest. His gorgeous chest. Finally, you get to touch and savor. You place sloppy kisses all over his pecks. Namjoon watches you with hooded eyes. When you run your lips over his nipples, his eyes cross. You do it again and add a little tongue. He huffs out a breath.

You keep up the ministrations for another minute or two until you move down his stomach. You leave tiny bites there, which has his stomach muscles contracting like crazy.

You unzip his slacks.

“Hips up.”

He does and you pull the slacks and underwear down. As you already felt earlier, he is fully erected. You run your hand up the shaft and pay special attention to the frenulum. Namjoon takes a shuddering breath. Your thumb draws a circle around his slit.

“Baby, stop torturing me.”

“Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Namjoon sighs.

“Goodness, no.”

“Then stop complaining or I’ll gag you next.”

You smile up at him.

Then you lower your head and repeat the circular motion around his slit with your tongue. His moan is a true turn on. You ditch your panties, slip your hand between your legs and start playing with your clit, while you keep working him with your tongue and mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you have him at the brink of desperation. And ecstasy.

You raise your head and let go of him. His eyes linger on your other hand, which is between your legs.

“May I do that too, tonight?”

“Definitely. But later.”

You crawl back up to the headboard and untie him. He lowers his arms and presses you against his body. The close body contact feels heavenly.

Namjoon undoes your bra. You sit up and throw it aside. Then you lay down on him again, rubbing your nipples against his chest. It feels like heaven. Until you’re so sensitive you have to stop.

You kiss the tip of his nose.

“Your turn now, professor. I want to feel you in me.”

He rolls you around until you are lying on your back and he is hovering over you. With one hand he grabs your hands and pins them against the pillows above you. You find that very, very hot.

You arch your body towards him.

“Please.”

“How could I say no to that.”

You feel his tip push against your entrance. It’s a nice stretch once he finally pushes into you, slowly, so you can adjust. Except that you are so turned on that you don’t really need time to adjust.

Namjoon is breathing heavily by the time he bottoms out.

“Give me just a second like this, okay? I don’t want to cum right away.”

He smiles down at you and the dimples appear in all their glory. You pucker your lips. He gets the message and leans down for a kiss. A very deep, slightly messy kiss.

Once you break apart and he finally starts moving, your eyes meet. His are dark, almost black, with lust.

His moves are slow and steady at first. He lets go of one of your hands, so you can play with your nipple. It doesn’t take long until his moves become sloppier, harsher. With a few more twists or your nipple your high burns its way through you.

Namjoon’s breathing gets shallower while you moan into his ear. He lets go of your other hand and you sling both around his torso.

“I can’t… much longer…”

“It’s okay. We have all night for more.”

A few more sloppy thrusts, then Namjoon cums. He buries his face in your shoulder, and you hold him once his body ceases to move.

It takes a bit for both your breathing to normalize and for heartbeats to slow down again. Until that happens, you stroke Namjoon’s hair.

You don’t know how long you lay there like that, but you enjoy it.

Eventually, Namjoon raises his head and looks down at you. His eyes have cleared up to their normal dark brown. You see something in them that looks surprisingly like love. You’re even more surprised that you don’t mind that at all. Maybe it is time to trust another person and give them your love.

“Would you like to go and take a hot shower with me, y/n.”

“Gladly.”

He pulls out of you and helps you up.

“About that paintings tour of your apartment?”

“Yes?”

“Let’s postpone that until tomorrow. I think we’re busy for the rest of the night.”

Namjoon guides you into the bathroom, where he turns on the shower. There is easily enough space for two people in there.

“As you prefer, honey.”

When you look at him his eyes are crinkled in a smile.

© musicloverxoxo7, 2023

Please do not copy, translate, or repost my work (reblogging is fine though). Doing so will make you legally liable for stealing intellectual property.

#bts smut #bts imagines #bts x reader #bts fanfic #female y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #namjoon smut #namjoon #female reader

[exandriacityshowdown]

Round 4 Poll 3

Vasselheim, Issylra: Vasselheim, also known as the Dawn City or the Cradle of Creation, is the oldest surviving city in Exandria. It is the capital of Othanzia, and is known as a major spiritual centre and the origin or headquarters of multiple religions.

image is BTS content by creators of the legend of vox machina

Rexxentrum, Wildemount: Rexxentrum is the capital of the Dwendalian Empire. It is a massive metropolis, the political centre of the Empire, an economic hub and the base of operations for the Cerberus Assembly. There is also a prominent Archive for the Cobalt Soul. Between that and the Cerberus-run Soltryce Academy, a renowned school of magic, Rexxentrum is seen as a centre of learning. Although not originally from here, the Mighty Nein’s Caleb Widogast lived here for several years. The Mighty Nein’s involvement in the war between the Empire and the Kryn Dynasty eventually brought them to Rexxentrum. 

image from the postcard merch by pretty useful co

#exandria #vasselheim #rexxentrum #issylra #wildemount #critical role #poll post #notpollprop #exandria city showdown #round 4 #4.3

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Weiss the Immaculate

The Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate story chapter event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game.

This story chapter introduced Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII (#ad) as the newest and latest playable char in DFFOO.

I pulled for Weiss, and I talk more about that in another post. Had to split these Weiss posts into 2 since the first one was already nearing the max limit of 30 pics.

Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

Anyway, after getting all of Weiss's weapons, started building him. Leveled him up to 90 and got him to Crystal Level 90.

Completed all of his Summon Boards and Force Enhancements. Bought his Bloom Stone.

Got enough copies of Weiss's 35cp to be able to fully MLB my first copy without having to use a single Power Stone. For his 15cp, LD, and Ex, just spent all the Power Stones needed to fully MLB said weapons.

Although I also got multiple dupes of Weiss's Ex, for now, opted not to fuse these dupes together since said weapon gives a pretty good A Sphere when fully maxed out.

Spent the Book and Ingots needed to Purple or get Weiss's Ex to Ex+ 3/3.

Then spent the High Power Stones needed to fully MLB Weiss's FR.

Spent the Book and Ingots needed to Green his Burst weapon or get it to BT+ 3/3.

Bought all of Weiss's armor and leveled and maxed them all out. Then spent the Book and Ingots needed to Blue his High Armor.

After that, unlocked and completed all of Weiss's Character Enhancement Boards for his 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, and FR.

Now he's nearly complete. Just need to farm for his Artifacts and give him some Spheres.

Spheres for Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

Weiss's Sphere slots are A, A, and A. He's a DPS who deals off-turn damage so he wants Spheres that increase his ATK and/or BRV damage.

Was trying to decide if I want to give him triple ATK up Spheres, triple BRV damage up Spheres, or a combination of both.

For triple ATK up, was thinking of his own (+15%), King's from Final Fantasy Type-0 (+20%), and Noel Kreiss's from Final Fantasy XIII (+15%).

In order to proc the ATK up from King's Sphere, the char it's on needs to break an enemy. Since Weiss deals pre-emptive damage by attacking right before another char moves, it should be easy enough for him to keep this Sphere active most, if not all, the time.

Weiss's own Sphere requires the char it's on to have their HP be at least 50% of their max at the start of the last wave so was a little unsure about using this Sphere.

But, these days, fights almost always only have 1 wave and even in quests with multiple waves, the last one tends to be the most dangerous anyway, so I guess this Sphere isn't that bad.

Noel's Sphere just requires the char it's on to attack broken enemies so this should be active pretty much all the time.

For triple BRV damage up, was thinking of Cloud Strife's from Final Fantasy VII (+10%), Vayne Carudas Solidor's from Final Fantasy XII (+10%), and either Gau's from Final Fantasy VI (+10%) or Edgar Roni Figaro's from Final Fantasy VI (+10%).

Cloud's Sphere "raises BRV damage dealt with critical hits by 10%". Gau's Sphere "increases BRV damage dealt by 10% while HP is max". Vayne's Sphere "inreases BRV damage dealt by 10%" when the char it's on attacks broken enemies.

Edgar's Sphere increases BRV damage dealt by 10% as long as there's a debuffed enemy. Weiss doesn't inflict debuffs. But I usually bring debuffing Calls anyway, and I do have lots of other chars who can debuff enemies and who can be on the same team as Weiss.

Since I was considering Weiss's Sphere, also found myself looking at Sephiroth's (from Final Fantasy VII) Sphere which raises ATK and MAX BRV by 10% but only for the last wave and only if the char it's on has at least 50% of their max HP.

I've had my first copy of Sephiroth's Sphere for what feels like forever now. It's a good Sphere but the fact that it was only active on the last wave had me reluctant to use it. But, as mentioned, nowadays, fights usually only have 1 wave so it should be fine to use this Sphere.

Anyway, since I was considering giving Weiss his own and Sephiroth's Sphere, I thought I might as well give him Spheres that were all from Final Fantasy VII chars. So something like his own, Sephiroth's, and either Cloud's or Tifa Lockhart's (+10% ATK up).

But then I thought, wait, since Weiss and Sephiroth both have white or silver hair, why not go for another Sphere that's also from a white or silver-haired char? That seemed more appealing to me so I started looking for possible A Spheres that belong to chars who fit that description.

Since Weiss's and Sephiroth's Spheres already raise the ATK stat, I thought the third Sphere should be one that increases BRV damage dealt.

Looking at a list of BRV damage up A Spheres, the only chars who give said Spheres and who have white or silver hair are Kuja from Final Fantasy IX and Seven from Final Fantasy Type-0.

Seven's Sphere requires its user to deal weakness BRV damage. Weiss deals non-elemental BRV damage so he can't proc this Sphere unless he's been enchanted with an element.

Kuja's Sphere requires its user to deal AoE BRV damage. Weiss does have attacks that deal AoE BRV damage but he also has single-target attacks as well.

I thought about equipping Weiss with Kuja's Sphere anyway, but I was having second thoughts because of its activation condition. Yeah, Weiss can proc the effects of this Sphere often or even all the time but I'd rather increase the BRV damage of all of his attacks, not just the ones that are AoE.

So after thinking about it some more, ended up equipping Weiss with the following real A Spheres:

Sephiroth's (from Final Fantasy VII) Last Boost Attack Up A Sphere

Raises own MAX BRV, ATK by 10% if HP at least 50% of MAX at start of last wave *Does not stack with same sphere

Weiss the Immaculate's (from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII) Last Attack Up A Sphere

Raises own ATK by 15% while HP is at least 50% of MAX at start of last wave *Does not stack with same sphere

Vayne Carudas Solidor's (from Final Fantasy XII) Breaking Power A Sphere

When attacking target afflicted with Break: Increases BRV damage dealt by 10%

Artifacts for Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

Started farming for Weiss's Artifacts. It took some time but was eventually able to get him triple ATK 108 with Deepest Deepground Soldier Up★★ (While Deepground Ruler active: Raises own MAX BRV, ATK by 5%).

Also got him 1 ATK 108 with MAX BRV 330 and 3 MAX BRV 330 with Deepest Deepground Soldier Up★★ Artifacts.

That should have been the end of the farming but then I soon felt the need to get Weiss Artifacts that all cost only 5cp. This is the lowest cp cost while the highest is 15.

But it's absolutely not necessary to get Weiss all 5cp Arts, especially since with the current triple perfect Artifacts that I already have for him, still have more than enough space to equip all of his passives and weapons and such.

I guess the reason why I felt the need to farm Weiss all 5cp Artifacts is because of Sephiroth. Currently, my Sephiroth actually has all 5cp Artifacts. This didn't happen on purpose though. Well, not exactly.

Farmed for Sephiroth's Artifacts a long, long time ago. Back then, Artifact farming was way harder and more annoying. Every time Sephi's Arts were available, I farmed for them until I was eventually able to get him perfect Artifacts. Somehow got lucky in that a few of the Artifacts I got for him only cost 5cp.

So later, much, much later, long after I'd already gotten perfect Arts for Sephiroth, I found myself thinking - well, some of his Artifacts already cost 5cp, so why not farm some more and see if I can change the rest of his Arts to 5cp too?

This happened a while ago so don't remember the exact details anymore but I think this happened during one of those times when Seph's Eidojas showed up in a co-op shop again.

I think I already finished farming for the other chars that were featured alongside Sephi, or maybe I thought that since I was already farming for those other chars anyway, then I might as well farm for Sephiroth too.

Either way, ended up farming for Sephiroth until I was able to get him all 5cp Arts.

This definitely took a long time to finish. Don't think I would've bothered to do this if I didn't already have a few 5cp Artifacts for Sephiroth.

Anyway, it also took me a lot of time before I was finally able to get Weiss all 5cp Artifacts.

Glad to finally be over and done with all this farming. Thankfully, not getting the urge to do this for other chars, at least not at the moment.

I think the only other char I'd bother to do this for would be Genesis Rhapsodos from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII. That is, once he finally (hopefully) gets added as a playable char in Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia.

Currently, Genesis is my absolute, most fave Final Fantasy char so if (when, please) he finally gets to DFFOO, will definitely want to fully build him and max him out, which includes giving him the best of everything like equipping him with the perfect Spheres, etc.

For now, I guess Weiss will be the closest I’ll get to having Genesis in DFFOO, at least until they actually and finally add him to this game. Hopefully, they’ll do that soon.

Anyway, now that I have all 5cp Artifacts for Weiss, he's finally fully complete.

Have a Level 5 of 5 Sword Ultima Weapon so equipped that to him as well.

Can't wait to try him out in some endgame content.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on either of the Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banners? What do you think about Weiss the Immaculate? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

#dissidia final fantasy opera omnia #weiss the immaculate #dirge of cerberus: final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 #crisis core: final fantasy vii #games #dffoo #gacha games #weiss

[oh-three]

Okay, but I was watching the Making of PJO special, and one guy called it "Percy Jackson season one" and now I'm almost certain they're going to adapt the other books.

Also I can't not mention the five seconds of Star Wars props in the background. I see you, Grogu, Chewbacca, and Boba. Don't think I don't.

Walker, Aryan, and Leah really do have amazing chemistry though. And Walker's chemistry with Charlie.

They really put so much into this series, and it shows. There's something about watching the BTS, watching it happen that makes it feel so nostalgic both toward my childhood and the books themselves.

"She can really scream." 😂 Walker is Percy Jackson.

This is the best thing about watching BTS footage. Watching the cast bond, watching them become a family, watching them teach each other and lift them up to their full potential. I miss when BTS releases used to be more common. I'm very glad that this show got theirs released.

Walker is actually very inspirational though. He's so talented, and so invested in his work- I can only imagine how his career will develop. He deserves the attention he's getting.

I will never not say how much I love that Cerberus is a Rottweiler. All the the creatures are amazing in this show, but as someone who's owned a Rottie-Lab mix, there's something so personal about Cerberus.

Something, something, the producers hiring teachers to continue Aryan, Walker, and Leah's schooling while they create this. And the way they remain so positive throughout juggling both.

Bear McCreary is underrated.

I knew the casino gave me mall vibes. Good use of something that was never completed, though, and I like that it's not being wasted.

There's also something really awesome about the younger cast interviewing the actors of the Gods.

Coming back to my first note, Walker just said "next season." They are totally doing all the books, right? Right?? 🥺

Also, Walker's dad deserves a shout-out for being so supportive. It's so wholesome.

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv

[cr-noble-writes]

Alex Shepard character info

Alex Shepard: biotic adept and later vanguard Background: Earthborn/raised by an Asari Psych Profile: Sole Survivor Relationship: Kaidan Alignment: Starts out Paragade, leans more Renegon in ME2, and breaks about even during ME3 Ending: Destroy

He was born in Brooklyn, spent the first 12 years of his life between a small, shitty catholic orphanage and the streets of New York. He was something of a runner for the reds for about 4 years until he hopped a civilian cargo ship off Earth and ended up in the Asari colony of Blackdamp on Asteria. He got adopted by an Asari and spent his teen years there.

At 18, he leaves home to join the Alliance, which begins his very strained and rocky military career. He's not particularly fond of the Alliance as an organization, especially when they tell him that he has to cut ties with his Asari family (basically because he has to prove he's loyal to humanity/the Alliance, not the Asari), but he agrees because he feels like this is the only way for him to get what he wants out of life, which is mostly just to help the little people that no one else cares about. He meets Reyes Vidal in basic training, and they becomes friends pretty quickly, and after BT they are lovers for several years (its definitely an exclusive thing, but they don't get to see each other very often).

Basic training and most of Alex's early career is pretty difficult. He has to deal with a lot of superiors that really dislike him and generally go out of their way to make his life miserable, and he makes very few friends. Then Akuze happens, and he gets a commission and a commendation, and Anderson recommends him for ICT. He and Reyes kind of fall completely apart after Akuze, and while Alex has a couple of less serious relationships, he's mostly alone until the Normandy, where he ends up with Kaidan.

Then Alchera happens, and Alex Struggles™️ to deal with the whole Cerberus thing. He isn't sure he's still himself, and Kaidan basically saying he doesn't know if the person he's looking at is actually Alex makes things like 10000 times worse.

By the end of the ME2 timeline he's very much like "Alex is dead, I'm just Shepard now, and who even cares what happens to him". He gets a little better during his isolation because mandated therapy, and he actually listens to his therapist. But with the war he definitely backslides for a bit and struggles throughout to maintain his sense of identity.

He does end up with Kaidan eventually, but basically his life is a tragedy of Grecian proportions, which is fitting as he is kind of obsessed with Greek mythology lol

#oc info #Alex Shepard #Mass Effect #For exchanges

[heroesofolympusrp]

RESERVATIONS

(expiring oct. 8)

[cerberus] aespa's aeri uchinaga (giselle) / undecided.

[turbulent] xeed's shin jaemin / son of zeus.

[dawn] bts’ park jimin / son of dionysus.

[caduceus] lesserafim's huh yunjin / daughter of hermes.

APPLICATIONS

none yet!

#heroes: reservations.

[ariesgamesandminis]

Just in for BattleTech from Iron Wind Metals!

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AC-001 Single Micro Fighter Base and Stand

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[therealmintedmango]

Cerberus - Part Two and a Half

Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut

Rating: NC 18+, Explicit

Words: 900+ (Just kind of a teaser to get me back into writing this story!)

Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader

Warnings: Dark themes; Possible Yandere Vibes in the future; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Implied Incest (nothing happens - I promise); Mentions of being naked/ being seen naked; I think that’s it.

Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind , @deeepvibes, @heoniebaby, @xxsunny-side-upxx

Cerberus Playlist (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!

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A shot from the nose of a gun rings out in the middle of the wood. The sound is jarring, spooking the horses they ride upon— but, only for a moment. Mid-mornings are for the prince’s to have a moment to themselves, to talk and convene, like their own personal meeting that takes place every day. Just the seven brothers, safe for the horses, the hunting dogs that yelp and yip with glee, and some trusted staff who have loyal tendencies in their sinew and marrow. Small woodland creatures scatter as the pheasants the group were tracking are flushed from their hiding spaces in the thicket.

For they all weren’t blessed to have been birthed under the warm and pregnant harvest full moon like they were.

“Excellent shot, Hoseok.” Taehyung smiles his boxy grin at his elder brother as he directs his horse to be placed next to his.

A trail of hot breath exited the mouth of the third-eldest, whipping and whispering away into the afternoon air. The loudest, most outgoing brother always seems to become lethally quiet when he is focused; eyes trained and nerves unwavering. He would surely be Bangtan’s tactical genius or a general one of these days. Hoseok reloads and fires at the bird with ease, directing one of their staff to go retrieve his fresh slain kill. His wolffish grin is not lost, his brothers echoing his silent, devious smirk as they clap their leather gloves together.

“I feel bad leaving her back at home by herself.” Jungkook turns his head back to the direction of their foreboding estate, his smile faltering.

“Come now, she’s not a child.” Yoongi scoffs, smoothing the hairs on his horse's neck. “She is free to do as she pleases. I see no band on her finger.”

“I know.” Jungkook retorts with a low growl. “Do we think she was being hunted?”

“Who would want to hurt an angel that divine?” Taehyung rumbles, his timbre darkening with the thought.

“She’s awfully frightened.” Jimin says.

“Speak for yourself.” Yoongi grumbled under his breath, but they all heard his remark regardless.

“She might be a liability, hyung.” Namjoon sighs, looking out at the bright horizon of the wood, the sun hanging very high in the pale blue sky. “What if it’s a trap and she is a witch or a demon or worse sent from our friends beyond this world?”

“She is human.” Hoseok sneers, lip curling. “She is human. You can smell the earth and sweat on her flesh.” His eyes flashed a danger deep amber as he shot the last of the flock of game bird.

“Let’s not waste anymore time.” Seokjin asks over the din of the dogs barking in delight and his brothers bickering atop their steads. He raised his brows and they all quieted down at once. “Though she seems harmless and is quite stunning, we have to approach this diplomatically.” The brothers all nod. This was the way it worked here. “I will go down the line in our regular fashion and I want you to tell me if she stays or goes.”

Seokjin’s amber gaze drifted to the second born brother. “Yoongi?”

“Stay.” Yoongi said, almost a little too quickly.

“Hose-“

“Stay.” Hoseok cut him off, nostrils flaring in annoyance. “She is staying.”

Seokjin sighs with a soft smile, directing his question next to the next in the line up. “Namjoon?”

Namjoon pauses, looking down at his leather saddle, weighing his decision heavily. “Goes.”

“Stay.” Jimin did not wait to be called on, his soft smile was endearing, his pale cheeks flushed. From the cold or from the girl, Seokjin could not tell.

“Me too.” Taehyung speaks up, eyes narrowing at his older brother. “Stay.”

“She has to stay, hyung.” Jungkook looks between Namjoon and Seokjin. “She belongs here. With us.”

“My vote is she stays.” Seokjin nods, his rich orbs finding his very intelligent middle brother who looks away. “However, any witchcraft or mysterious activity with her and she is out. She is to be treated with the highest respect like we would a royal guest. I do not want you lot courting her; do not disrespect her or our name in the process of her staying with us. We have to figure out who she is…and why was she in the wood and from our neighbors from the south, no less…” He exhales a breath looking at each of his brothers faces. Their attention was focused solely on him as he says, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal.” Yoongi smirks, his white hair reflecting the bright sun as they make their way back through the forest, their birds and dogs in tow. The meeting was drawing to a close on this fine afternoon.

“Let’s make sure she is comfortable during her stay in Bangtan.” Seokjin smiles, some malice and mirth behind his lush lips and soft tone, his pointed canines glimmering like freshly washed china.

One of their hound dogs lets out a wail of a hound and most of the brothers can help but laugh.

———-

Author’s Notes: I hope y’all listen to the playlist when reading! It’s still a work in progress, so don’t judge it too much! Also, I really want to focus on this story so I’ll be channeling my attention into this story when I’m not at school or at work! Xoxo

———-

PART TWO l PART THREE

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #bts #jung hoseok #min yoongi #park jimin #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #werewolf #werewolf AU #BTS werewolf #BTS werewolf au #cerberus #BTS Cerberus

[lexhokage]

Death Stranding characters as Greek myth folks??

Send me headcanons pls. This can be a relation between their traits or just for the

Aesthetic

Inb4: "OP is this just an exucse for you to bring up your Hades!Higgs au?"

Because yes....yes it is

#death stranding #higgs is hades #cerberus BT

[yagodichjagodic]

New additions to my ‘KPOP x Mythology’ collection! 1. Blackpink’s Jennie as a Sphinx. 2. Mamamoo’s Hwasa as a Lamia. 3. Shinee’s Jonghyun as Orpheus. 4. Bangtan’s Namjoon as Hades. More coming soon!!! IG: theidolcollective Twitter: idol_collective Shop: theidolcollective.com

#blackpink #jennie kim #lamia #sphinx #hwasa #mamamoo #jonghyun #shinee #orpheus #greek mythology #egyptian mythology #hades #namjoon #kim namjoon #kim jonghyun #cerberus #kpop #fanart #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #bangtan boys

[freyayuki]

Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia Weiss the Immaculate and Rem Tokimiya Banners

The Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate story chapter event just started in the Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia (DFFOO) mobile game. This story chapter came with 2 banners.

Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate Banner 1

The Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banner 1 features the following chars and their weapons:

Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII (#ad) - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Force or FR, and Burst or BT

Rem Tokimiya from Final Fantasy Type-0 - Force only

Nine from Final Fantasy Type-0 - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Papalymo Totolymo from Final Fantasy XIV - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for all of Weiss's weapons. He's the latest playable char to be introduced in Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia.

Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate Banner 2

The Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banner 2 features the following chars and their weapons:

Rem Tokimiya from Final Fantasy Type-0 - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, LD, Force or FR, and Burst or BT

Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII - Force only

Cissnei from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Relm Arrowny from Final Fantasy VI - 15cp, 35cp, Ex, and LD

Have everything on this banner except for Weiss’s FR and Relm's LD.

Thoughts about Weiss the Immaculate from Dirge of Cerberus: Final Fantasy VII

IIRC, before Weiss was announced to be the next playable char in the Japanese version of Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia, there was a hint that the next new char would be someone who uses a sword as a weapon. There was also a strong possibility that this char would be from Final Fantasy VII.

When I heard about that, I immediately thought that this was referring to Genesis Rhapsodos from Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII.

Currently, Genesis is my absolute, most fave Final Fantasy char so needless to say, was really hoping that he would indeed be the newest playable char for DFFOO. Been looking forward to him being added to this game for what feels like forever now.

Sadly, gonna have to wait even longer for his first appearance in DFFOO because I soon found out that the aforementioned hint of a FF7 sword user being the newest Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia char was actually referring to Weiss.

Was really disappointed when I heard that because I was really hoping that Genesis would be added to this game already.

For now, I guess Weiss will be the closest I'll get to having Genesis in DFFOO, at least until they actually and finally add him to this game. Hopefully, they'll do that soon.

Because of Weiss's connection to Genesis, planning to pull for him although I'm still disappointed he turned out to be the new char instead of my fave Genesis. At least Weiss is apparently pretty good in DFFOO.

Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate Banner 1 Free Multi-Draw Tickets Results

Have 3 multi-draw tickets that can be used on either of the Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banners. Decided to use all 3 of these tickets on banner 1.

The first ticket gave me my first copy of Weiss's Ex.

Yes! Pleased to see this.

Since this is also the very first weapon I ever got for Weiss and since I haven't played through the new story chapter yet, obtaining said weapon automatically recruited him to my chars list.

The second ticket gave me a dupe of Nine's 15cp as well as my first copies of Weiss's 15cp and 35cp.

The third ticket gave me dupes of Papalymo's 15cp and 35cp.

But aside from that, much to my surprise, this pull also gave me my very first copy of Weiss's Burst weapon.

Hell, yes! Super pleased to see this. Now just need his LD and FR then I can be done with this banner.

Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate Banner 1 Multi-Draws Pulls Results

Currently have 1244660 gems on hand. Here are the results of my multi-draws on the Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banner 1:

1/11 - dupe of Papalymo's Ex

3/11 - 2 dupes of Weiss's 35cp and 1 dupe of Nine's LD

2/11 - dupes of Weiss's Ex and Nine's 35cp

1/11 - dupe of Weiss's Ex

4/11 - dupes of Weiss's Ex, Nine's 35cp, and Papalymo's 35cp and Ex

4/11 - dupes of Papalymo's 15cp and 35cp and Weiss's 35cp

But aside from that, this pull also gave me my very first copy of Weiss's FR.

Hell, yes! Super pleased to see this. Now the only weapon I'm missing for him is his LD. Hope it shows up soon.

But it looks like I'm gonna have to pity it. At least already have 180 G Tokens on this banner, and it's much cheaper to pity a LD as opposed to having to pity a FR or BT.

2/11 - dupes of Papalymo's LD and Weiss's Ex

And that's it. Down to 1209660 gems and now have exactly 200 G Tokens on this banner, the exact amount I need to exchange for Weiss's LD.

Looks like I ended up having to pity it after all. Ah, well. It's fine. At least I was able to get all his other weapons easily enough.

Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate Banner 1 G Token Exchange Shop

Went to the Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banner 1 G Token Exchange Shop to get Weiss's LD and that was when I noticed that the image of Papalymo's LD on said shop doesn't have a red check mark yet.

Welp, as it turns out, I have a copy of this weapon but it hasn't been limit broken at all so the dupe I got earlier wasn't just yet another Power Stone.

Anyway, so I exchanged the 200 G Tokens I just got for 1 copy of Weiss's LD.

After that, I started building Weiss but gonna have to talk about that in another post since this one is already nearing the max limit of 30 pics.

Conclusion

So, what about you? Did you pull on either of the Act 4, Ch. 4, Pt. 1: The Planet and the Immaculate banners? What do you think about Weiss, Rem, and all the other chars featured on these banners? Feel free to share your thoughts and opinions by leaving a comment below or by reblogging or replying to this post.

Notes:

screenshots are from my Dissidia Final Fantasy: Opera Omnia game account

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THE DEVIL IN DECEMBER [ j. jungkook ]

↬︎ group: bts

↬︎ pairing: hades!jungkook x black!reader

↬︎ warning(s): cursing nsfw hints

PLOT. headcanons on hades!jungkook celebrating christmas with you.

ADVISORY. yes yes i know hades isn’t really the ‘devil’ in other modern religions and lore but we gonna pretend.

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➝︎ he hated christmas.

➝︎ literally the god of the underworld. why tf would he like christmas.

➝︎ but then here you come, with your christmas cookie recipes and hot drinks, and he can’t help but wanna make you happy.

➝︎ it doesn’t snow in hell, but if you like the aesthetic them he’ll take you to one of those places with the perfect view of snow out your window and it only be the two of you in a five mile radius.

➝︎ he’s definitely fucking you several times throughout y’all’s trip. you wearing an ugly christmas sweater while getting your guts rearranged and watching the snow fall.

➝︎ loves dancing with you though. even if it is to another michael bublé christmas album. really loves when you play jazz or swing music. fucking loses his mind when you play r&b christmas hits.

➝︎ goes through the annoying process of buying a christmas tree for you despite him being able to simply conjure one up.

➝︎ does change the tree to a black color instead of green and all of your decorations are either black, white, or red.

➝︎ makes stockings with you for you, him, and cerberus. draws the line at making stockings for his family.

➝︎ actually enjoys buying you gifts (it’s his favorite thing ever) and wrapping them up for you.

➝︎ reads you stories on his throne in front of the blazing fire at night.

➝︎ takes christmas pics with you to send to family. absolutely relishes in the fact that you the baddest to ever do it.

➝︎ absolutely despises eggnog. really really really hates that shit. almost burnt the fucking world up bc who invented that?? who thought that was a good idea??

➝︎ ugly christmas sweaters he enjoys making. loves putting you in the ugliest shit bc it’s funny. frowns like hell when you put in him in something hideous tho.

➝︎ avid hot coco drinker. y’all left milk and cookies for ‘santa’ and he ate that shit. claiming that santa is basically satan just rewritten.

➝︎ fav christmas movie is ghost of christmas past. or nightmare before christmas. or home alone 💀

➝︎ eats those hallmark and netflix christmas movies up though.

➝︎ ends up growing to appreciate christmas bc it’s one of the happiest times for you and him and he loves seeing you happy.

➝︎ will NOT clean that shit up though. you better off askin one of da souls to help.

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