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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

[ggukkiearchive]

Pairing:  Jungkook x Reader Author: @therealmintedmango Length: one shot | part of the The Deadly Predator Hybrid Series Word Count: 7.8k Genre: smut, fluff, slight angst, hybrid au, college oc, golden eagle hybrid!jungkook

Smut Tags/Warnings: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, first times, fingering, 

Summary:

Jungkook’s blood boils, realizing they are exchanging numbers. He bristles and scoffs out loud up in the shadow of the clouds. What was so great about this human? Nothing. Jungkook reminds himself that he is the superior being, one with perfect eyesight, hearing, wings - all of his senses and abilities were heightened because he was born as a raptor hybrid. He was a monster in the sky

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#jungkook ao3 fic recs #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook hybrid au #jungkook fic recs #fic: high #author: mintedmango #bts themed series #series: the deadly predator hybrid series #ggukkiearchiveAO3 #mintedmango #therealmintedmango

[longtimenospooning-luci]

AO3 Recs

Updated 2/27/23

Member x Reader:

To love, to protect, to claim by Burn_The_Magpies_Wings (Jimin)

Limbo by yoongimingyu (Namjoon)

I'll take you from him by KellyMcAllister (Namjoon)

First Words by caffeinegremlin (Yoongi)

Tell Me You Love Me by effelishere (Yoongi)

Over and Out by bangtanstanst (Namjoon)

Riding Red by btsstan12 (Jungkook)

Don't talk to the neighbours by Hopefulbangtan (Yoongi)

Set Me Free by justatiredpotato (Yoongi)

Kalokagathia by dalgi_jungoo (Jungkook)

Keep Me Safe by tanniefic (Hoseok)

The Web You Weave by Lu_luebells (Hoseok)

Adorable Psychopaths by flickeringwarmth (OT7)

Homecoming by Seokiecoffee/SaccharineCoffee (Yoongi)

Priestess & Serpent by AEM888 (Taehyung)

Taboo Attachment by AEM888 (Jimin)

Dwindling Healing by btsstan12 (Jimin)

Flowers Need Time To Bloom by Snurt (Jungkook/Taehyung)

House of Hope by arghsigh (OT7)

Redamancy by dalgi_jungoo (OT7)

Meritocracy by saylilirose (OT7)

Protection Squad by CheeWrites (Yoongi)

A Sea of Indigo by foxymoxy (Jungkook)

Save Me by avomina & velaris28 (Yoongi/Namjoon)

Kingdom Come by mintedmango (Jungkook)

Member x Member

Let me clean your wounds by outro_taegi (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Smoke and Ash by Smiles (Jin/Yoongi)

Inspired Series: Breathing Fire by oops(hobbes1234)

Of Coffee and Compulsions by ugheuphoric (Yoongi/Taehyung)

A shot in the arm by jkwrites (Yoongi/Namjoon)

Tell Me Again by Oh_Hey_Tae (Yoongi/Taehyung)

Here Is What I Know by Oh_Hey_Tae (Namjoon/Jungkook)

Charmed by kaythebest (Jin/Namjoon)

Found You by Oh_Hey_Tae (Jin/Namjoon)

An Acquired Taste by achy_breaky (Yoongi/Hoseok)

What is Mr. Min Hiding? by faeriebell (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Soundtrack for a broken heart by Ferris_Wheel (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Fire Lilies by themarmalade (Yoongi/Namjoon)

Rough Men Stand Ready by astralminnie (Yoongi/Hoseok)

It's too early for this shit by babybaekxing (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Pull Me Under, Drink Me In by Hpgirl4ever (Yoongi/Taehyung)

Felines and Flowers by YooniesPouts (Yoongi/Jimin)

Collision by bri607 (Yoongi/Jungkook)

Be Mine by ChimmyxKookies (Jimin/Jungkook)

Promise by ChimmyxKookies (Jimin/Jungkook)

I'm Fine by Ilnyh (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Into the Rift by Yumi44 (Yoongi/Hoseok)

Any Day Spent With You is My Favorite by Windshieldwipernoises (Yoongi/Hoseok)

#ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts recs

[star-my]

BTS Fic Recs ☆ Ao3

These are all available on ao3 as of April 2024 (I had more but some fics/accounts weren't available anymore). Some require an account to view them. Some are likely crossposted on tumblr as well.

~TUMBLR RECS COMING~

Almost all are complete works, those with "+" after WC are incomplete.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

OT7/Multi

☆ Scarlet Handprints by Risingstorm15 | Mafia AU, Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Hybrid AU | Platonic OT7 | 17k

☆ I'm Not a Vampire (I Promise) by BBQKitten | Supernatural AU, Roommates AU | Platonic OT7 | 4k

☆ Make it Right by Eden (kurokimio) | Mafia AU | 175k

☆ Flux series by dailydoseofdia | Coworkers AU, Office AU | MYG + JJK | 65k+

☆ Break the Ice by minlouvre | Hockey AU | PJM + JJK | 46k

☆ Blood, Sweat, & Tears by dearprudencewithlove | Vampire AU | 750k

☆ Witchcraft series by fiar22 | E2L F2L Witch AU, School AU, Supernatural AU | MYG + PJM | 112k+

☆ The Snowball Effect series (collab) | 155k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Kim Namjoon

☆ Guilty by xJoonChildx | Mafia AU, PA AU | 17k

Min Yoongi

☆ Vows: aka 10 ways to win your husband's heart by hamsterclaw | Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 60k

☆ From the Ashes by bangtanlove86 | Chaebol AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 48k

☆ Arranged Destiny by NunaWriter | Arranged Marriage AU | 21k

☆ Dating Advice by taleasnewastime | F2L Fake Dating AU | 54k

☆ The Arrangemint by Cassakane | Fake Dating AU, Neighbours AU | 9k

☆ and they were roommates (omg they were roommates) by JupiterJoon | Roommate AU | 10k

☆ Look down on me like that by heretobebtstrash | E2L Coworker AU, Office AU | 100k+

☆ The Email by itsallabouthedetails | Coworker AU, Office AU | 25k

☆ A Smartass and an Acutely Vulnerable Scenario by Slatternfemina | Uni AU, Coworker AU | 30k

☆ First Love, Last Love by ryenwrites | High School AU, Uni AU | 33k

☆ Melophile by thepencilnerd | R2L Uni AU | 43k

☆ Flightless Bird, American Mouth by orphan_account | Brother's Best Friend AU, Uni AU | 10k

☆ Matilda by lotuseaters | Brother's Best Friend AU | 140k

☆ If it's Love by tritchie2319 | Brother's Best Friend AU, Rapper AU | 19k

☆ Volume series by mintjoonlep | S2F2L Rapper AU | 87k+

☆ Countermelody by bonvoyage_noona | S2F2L Rapper AU | 100k

☆ Musk by Guessimaclotpole | S2L | 19k

☆ Any of ty_wl_95's one-shots, honestly

☆ His Angel by Nyleze | Mafia AU, PA AU | 72k

☆ Heartless by Ravendipity | Mafia AU | 175k

☆ Safety Pin by marchdahlia | Mafia AU | 38k

☆ Talking Bodies by bangtaninink | Pornstar AU | Minor Multi | 42k

☆ You Think You're So Tough by EvaMariee | S2L Stripper AU | 21k

☆ No Face by seokology | (Crossroads) Demon AU | 11k

☆ Ice Cold by mintedmango | E2L Supernatural AU, Krampus AU | 14k

☆ What is Written by Lu_luebells | Supernatural AU, Grim Reaper AU | 26k

☆ helLO pARADISE, mY NAMe IS by seokology | Greek Myth AU, Hades AU | 10k

☆ Owner Training by Ungnyeo | Hybrid AU, Roommates AU? | 27k

☆ The Velvet Devil by mxlia | S2L Vampire AU, Bar AU | 10k

☆ His First Love by Justimajin | Vampire AU, Reincarnation AU | 40k

☆ Please don't leave me by minhoneykisses | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 12k

☆ Blood, Sweat & Texts by JHopeissoOMG | Canon Idol-verse | 13k

☆ Willing Captive by JJ_daydreaming | Canon Idol-verse | 7k

☆ Rise of the Nation's King by Justimajin | Daechwita AU | 19k

Jung Hoseok

☆ Dalliance by sugalights | Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ I Can't Betray You by Jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue | Mafia AU | 17k

☆ upbeat by fizzydrink698 | BFF2L Rapper AU, Uni AU | 12k

☆ an abundance of scrunchies by bluesxde | E2F2L Single Dad AU | 24k

Park Jimin

☆ Failure to Communicate by stutterfly + taehyungforreal | Uni AU | 21k

☆ Raise the Bar by DayStar | Vampire AU, Bar AU, Coworkers AU | 10k

☆ Married to a Playboy by Armygirl0616 | Arranged Marriage AU | 36k

☆ Never Falling by dailydoseofdia | Singer AU, PA AU | 20k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Not that good by taleasnewastime | Uni AU | 20k

☆ The Mob Boss Wants Forever! by ArielleWrites | Mafia AU | 45k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ Chasing Butterflies by ddaenggtan | Uni AU, Nerd AU | 13k

☆ Perverted Bunny Mask by Btsinned | E2L Mafia AU | 88k

☆ Devil in a New Suit by makotako | S2F2L | 23k

☆ Knights of the Night by StoryRodeo_333 | Uni AU, Vampire AU | 55k

☆ Kingdom Come by mintedmango | Dragon AU | 28k

☆ Make You Mine by ColorMePurplex2 | Omegaverse AU | 11k

☆ Chasing Shadows by ColorMePurplex2 | Sherlock AU | 22k

☆ Liability by AlexLorchan | F2L | 21k

☆ Prisoners of the Moon by wishfulwrites | Werewolf AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 42k

#star speaks #bts fic rec #group: bts #member: ot7 #type: fic #can you tell who my biases are by the sheer number of recs compared to the others :p #(I promise I love Jin too I just don't have any ao3 recs for him currently) #bts fic recs

[yandere-society]

The Baron

Sypnosis: You can’t believe it’s him. The man your stuffy family is forcing you to marry is this self-righteous playboy figure - Kim Seokjin. And on Valentine’s Day no less. You know that there’s more than meets the eye with this man, that he’s harboring a dark secret or something, you just don’t want him for better or for worse.

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,700+

Admin: @mintedmango​

Valentine’s Day Event Masterlist

Trigger Warnings: Yandere-themes. Potential stalking, murder/killing.

“I’m not doing this.” You sigh, standing from the futon nestled in the study.

It was just after dinner and your spirits were low. Not to mention, you just wanted to go to bed as soon as possible. You listen to the sporadic pounding of the rain against the brick of the house, distant thunder rolling in the velvet throes of night outside. 

With a grunt, your father glances from the various papers he’s reading, a wooden pipe in his mouth with and a disapproving glare your way. He removes it from his mouth, as he narrows his eyes, finding that you were void of wearing any of the skirts your sisters like to frock around in. Instead, you are in a pair of trousers. Specifically, your hunting trousers. You’re really making a good impression on your stubborn father, aren’t you?  

“Yes. You are.” He grumbles, placing the pipe back into his mouth, fixing his gaze on his scribbled papers again. 

You grip the handle of the door to the study firmly before turning around on your heel. You furrow your brows, the air in the usually calm and peaceful study becoming suffocating with what is silently stirring in the air. 

“No. I’m not.” You snort, shaking your head a little.

“Yes. You are.” Your father responds in a dry manner, not looking at you this time. 

Your nostrils flare, emotions heating up past the point of no return. Stomping your boots across the carpeting, you huff over to your father's desk, folding your arms across your blouse in defiance. “I’m not marrying anyone and I’m not marrying the likes of him, pa.”

“Y/N-“ He sighs, taking his pipe out from under his mustache once again, pinching his brows in between his fingers with his free hand. 

“Listen to me!” You burst out yelling as you slam your hands on his desk. The ink for his pen and your father himself jump at the harsh action. There's a fire in your eyes and your palms sting a little. You are clenching your teeth, while your eyes are brimming with tears, and your stomach in knots and your heart is breaking because your family is basically selling you off to a wealthy family in exchange for estate money. “You can’t make me, pa!” You scream, the tears now escaping your sockets as they travel down to your hot cheeks as you try and fight for your last chance for freedom in your home. “I have a life to live and things to do! I-“ 

“I’m not talking about this anymore, Y/N!” Your father yells back at you, standing to his intimidatingly full height. Lightning illuminates his looming, tall figure in the windows behind him. His eyes bore down on you and your mouth parts in shock. “You’re marrying into the Kim family tomorrow and that’s final.” That’s the last thing he says before you leave the study in an emotional flurry, slamming the door to not only the study but to the last night you have of freedom. 

This has to be the worst day of your life, you think as you fly up the stairs. The house might be asleep from the storm outside, but they would surely be shaken awake from your feet pounding up the wooden stairs and the heavy, short screams that fly out of your mouth. You feel like a child not getting its way, but you really had never felt so insignificant in your life before. 

- A Month Or So Before - 

“A letter came for you today, Lady Y/L/N.” The young butler of the house, Mingyu, calls to you as soon as you enter the house. You just returned back to the house from going on a ride on your trusty horse. The chill of the bitter, cold January wind makes your blood race in your veins as you explore the countryside on your loyal steed, Midnight. The trees, this time of year, weren’t the prettiest - completely bare even - but, nevertheless, you enjoyed the open skies and clean air the beginning of the month brings to the wood. Your family hates when you ride so you saddle up your stead when they are conveniently out of the house. But you know that Midnight enjoys it just as much as you do: the freedom, the chilly stinging wind whipping your face as he gallops down the muddy path toward god knows where. 

“A letter?” You ask the taller butler, taking off your cloak, riding gloves and handing them to the smaller one, Jihoon, who takes them silently with a small smile gracing his features. “For me?” You rarely got mail, and if you did, it was from your grandparents overseas, not from anyone remotely close in distance to you. You couldn’t feel more shocked when you can’t place where the crest was from? Was it a secret admirer? You wonder as you run your fingers over the wax bird, seemingly waiting for the creature to reach out and speak to you.

“Yes,” He nods with a wide grin, handing you the closed scroll with a raven crested wax seal you don’t recognize, and you are about to break it when Mingyu says this: “It was sent directly from the Kim Manor.” 

Your blood that is now pumping, fiery hot freezes to the ice in your veins. Your eye sockets expand, breath hitching as you stand, unmoving, in the foyer of the giant home. 

“Wha-Which Kim Manor, Mingyu?” You puff out a shaky breath, not meeting his gaze.

“Lady Y/L/N?” Jihoon asks up to you as you stare at the raven in the seal. You say nothing as you wait for the taller’s reply.

The blood-red colored wax you are staring at makes you uncomfortable, the little hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention for some reason. The raptor is glowering at you. It’s beady eyes menacing and distant pressed into the wax. You fear it would turn to life and peck your eyes out, as you know the contents of the letter are inherently evil. 

“Kim Manor on Ravenwood Hill, my Lady.” Mingyu nods as he watches your face morph into one of pure terror now. 

“Why would he send me a letter?” You whisper, hands starting to tremble as you slice open the seal with your bare hands. Ouch. Paper cut. “Tsk.” A trickle of blood slips down your pointer finger as Jihoon voices a grunt of concern, handing you his handkerchief. Your timid yet hungry eyes scan the letter and you immediately want to vomit.  You see the words COURTING, MARRIAGE, ESTATE, AND MONEY scribbled in beautiful penmanship and you immediately know that you are doomed. You drop the letter and scamper away to your room whilst the butlers try not to pry during the day too much, until your father comes home the next day and wonders why you are huddled up in your room. 

You never expected this. Not from any man and certainly not from one as well known as he is. 

Kim Seokjin, the Baron of Ravenwood Hill Manor wanted to be your husband and he wanted the marriage post-haste. 

———-

You stand corrected. Today - Valentine's Day - is the worst day of your adult life. 

The heavy chatter and laughter rings throughout the grand, gold ballroom of Ravenwood Manor, filling your head already dizzy with each cackle your mother makes or each drunken toast your father hiccups. The pins your maid Anna has shoved in your hair are making your skull throb from the headache this night is giving you. It was far too tight and stuffy. Your white skirts were far too tight, your breath hitching with every gross restriction of your corset under your elaborate blouse. Your body was so uncomfortable you could barely think, let alone have a proper intelligent conversation with anyone in this room. 

Not that you would want to.

The men and women here you barely know or know nothing about. You could care less about what anyone has to say or their insight on anything. You barely could smile at all the single women in here, as they were shooting daggers at you with their sharp eyes. You hate that you are standing out, wearing this ghastly bright white color. 

A waiter passes by and offers the men beside you champagne, and you bristle whilst you snatch a glass off the gold leaf tray. They eye you with concern as you down the bittersweet drink down your parched throat. 

With a shift from foot to foot wrapped up in heels that rub the skin on the back of your ankle, you sigh, slinking away from the party that was thrown for you. Well, let’s be honest here. It was mostly for him… your husband. Oh, how you loathe that word. Husband. 

“Y/N,” comes the soft, melodious voice of the town's biggest playboy to the side of you, slipping his cold fingers into yours. 

You can’t help but stiffen with a sharp inhale. 

Kim Seokjin, the man who makes men jealous and women weep in his wake, wraps his arm lightly around our waist, guiding you gently to the middle of the ballroom, towards the sea of unfamiliar people. All your body wants to do is run away right now, slip out of this room and find some place to hide. But you do not know this house, nor do you know the people inside of it so you remain trapped in between these four walls with these abhorrent people. 

Not mention… husband. 

He was beautiful, there was no doubt about this. God knew what he was doing when he played a part in creating such a broad-shouldered, puffy-lipped, tall, and charismatic human. You hadn't given him much thought though, because every single woman in the country knows who the dark-haired beauty is and wants a piece of him or his money. There were several Kims in the surrounding area (the Kim’s of Southaven (Namjoon was the closest child they have to you in age) and the Kim’s of Stone Bridge (Taehyung has invited you a few social gatherings as well) but, none was more wealthy, more powerful than The Kim’s of Ravenwood Hill. Their presence was mounting and overwhelming. The men were powerful and entrepreneurs and were to be feared. At least, your father did. Even the women of the family name are influential and that was compelling for you.

But, if you were a man this wouldn’t be happening. If you had a penis, you would get to choose who your bride wanted to be and that was final. If only you had that power, the power to choose for yourself. If only...

You gulp and nod. You can’t meet his piercing gaze though you feel his rich eyes boring into your skin, creating a hole in his wake. “Y/N, come and meet my brother.” You realize right away, it wasn’t a question. 

It was a gentle demand. 

You give another small nod as the pins in your head are starting to push against your skull further, or maybe the throbbing of your brain against its skull was reaching its peak. The music playing from somewhere in the room swells, the laughing increases and you seriously want to faint. It’s too loud, too bright, and the smoke from all the cigars smell too sour in here. 

“Are you feeling ill?” The baron asks you quietly. 

To anyone watching the newlywed couple of Seokjin and yourself, it would seem like a tender moment of him leading you through the crowd. With his arm around your waist, slightly leaned over you with a smile of adoration upon his face. Women might coo and men might nod their heads as they watch you trek through the sea of people. 

But, that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t as loving and as sweet as it may look from afar. 

Your palms were sweaty, blood incredibly icy and stagnant in your veins. You know that Seokjin hasn’t been able to take his amber-colored eyes off of you. He’s been staring, boring a hole into your head this whole day. Sure, it’s been your wedding day as well as Valentine’s Day (plus your first, real interaction with him), so it was only natural that he would be infatuated with you. But you know his eyes aren’t holding you in that regard. They aren’t shining with adoration or affection. 

It was something else. Something misplaced. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it though. 

“Seokmin,” The baron of the estate chirps behind you casually, breaking you from your thoughts. “This is Y/N. Seokmin, this is my wife.” He uses his free hand to sweep the empty air, brandishing you off to his younger brother. 

His brother looks like him with the raven-colored hair and puffy-lipped smile, smaller in frame and not as broad, but he still looks like his older siblings. “How do you do?” He smiles with a small bow and you are inclined to give a small grin one back. “It’s exciting to finally meet you.” He turns his body to the woman with her back turned to him, tapping her shoulder as she laughs, turning to face the group. “This is my wife, Mary.”

She’s beautiful, stunning and charming, with long blonde curls and thick fluttering lashes and by the looks of it, she looks like she is bearing a child. 

“Pleasure,” Mary smirks, looking up and down at your white get up. Those judgmental eyes...

Your cheeks heat in an instant: this is not where you want to be right now. 

“How are you finding Ravenwood Manor in comparison to your former home?” Seokmin asks softly, as Mary threads her fingers in between his. 

“It’s huge.” You chuckle, trying to find an intelligent thing to say to these self-righteous people. “I haven’t had time to see much of it but the outside is just as impressive as the inside is.” You smile, trying to fake your way through this. “The halls and artwork are so elaborate, I’m sure you paid a hefty sum for the big floral vase by the staircase.”

Seokmin’s eyebrows hit his forehead as he watches you talk. “Oh, are you passionate about the arts, Y/N?”

Seokjin’s grasp tightens around your waist ever so slightly. You gulp, still feeling his sharp gaze upon the side of your face. “O-Oh yes!” You chuckle. “Nothing makes me happier than an impressionist painting.” You smile, revealing a small piece of your heart to the family you were shipped away to. 

Seokmin nods as he smiles, earnestly listening to you speak. “So, who is your favorite for that era-“

“When can we expect a child?” Mary quips from next to her husband, who shoots her a curious gaze. You stiffen. The “C” word makes you stiffen once more. That’s the last thing on your mind and also the last thing you wanted to do with… him. Does he even want that? His fingers grip your hips and you shift on your heels uncomfortably. How many women has he had under him already? And why did he pick you of all people? When you look back at Mary, her orbs are full of malice for some reason, throwing a drawer full of sharp knives at you. “That’s more important than art, you know, having a whole lineage of children-“

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate question, Mary.” Seokjin cuts her off, tone pointed at her as her eyes bug out of her head. The aura is dark above you, the stiff and suffocating air around you feels like its tightening its grip on your head. You can feel the grip he had on your arm tighten and you gulp looking back up to him. He’s frowning with such disgust at his brother’s wife, amber eyes sharp and focused on her as if to say back off. Instead he rebuttals rather calmly, “Did anyone ask you that on your wedding day?” 

She says nothing as she moves away from the group to go mingle about the crowd. 

Seokmin sighs as he smiles apologetically at you. “I apologize for her brash behavior. This is our first, so she has children on the brain.” He chuckles and it sounds uncomfortable and forced. 

You shake your head. “I understand.” You don’t, smiling through a lie that you roll with. 

A certain pair of eyes doesn’t miss the way you grin and bear it. He couldn’t stand anyone talking to you like that. And for his brother to just brush off his wife’s distasteful behavior, it makes his skin crawl, his blood boil trapped under his skin.

Seokjin would take care of them. 

You don’t deserve the scum of the earth, the harlots and undesirables looking at you, let alone talking to you. You are good and light and follow the beat of your own drum. You are pure, especially today, dressed from head to toe in the finest of fabrics Seokjin could find. He would do anything for you. He would cleanse the earth five times over just so he could get rid of vile humans who are full of garbage and deceit. Just like those pathetic men who gazed upon you in ill will at parties or talked bad about you in social settings. 

Seokjin would take care of them. 

Seokjin DID take care of them. He had had enough when he had learned she had a young admirer from Bridgestone named Park Jimin. He had to. Seokjin just had to cage you, a beautiful songbird that only craved freedom. He would give it to you of course, in moderation. He decided to do what he could with his power and status of the baron: hide you away from the world, make you his, his one and only. 

You are a queen. He knew this as soon as he saw you fly by on your horse down the dirt path months ago. You were only meant for your king which was of course Seokjin. A bird so rare, so stunning he had to have you as his prize. 

And he made sure all the people of this town knew it.

You were his, for better or for worse, you were Kim Seokjin’s.  

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The celebration continues into the rest of the night, making you grow weary from not going to bed at your usual time. You haven’t realized that the clock was about to strike midnight when the last few people leave the Ravenwood Manor at such a late hour. Seokjin and a butler escort them to the front door, giving you another moment of freedom for the evening. The maids and butlers of the house all come to collect the dishes and trays and take them back to the throes of the kitchen, probably a tad angry it was so late for them as well. 

You slump on an ornate chair, shoes coming off as you rifle through the gems of your skirts, knowing the heel had sliced your ankles. You may be a sweaty, smelly mess, the fireplace just about snuffed out, but you loved the warmth of the flames in the hearth all the while. 

You close your eyes as the staff whizzes around you silently. It’s hard to keep your eyes open. You are just so sleepy. 

Oddly, you didn’t mind that Seokjin stood by your side most of the evening. He only left when he was saying goodbye to his brother and his wife, escorting them out of the room and not returning some time after that. For some reason, you missed him during that period of time. It made your face flush and butterflies roll around in your stomach as you thought about him during his absence. 

Kim Seokjin. A playboy figure huh? He didn’t seem that bad, but this was really the first time you had interacted with him. Everything you heard about him seemed to be gossip and slander at this point. Seokjin was attentive and kind to your desires. He took control of most of the awkward conversations, but always let you speak and never talked over you. It was endearing. Alluring even. You figured for someone of his caliber he would be ignoring you for the rest of his life, not watching you or fetching you drinks, not checking up on you throughout the night or dancing for a few moments in the middle of the ballroom.

Of course, this could all just be an act, a show, for all the lords and ladies he is the Baron over. 

But, you didn’t think it was. You didn’t think he was as low of a guy as everyone around you claimed him to be. 

“Lady Kim?” Your stomach pits at your new last name. You peek an eye open. “Shall I draw you a bath?” A small maid asks you, concern on her face. 

You shake your head. “No, thank you though.”

“Lord Kim insisted though...” she trails off, looking into the doorframe where your husband was last seen. 

You sigh getting up. Time to see with how much I can get away with Lord Kim, you chuckle to yourself in your head. You wince once you stand, your feet hurting immensely. “Please, just show me to my room and I’ll take one in the morning.” You give a wry smile as another maid rushes by with some slippers for you. 

“V-Very well.” She mumbles as she leads you with an oil lamp up the darkened staircase in the east wing of the building, rushing you to the other end of the house. 

It’s certainly huge in here. You should have known Ravenwood Manor would be grand and wide with ornate decor placed perfectly all over the home. Pieces of art of all forms from portraits to paintings hand on the maroon walls. The dim light from the oil lamp makes the large home seem eerie like something was going to spring out and startle you clean out of your skin. You wonder if there were haunts or dark secrets of the home? Sometimes big houses, as grand and proper as they are, hold a vast amount of knowledge about the inhabitants of the house. Past and present. 

“Just down here, my lady.” The maid says quietly, and you wonder if there were more people in the home than just Seokjin, the staff, and yourself. 

Speaking of Seokjin, you briefly wonder if Seokjin has the same tastes as you do? Does he like honey on his toast or does he prefer jam? Does he like the violin or does he prefer the piano? Does he like ragtime music or was he still a fan of the classical genre? Did he enjoy novels or was he a dreamer of a grander life? Was he progressive and enjoyed picture shows or was he a live performance kind of man? Was he into the electric light or was he stuck with these oil lamps and candles for the rest of his life? Did he prefer bitter candy or sweet things? Or was he a man who wasn’t so cut and dry - not so black and white? What was he like? 

Who was the real Kim Seokjin? 

“We are here, my lady.” The quiet maid whispers as she opens the door to a marvelous bedroom that had an oil lamp already running next to the bed, illuminating the stunningly decorated space. You walk into the dim room, eyes drinking in the lavish silks of the curtains. There’s even a small couch and chair close to the vanity in here! You were loving the way your new space was decorated with reds and golds, reminiscent of the raven seal he sent you with the letter asking for your hand in marriage. “Lord Kim has asked you to wear what is on the bed.” 

Your eyes widen, mouth parting in shock, heart dropping to the ornate carpet on the hardwood. The maid closes the door softly, leaving you to stew in the wake of your realization. 

You’ve forgotten what happens on the night of your wedding day. 

You shake your head. You don’t want to do this, but you want to get out of these white garments as soon as possible. You gulp with a shaky breath, feet leading you to the bed to scope out the silk peach slip. You look back at the door, finding it void of a lock which worries you that someone will burst through it and catch you in a vulnerable state. Your hands start to tremble as you reach for the back of your blouse, untying the strings that hold the fabric, binding it together. Luckily, you can get yourself out of the white dress and easily shimmy into the night slip without any help. Just as you fold the white as snow dress over the chair in the corner, there is a soft knock on the wooden door. 

“My lady?” The melliferous voice of your husband voices through the door. 

You stiffen. 

Oh no. Your jaw hardens, biting down on nothing. It’s time. 

“Y/N?” He asks again through the wood, concern laced in his tone. 

“Y-Yes?” You nearly yelp as he opens the door with the confirmation of your voice. 

He opens the door is his own dressed down nightwear, mostly black, making his skin and eye color pop. Seokjin’s features and demeanor are non-threatening, soft and pleasant as he just shuts the door to the room. He smiles softly, those puffy lips pulled in a genuine curve of his lips.

“I just wanted to see you were alright this evening.” He nods to the vanity, pointing to the top of his head. “You want me to...” You cock your head to the side, furrowing your brows with the slant of your mouth. “Your… hair?” 

“Oh! Um… yes!” You awkwardly walk to the vanity as you visibly see his smile growing wider down at you. 

He pulls out the plush red velvet seat, waiting patiently with those gentle eyes that pierce through your rough exterior. You sit, wondering if he has another motive? Not that you can do a thing about your situation, so you nervously fight with your hands, looking at Seokjin through the mirror of the vanity. 

“You looked beautiful tonight.” He practically purrs as he delicately removes the pins that are stabbing your head, gently. “Well, from what I’ve heard about you,” his smile curves further up his flawless face, “you are always beautiful, my lady.” Seokjin’s eyes are not focused on you for once but are intently staring at your twisted up strands as he works to remove the torturous devices Anna slotted into your locks. “These must have been uncomfortable for you huh?” He asks, amber-colored eyes flickering up to find yours in the glass and you nod slightly. 

“Y-Yes.” You agree and he snorts a squeaky chuckle.

“You won't have to wear these again if you don’t want to.” There’s a slight pause and you miss the smirk his pillowing lips curve into as you are gazing the pin he places on the vanity top next to you. 

“What?” Your eyes nearly bug out of their sockets with how large they have expanded. He silently continues to take your pins out of your hair and place them on the marbled counter as you start to gather your thoughts. “S-Seokjin, I-“

“Pardon my intrusion, my lady, but you are free under my care.” Your hair starts to fall as he talks directly to you, making your heart flutter. “You are free to roam, to ride on your horse, to do as you please. But,” most of your hair is falling out of the pinned twists you have shown off all night. You want to scream and shout, your husband was a good person. You knew he wasn’t a terrible person. Oh, phooey to that gossip and slander that is not true. “In exchange,”  Seokin’s voice dips an octave lower, “you can never look at another again.” Your heart stops beating, eyes widening. “I won’t allow it.” His voice is low, commanding you to be focused solely on him and the dark aura that seemingly rises off his body. “You have to love me.” He pulls the last pin and your hair falls to pool around your shoulders. His long, pale fingers trail over your freed locks, letting him run his warm hands through your hair. “And only me.”

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#the baron #tw: stalking #tw: obsession #tw: yandere #tw: potential death #kim seokjin x reader #jin x reader #seokjin x reader #jin #seokjin #kim seokjin #mintedmango

[jaeyongf]

Amy!!!! First! I love you! 💕🌹 SECOND! Can you recommend me some NCT blogs you enjoy if you don’t mind?? 🙌💘

Hi Alexa!!! I love you too 🥰💖

God I follow so many but I’ll try and recommend a few who I lowkey admire 😂

@taeil @leejenos @misskickit @czennie-on-top @jeongzone @johnjeonsuh @markvibes @undertystand @neozoningout @yongcherie @nofilm @curryaboo @dimplesgf @127zone @jadethirwall @johnnysdabpen @nctream @xuxisteeth 💘

#im pretty sure there are a lot more but these are just a few that i love and see often!!! #a few may be multi but i still love them 🥰 #mintedmango #ask

[mintedmango]

Hi everyone who is here! It is I! Alexa! (But, I would really like to be referred to as Mango now.) I have been active on another blog @therealmintedmango for a little while now! Please find me on there for updates and things! I will keep this URL for the time being - I might switch the one I’m active on back to mintedmango but that’s for a later date!

Thanks everyone who has supported me and followed this URL while I’ve been away! @jinpanman saved this for me and was kind enough to give it back to me! 💕 everyone please support them as they are very kind! ❤️ thank you all and if you want to interact or have any questions please visit @therealmintedmango as that’s where I am the most active! 💝

#mintedmango #therealmintedmango #jinpanman

[breadoffoxy]

20 Questions Game

Thank you for the tag @mintedmango!

Name: Sam

Nicknames: Only a few people have ever called me Sammy, but that’s cool if you want to. In grad school I was known as Team Murder for my aggressive gaming play style haha, but don’t worry I never get toxic. 

Zodiac Sign: Pisces Sun and Aries Moon

Height: 5′3, i’m so short!   

Languages Spoken: Mainly just English. I knew some Italian when I studied abroad but lost that now since I never use it really anymore. I also learned a few Japanese sayings for my trip but again lost that too.

Nationality: American

Favorite Season: Fall/Autumn. Love the colors and the weather!

Favorite Flower: Hydrangeas and Bleeding Heart flowers. Roses are high up there too.

Favorite Scent: BREAD! Also Roses, Vanilla, that new video game smell after you unwrap it from plastic.

Favorite Color: Green. It was purple for the longest time. Not going to lie, when I just switched it I pulled a Monty Python Holy Grail moment haha. I also love fall themed color palettes. 

Favorite Animal: Foxes and Red Pandas!

Favorite Fictional Character: I can make you quite the list haha its so hard to choose just one. To keep this short I’ll just say for video games I’ll say Link (Legend of Zelda) & Alloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) and for anime Zoro (One Piece) and Lavi (D.Gray-Man). If you want to know more of my favorites feel free to shout out a title and I’ll yell my favorites back.

Coffee, tea, or hot cholcolate: COFFEE!! Peach tea is nice every now and then though.

Average Sleep Hours: Ideally somewhere between 7-8 hours normally but a lot of the time I have a hard time falling asleep again lately so probably closer to 5-7 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: Dogs for sure. *Insert Mustang’s I love dogs audio here haha*. I’m allergic to cats.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Usually just my sheets and a comforter. In the winter I had that plus 3 additional blankets.

Dream Trip: I want to go to Korea with my oldest sister. She showed me some tattoo artists from there that really cool art awhile back so I would like to go get one with her and see the sights. She would be a good travel companion too besides the friendly teasing if I ended up freaking out about k-pop things there.

Blog Established: This blog has been up since May 2019. Wow almost a year now!

Followers: This blog has 30 followers! Thank you everyone who follows this. I hope this has helped you find good fics! 

Random Fact: I have 2 tattoos. One is Midoriya from My Hero Academia with bleeding heart flowers, and the second is 3 faeries from legend of zelda. I’ve tied a lot of personal feelings into these two I have. I want to get a Zoro tattoo, possibly make it a One Piece sleeve. I really want a BTS tattoo but I’m still trying to figure out a design. I want to have my tattoos be different and unique and not the same as everyone else. 

#tagged #tag game #mintedmango #thanks for sending #this was fun #if anyone wants to chat come say hi

[luxekook]

Pass the happy! 🌸✨🌻💕🌸 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in the notifications! (Hi, Reese! I hope you are having a great day!)

UWU ily alexa, queen of harry potter aus! 

5 things that make me happy:

coffee

family/friends

laughter

bts

helping others

#this is cute #uwu #tag game #mintedmango

[iiasha-archived]

5, 8, 31, & 48 :)

❤️❤️❤️

5. What was your favourite book as a child?

I was absolutely obsessed with the Redwall series... you know about the heroic woodland animals?? god there were so many books and every single one was the exact same but i ate that shit up fjkadslfaj

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

i don’t fucking read anymore 😂 but in general paper

31. Do you like ice in your drinks?

yes!!!! i’m one of those annoying people who eats and chews on ice jdkfajal

48. Describe yourself using one word.

sexy. jfklajfdkla idk actually one word is hard. maybe independent? 

dig a little deeper

#asks #mintedmango #thank youuu

[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

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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

[ggukkiearchive]

Pairing:  Jimin x Reader Author: @therealmintedmango Length: one shot | part of the The Deadly Predator Hybrid Series Word Count: 11k Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, hybrid au, King Cobra!Jimin, snake hybrid jimin, hybrid!reader, Fighter AU

Smut Tags/Warnings:  69 (Sex Position), Two Cocks, mild fight scene, Mild Fighting, Mentions of Blood, mentions of venom, mentions of poison, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasms, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Mild Praise Kink

Summary:

You could feel the eyes of all the animal people in the room on you as you approach the ring quickly. The King was smirking down at you like the almighty jerk that he was. You knew he was a pompous asshat, never really speaking to him but knowing he acted like he was so much better than everyone like he was above them and you were but a mere ant below him.

.

#jimin ao3 fic recs #jimin x reader #jimin fanfic #jimin smut #jimin hybrid au #jimin enemies to lovers #fic: venom #author: therealmintedmango #author: mintedmango #bts themed series #series: the deadly predator hybrid series #ggukkiearchiveAO3 #therealmintedmango #mintedmango

[yminie]

1,9,15,& 20 for the BTS ask game!😘

1. Favorite Album?Ahh, I think my favourite album is Tear with Persona coming in a very close second. :) two very different vibes hahaha.

9. Top 5 songs of _____ (album or year..example top 5 from 2015)?Eee I’m gonna do by year because thats different haha I’m gonna say top songs of 2016 because that was the year I found the boys. In no order, my top 5 songs from 2016 are; Save Me, Young Forever, House of Cards, 2! 3! and Lost :) (I know the first MBMIL albums were in 2015 but the Young Forever Epilogue came out in 2016 hehe :P)

15. If you could give each BTS member an award what would be and why?This is tricky because its hard not to just give them simple silly awards haha. Namjoon would for sure get the award of Knowledge not for the things he knows but the things I’ve come to know because of him :) the way he uses his big brain energy and passes on the large pool of wealth of knowledge is just amazing.Seokjin would get the award for Strength for overcoming so much and not only becoming the great guy he is today but also because of the way he went from being the young one to the eldest and creating such a strong foundation for the boys as a hyung.Yoongi would get the award for Duality but not in the sense of him bein a smol babie and then getting on stage but with the way he’s so strong lyrically but also has a gentle side where he’s open about struggle and the way he can cook and fix things and build stuff and just be an all round perfect man. Okay maybe I’m really trying to say he get’s the soulmate award hahaha.Hoseok would get the award for Optimism since he’s always shone so brightly. That shit is hard and I know even I struggle to just look mildly happy at work on days where I’m really not so him being a never ending source of sunshine and happiness is inspiring.

Jimin would get the award for Captivating everyone so strongly. It doesnt seem to matter what he does or what song he’s performing and really even when he’s not, he has an amazing way of grabbing everyone’s attentions and really drawing you in tight. I’ve been a fan of a lot of things since I was a young girl and I’ve never come across someone so entrancing as Mr Park Jimin.

Taehyung would get the award for Hidden Intelligence. Since the beginning he’s been labelled as the ‘dumb blonde’ of the group but that’s absolute nonsense. The things he knows may not be something you hear about in everyday life and might not be street smarts but that boy knows some facts and he’s got so much power in his mind its amazing.

And finally Jungkook would get the Golden award for just being great all round. The fact that he has amassed such a skill level whilst being my own age really makes me proud. He’s so young but he can do so much and even now he’s not even using his full potential. I’ve never seen someone so gifted with such an amazing set of skills.

20. BTS Unit you admire and you want to see in the future on stage (again)?OOf I REALLY want Yoonmin to make a comeback on stage together. The Tony Montana remix at Muster really lives on in my soul and I can’t wait for them to make another debut :D

send me some of these while I write/work

#mintedmango #asks #ask game

[peonybane]

22, 24, 25!

MISS ALEXA!!!!

22: The last gif you reblogged is your parents reaction if your bias proposes to you.

So because I’ve reblogged a bunch of stuff with gifs, I’m going with the most recent gif set.

Lawd please.

24: First 3 letters of your first name and the last 2 of your biases makes up the name of your new child. What is it?

I’m just saying this is going to be cursed. 

Oli-ng.

I was right.

25: Vegas with your female bias or Disney World with your male?

*looks awkwardly between Siyeon and Taehyung.*

BUT I CANT PICK!!!!!

;.;Also I love you Miss Alexa.

#mintedmango #ask game #asks

[hungline]

Happy birthday! I hope you are doing well and you have the happiest of birthdays! 🥰

thank you so much alexa!!! i hope you’re doing good too 🥺💚💚💚💚

#ask #mintedmango #mutuals #alexa #hbd

[yandere-society]

au where yn and yandere of your choice are childhood friends, and when they meet each other again as adults the yandere gradually becomes obsessed with them? thanks 🌸💕

New Hire

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Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, mentions of potential murder/ death, obsessions/ obsessing over someone, unhealthy thinking and possessive thoughts.

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“Hi,” you grin to the young host as you cheerfully enter into the restaurant fifteen minutes before your first shift was about to start. 

You’ve had kind of a shit day so far and you were hoping that your night only got better from here. Your car was having trouble and not starting until you jumped it with your neighbor, you spilled coffee on your blouse on the way over (which was fine though, your apron should cover it, it was just the principal of the manner), and there was something unusual about your apartment that you couldn’t put your finger on. Every time you keep waking up, all the lights were on, even though you’ve made sure that they were, in fact, turned off. You’ve convinced yourself that it’s faulty wiring but you couldn’t shake the way that this was unnerving you. 

You sigh, trying not to think about it more than you usually do. 

Focusing your mind back to work you walk up through the waiting area toward the young host. Usually, Wednesday nights at EatJin were pretty simple and the staff were mostly the ones you have trained so you know that closing would run pretty smoothly. “Afternoon Chenle.” 

“Y/N!” Chenle’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. You yelp as he swiftly pulls you behind the podium by your elbow. Not that he hurt you, oh gosh no. Chenle was one of the newer staff so you didn’t know him very well, but you knew he would never hurt a fly. You were just caught off guard is all. 

Luckily it wasn’t too crowded or too busy this evening so you weren’t concerned about him acting so unprofessional. But you had a soft spot for his infectious laughter and his kind brown eyes that sparkled every time you spoke to him. 

“Is something wrong?” You say in a hushed voice, eye sockets expanding as they quickly roam the room to locate the jerk who was giving little Chenle trouble. 

Fine dining was so exquisite and such an experience but sometimes the people who sat and enjoyed the chef’s meals were not kind. You were surely not cut from the same cloth, but everyone deserves to be treated with respect and you made sure your staff knew that the customers came first in many aspects but your team were not pushovers. 

The young blonde shakes his head. “Nothings wrong, it’s just that…” he trails off, looking toward table three. 

Was it just you or did you feel like there was another set of eyes watching you for some reason? 

With a flare of your nostrils, you give a quick, sharp dagger-like glare up to the table in the corner of the dining room only to find it empty. Your brow furrows as you turn your attention to Chenle again with whom you’ve noticed hasn’t let go of your arm at all. “Chenle. What is wrong?” 

His eyes nearly bug out of his head with your direct, professional tone that you’ve never used on him. “We just have a-a-a new hire today that-t I d-didn’t kn-know about is all.” He drops the hold he has upon your arm as he stands in front of you, shell-shocked and looking like he was losing color in his face. His rich amber gaze flickers over your shoulder and you can’t help but follow his gaze behind you.

Your brows nearly touch your nose, furrowing so deep. You’ve never seen Chenle so nervous, it was making you, in turn, itch with anxious energy. 

A prickly, throat running incredibly dry, your blood freezing into a thin ice-cold feeling creeps over your senses as you turn and look over your shoulder. Time moved like sticky molasses as you glance behind you. Something isn’t right but you are ignoring the way all the little hairs on your body stand up at attention. 

Your eyes open slowly, mouth parting as your sockets expand. No way! You know this man! There’s no way you couldn’t! You admittedly did have such a crush on him up until the day you moved away, staring at him in the back of your mom’s minivan. Your mom’s were friends since before you were both born, growing up down the street from each other. It was ingrained in your brain that you had to be friends with the little boy with the soft eyes, protecting him from schoolyard bullies and that of the like. Though, it was surprising since you moved away from your hometown a few states away when you were very young. 

But, even though he’s older and immensely more attractive since you were little you’d know that jawline anywhere. 

You point, mouth agape and eyes wide as you rake in the taller frame of your childhood friend with his hands stuffed into his khaki pants that were already in uniform. His light brown strands softly curl around his face, making him look like a sweet cherub. Just as you remember him.

“Park Jimin!”

His eyes that look a little tired crinkle, becoming little half-moons, puffy lips curving into a beautiful smile that was brighter than a thousand of the sun’s rays. “Y/N.” He nearly purrs, nodding his head with his one-worded reply. 

“It’s good to see you!” You cheerfully state, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Jimin’s eyes pop out of his head as you dive in for a tight hug. His hands barely caress your back as you catch him off guard, nearly squeezing the life out of him whilst he stands there completely shell-shocked. 

He smells like sweet musk and a clean man wrapped into one and you try not to inhale in his ear too much. God, you were lonely, weren’t you? How long has it been since you were with a man? 

You gulp and pull away, shaking the self-pitying thoughts away. “Le, is this our new hire?” You ask looking over your shoulder, continuing to drape your arms over your childhood friend. 

You miss the way Jimin deadpans looking over your shoulder at the young host, making him go wide-eyed and nearly jump in his skin. The atmosphere was stiff, but you again don’t pick up on the way your body was still tense around Jimin. You are just thrilled to catch up with Jimin when you have the opportunity to. 

“Y-Yes.” Chenle whispers, not taking his eyes off Jimin.

This one has to go too. Jimin thinks, watching the way Chenle’s gaze flickers to and fro to Y/N. He noted the way he kept his hands on her arm for far too long earlier too. He shouldn’t even be around her. He shouldn’t be touching her. He shouldn’t even exist. 

“Perfect, okay, well usually Seokjin lets me know when there’s a new hire in,” You sing-song, taking his hand and lead your buddy to the back room, “but this is a pleasant surprise!” You beam at him, taking off your coat and purse and hanging it up in your favorite spot. The wait staff all says hello as you pass by and you nod happily as you make haste to start your shift. 

“I was just brought in last night by the owner.” His voice was as soft as a cloud and as clear as a mountain stream. 

“By Seokjin?” You query to him, tying your apron around your waist. “He hired you on last night?” That’s odd you think handing him a fresh apron off the adjacent hook for the regular wait staff. You were up late texting him about menu changes and what could be improved on with the new year already flying by. He never mentioned a new hire nor was it really time to hire a new person on the team. Not that you were complaining that Jimin was here, no. But it was just…strange, to say the least. 

“Yes by… Seokjin.” You miss the way he watches you rifle through stacks of paperwork and forms to pull things out for Jimin to sign. The curve of your body, the hem of your blouse rising just enough so he could get a glimpse of your skin under the white fabric. Jimin wants to look away but he can’t, seeing the smooth flesh of your stomach as you reach for the box on the top shelf of the cubbyhole space. You mean that heavy son of a bitch that he dragged out of here last night, then yes. 

“Great!” You say standing, handing him a clipboard and a pen as she fiddles around on the manager’s computer, clocking herself in. She then writes a note to herself to remember to set Jimin up with a password and username and then the time. She stands with a smile, eyes lit with passion behind them. “You can have a seat here and fill out this information,” you point to the clipboard, “and I’m going to make sure it’s running smoothly here and I’ll be right back. Alright?” 

Jimin can only nod, watching her pink lips form words. He didn’t like the idea of her being out of his sight, but he was doing this to be closer to her so he complies. 

“I’ll be right back, Minnie.” She giggles as she slips out of the back room. 

Jimin plops down in the swivel chair his mouth slightly parted and his eyes wide. My nickname. She remembers my nickname. Jimin is stunned, holding his breath, heart nearly pounding out of his sternum, the image of her smile ingrained into his brain. She remembers me. It’s been so long since he’s seen you, held you, touched you. Well, all of that since you’ve been awake and conscious. Jimin’s dominant hand shoots to his pocket, feeling the plastic ring you gave to him before you left. I thought you were gone for good, he thinks in his head as he thumbs the worn plastic in his fingers, turning it over and over again until he makes a resolution in his head, hearing her giggle outside of the door to the backroom. 

His eye twitches and his breathing hitches. 

She’s never leaving again. I won’t let her. This time, she’s not going anywhere. 

She’s all mine. 

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