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artsyhobi · 4 years ago

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I LOVE THIS! Your writing is so captivating !! i think u should turn this into a drabble series bc i want to read more!💕

the consequence of a noble deed ― ot7

synopsis: when a trip to a park gets out of hand.

⤷ bts x reader || fantasy au, fluff || 1k words || rating: G || profanity

⤷ for the summer bingo event at @bangtanwritingbingo

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"Its dangerous out there, are you sure you won't get lost?"

"Gran, I know where the park is." You sighed, slipping your shoes on. "Its been lass than three years since I've come back, you're acting like I haven't come home in decades."

Your grandmother hummed, her lips twitching upwards in a soft smile while her eyes had a conflicted tint to it. It was almost as if she wanted to say something, but she held herself back. "Take care. I love you."

"Love you too."

Mentally slapping your past self for her cockiness, your worried gaze scanned the area you were in for the tenth time that hour. You had left the house sometime in the afternoon and found yourself lost minutes after. Now, it was close to sunset and you still had no idea where you were.

"Stupid park, stupid trees, stupid stupid ―"

Your mini rant was interrupted by a sharp rustle of leaves to your right. Head snapping to the side, you found nothing out of the ordinary as your eyes darted through the trees.

Though a part of you had a bad feeling about following the strange sound, you ended up walking towards it anyways while silently praying you wouldn't be eaten by a bear. You had an unusual feeling about this path; almost as if you had been here before yet you couldn't recall anything in particular about the area.

"Hello?" You echoed, sneakers squelching against the wet mud. Squinting your eyes, you barely made out the soft reflection of a water body before you ended up running in its direction.

True to what you had seen, you came across the familiar lake you'd always visit as a child as a smile stretched across your face. You knew you would reach your destination if you continued to walk down this path.

Glancing down at your muddy shoes, you dipped the soles at the edge of the water and bent over to clean the sides while unknowingly ignoring the loud warning cry of what sounded like a crow from far away. Oblivious to the movement underwater, you switched to dipping your hands in the water to rinse the dirt off as you mindlessly hummed to yourself.

You barely had time to let out a startled cry when something slimy had wrapped itself around your wrist, your heart skipping a beat at the flash of white in the water.

Trying to free yourself of the force that was tugging you into the body of water, you were more shocked to feel two arms around your waist while a loud roar ripped through the mostly silent area.

"What the fuck?" You screeched, being pulled away from the water and tossed into the arms of another person. You bought your hands up to rub your blurry eyes, doing a double take at the sight you saw before you.

A wolf the size of an SUV stood snarling at the edge of the lake; flanked by what looked like a fox with multiple tails.

What in the world?! You hissed mentally, gaze snapping to the three very attractive men surrounding you. Not to mention the ethereal looking greek god that held you in his arms.

"W-Who are you?" You stuttered, flinching. You had no idea who these men were, and quite frankly, you were more worried about why the oversized wolf wasn't ripping you all to shreds yet.

Buried in his hold, you saw a look akin to hurt cross the blonde man's eyes before his plump lips stretched into a small smile. "I'm Jimin."

"Its been years since we've seen you little one." The man with navy hair smiled, his cheeks slightly puffing like bread. "I'm Jin."

The other two introduced themselves as Jungkook and Hoseok, the excitement in their voices unmistakable. Hoseok's striking green eyes gazed at you fondly, fingers reaching over and brushing against your ear. "You've grown beautifully."

"You know me?" You murmured, mind buzzing through the faces you'd seen in your lifetime, hoping for some sort of familiarity. You knew that you'd remember coming across someone as attractive as him if it had happened before which puzzled you greatly. You had several questions you wanted to ask, but your train of thoughts crashed the moment the wolf's eyes landed on you. "Oh my god."

You squirmed in Jimin's grasp, frantically looking for an escape although you knew how impossible it would be considering the size of the wolf.

"Don't worry about them." Jungkook piped, flashing you a toothy grin. The way his doe eyes crinkled, along with the bunny-like smile he sported almost made you coo if it wasn't for the panic you felt watching the two beasts stroll towards you. "Namjoon hyung would never hurt you."

"I am very confused." You breathed, staring weirdly at the unusual looking white fox. Did they always have so many tails or were you tripping?

"You don't remember us, but a very long time ago you selflessly saved our lives." Jin smiled, eyes glazing over as he reminisced about the time you both met. "And from that day forward, each of us vowed to protect you."

"I'm sorry." You whispered, not knowing what else to say since you couldn't recall anything about meeting them. "I-I don't remember much except for the fact that this place feel familiar."

"Don't stress." Jimin hummed, cradling you close to his body. "Its a lot to take in."

"What is he?" You asked, inquisitively staring at the enormous wolf across you. "What are you guys?"

"I'm a siren." Jin informed, glancing at Jungkook. "He's a dragon. Hoseok is a gorgon and Jimin is a faerie."

"Namjoon hyung is a werewolf and Taehyung-ie hyung is a kitsune." Jungkook smiled, eyes glancing at the large tree behind you. "And Yoongi hyung is a phoenix."

Your eyes followed his gaze, spotting a golden-brown bird camouflaged between the branches. Blurry images of a similar but smaller bird flashed through your mind, along with streaks of white lights and loud blaring horns. You winced at the vague memory, eyes leaving Yoongi and turning back to the men surrounding you.

"Any who..." You hummed, lowkey nuzzling closer to Jimin's warm chest. "I don't suppose you know the way back to my grandmother's lodge?"

Hoseok smiled, reaching over and pinching your cheek. "Don't want to go to the park anymore?"

"I'm good." You chirped, eager to get away from the cursed forest. "Lets go!"

note: thank you for reading! although the ending (or actually the fic in general) is a bit rushed, i was hoping to turn this into a sort of drabble series in the future because i found the idea adorable! lmk what you guys think :) stay safe and have a great day <3

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artsyhobi · 4 years ago

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Cursed

Divine Gods!BTS x reader

series masterlist

Chapter one, Calico Cat.

characters: mortal!fem!reader, god of the moon!park jimin, god of the sun!jung hoseok, god of death and darkness!min yoongi, god of the four elements!kim namjoon, god of time!kim seokjin, god of nature and life!jeon jungkook, god of mischief!kim taehyung.

a/n: hello ! i hope you enjoy this first chapter, i actually took inspo from Goblin (which is a kdrama i absolutely loved ;;) and i'm sorry in advance for my poor writing, but english is not my first language ...

trigger warning: mentions of blood, violence and death, curse words.

tag-list: @greezenini, @fangirl125reader, @motherofbludgers

Min Yoongi sat on the throne, his legs elegantly crossed as he rested his forearms on the armrest. He slightly raised his left arm so that the tip of his index finger could lightly brush against his lower lip, his eyebrows mildly furrowed in a focused expression.

The black-haired man continued playing with his lip, then reached for something in the pocket of his silk pants and held the object in the palm of his hand: it was a vintage pocket watch entirely made out of gold, with a ruby located right at its center. The hands of the watch moved mechanically, producing a “tic” sound that resonated in his mind like an irritating echo.

Yoongi hated time. What was ironic, though, is that he had too much of it: he had an Eternity.

Yoongi glared at the antique object once more. A satisfied smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, depicting anything but an innocent smile. He stood up, adjusting his coat and grabbing his black bowler hat in a swift movement before taking some steps forward: as he walked, the dark throne room surrounding him became gradually more distant and, in a matter of seconds, the man was walking in the busy and snowy streets of Seoul. The snow crunched under the soles of his shoes, the snowflakes that landed on his coat immediately melted, and as he passed by, nobody seemed to notice his presence.

The street was crowded with people rushing to purchase the last Christmas presents, couples holding hands, and kids eating strawberry cotton candy. Disgusting, thought Yoongi as he curled his nose.

“One minute and thirty-three seconds.” He murmured to himself, turning into a deserted alley after checking the correct street name on a brick wall nearby. As he walked, the bright white snow became dirtier until there were just a few clusters of it on the side of the path. It started snowing heavier.

“Fifty-eight seconds.”

“I told you there were consequences!” A hoarse male voice shouted in the distance. Yoongi stopped hands into the pockets of his coat. “You’re a worthless bitch!”

There was a loud bang, followed by two others, and a feeble female voice asking for help. No one could hear her, and even if her cries reached someone’s ears, no one would help her since - according to Min Yoongi - humans were nothing but greedy mortal souls that enjoyed the sufferings of others. They were too occupied with spending their money on materialistic goods and developing toxic, violent, and possessive relationships. They were human beings but had no humanity left in their hearts.

He approached the poor woman laying on the ground, her hand resting on her stomach: blood was gushing out of her bullet wounds, dripping down in a pool of crimson absorbed by the snow. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered the same words over and over again, “Help me”.

He crouched down beside her and tilted his head, observing her like a detective inspected a victim. He knew that her time was up and that she was destined to die there, alone, desperately waiting for someone to find her.

“S-Sir…” She mumbled, some blood running down from the corner of her mouth. “P-please help me…” Her hand desperately clutched the hem of his coat, smearing it with her blood.

Yoongi sharply exhaled and rolled his eyes, turning his head to the side.

“Fancy seeing you follow me everywhere I go, Jungkook.” He stated, reluctantly standing up to face a man leaning against the brick wall, his arms crossed.

“Did you miss me?” Jungkook grinned.

He seemed almost like an angel since the clothes he wore were entirely white. His blond hair brushed against his shoulders, and a pair of long crystal earrings hung from his ears, sparkling as soon as they moved. Yoongi, on the contrary, was his polar opposite: his short wavy locks were as black as pitch, and although his eyes were a dull brown, they almost felt like looking into two holes, black as a night without stars.

“Seokjin sent me here to stop you from reaping her soul,” he affirmed, playing with the many rings he wore on his fingers, “It’s not her time yet.”

Yoongi scoffed, slightly amused at his statement. “Don’t you see the three holes on her stomach… Or do you need a magnifying glass? I am the one who decides if she dies today, not that Doctor Strange wannabe.” He took some steps toward him until his face was a few inches away from his, “I don’t take orders from a teenager.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, the slight grin disappeared. “These are not my orders but his, and you know you must obey him.” He lightly shoved Yoongi’s shoulder without interrupting eye contact with him, trying to remain calm. He kneeled beside the woman and caressed her hair, a sad smile depicted on his pink lips, while Yoongi stared angrily at the two.

“Don’t even think about it, Jungkook, her soul is already mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

“It is, you’re right.” The blond whispered and delicately put his hand on the woman’s chest. “But not now, Yoongi, you will have to wait.”

“Wait!?” Yoongi exclaimed in disbelief, and then frantically ran a hand through his black locks, “This has to be a joke, is Taehyung with you?”

“He is not,” He responded as a gleam of light formed under the palm of his hand, turning brighter by the second, “I haven’t seen him in ages.” This time his tone was lower, and his expression had darkened. Yoongi nodded, having no interest in knowing what had happened between the two friends.

“I suppose you won’t tell me why Seokjin wants to spare her life.”

“He just told me to stop you, nothing more.”

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “Lies,” he snarled, “you are his little obedient puppy, Jungkook, we all know it.”

Jungkook inhaled the sharp, cold air and smiled as the woman opened her dark eyes. “I’m not here to fight, Yoongi, so you can insult me how much you want.” The blond took the now conscious woman into his arms and glared directly at his former friend. “But nothing will change the fact that you’re on your own now.”

Yoongi turned around, ready to argue back, but there was no trace of Jungkook.

The black-haired man remained still as he watched the empty spot, sighing, a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach.

20 years later

“Chung-Ae, we’ve already talked about this!” You groaned in annoyance, sinking your face into your Pikachu plushie. “I’m happy here!”

Chung-Ae sat on the counter, her arms supporting her as she gave you a stern look. You peeked, escaping the protection of your plushie, noticing that she wore purple lenses - although her stare was as scary as it had always been -.

“You’re a twenty-two-year-old living in an old house, with your three cats, and working in a cat-café.” She emphasized the “and” as if working in such a wonderful place was something to be ashamed of.

“That’s the best life!” You exclaimed as you sat comfortably on your sofa. “I mean, why would I need to move to Seul with a bunch of horny people when I could just spend the rest of my life in peace?”

Chung-Ae sighed loudly.

“They’re not just a bunch of horny people. They are my friends.”

You parted your lips to respond, wanting to remind her about the last party you both had attended, but she cut you off.

“Y/N, you live alone in such an abandoned area, it’s dangerous; it even takes you more than an hour to reach the café.” She slid down from the counter and sat next to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, I know that you’re attached to this place, but it doesn’t work for you anymore.”

She was right, you loved that place. Your grandparent’s house was located in the countryside, in a small rural village that was scarcely populated. The few young people remaining had started moving to bigger cities such as Seul or Busan, but not you. You adored waking up to the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the gurgling of the river. You got used to being alone, and you didn’t mind it. You couldn’t understand why Chung-Ae tried to force you to move with her, but she was rather determined, and you knew she was going to insist.

“Chung-Ae,” you reached for her hand and squeezed it delicately, a small smile forming on your lips. “You know I can’t leave, I promised my mother I would take care of this house.”

“You have to stop living in the past, Y/N.” She firmly stated. “This house is falling apart, and so is your life. Moving to Seul with me is your best option.”

Her eyes stared into yours for a few seconds, and you felt unreasonably guilty. You knew how much she cared about you, and you were constantly giving her “no” as answers. She retracted her hand, reaching for her purse right beside her, before standing up. “You still have time to think about it. You know that, right?” Her hand was on the doorknob.

Your mind wanted to decline her offer, but your heart told you otherwise, so you just nodded.

“Take care, Y/N.” And with that, she closed the door behind her, leaving you alone once again.

You finally took a deep breath running your palms down your face in an exasperated manner. Chung-Ae was your childhood friend, and she had always been by your side. You had met her in elementary school: she was popular amongst your class since her father was a renowned lawyer who worked for big celebrities, but you - on the other hand - weren’t as popular. You weren’t a social butterfly and preferred spending your time playing with the stray cats in your neighborhood.

You stood up and walked toward the kitchen, deciding to make yourself a homemade chicken noodle soup. You put the ingredients on the counter and started to chop the carrots into strings. As you were about to grab something, you heard a strange noise coming from outside: you reminisced Chung-Ae’s words and felt a shiver run through your spine, but you shook your head, mentally reassuring yourself that it must have been a wild animal.

You grabbed the celery from the fridge, deciding that you would drink some strawberry milk while waiting for the soup to cook. However, when you closed it, you were taken aback by a calico cat sitting on the floor, right in front of you. Your eyes were wide open in surprise since your three cats were all black, and you crouched down. “Hello, little one,” you gently smiled as you observed the little creature staring at you with a pair of light blue eyes, “I wonder how you got in…”

You inspected the room looking for any open windows but soon discovered you had closed everything. When you turned your gaze back to the cat, it was gone. Puzzled, you stood back up, massaging your temples. Am I hallucinating? You asked yourself before resuming your dish.

After literally devouring your delicious meal and doing the dishes, you headed to your room, where you found the windows wide open. You didn’t remember leaving them like that, but you also didn’t mind the fresh breeze coming from outside. It was a quiet night of July, and the moon was shining vividly in the sky, its brightness being the only source of light in the room. As you approached your bed, you couldn’t help but notice the shape of a cat on the window ledge, but when you came near, it had mysteriously vanished.

"Okay, Y/N, you're probably tired." You told yourself while sitting on the bed. As you laid down, feeling the freshness of your newly washed sheets, you heard another sound and then a chorus of meows coming from the living room. You sighed, reluctantly standing up, wearing a hoodie before walking down the stairs.

"What is it, guys, did you hurt yourselves?" You asked as your three black cats, Luna, Mars, and Pluto, continued meowing toward the front door. You groaned, "Alright, I will check."

You weren't ready for what you were about to see: you expected nothing but pitch darkness or that calico cat that was apparently haunting you now. But as you opened the wooden door, you froze on the spot at the sight of a man leaning his arm on the doorframe.

Because of the darkness, you could only see his silver hair reflecting the moonlight and a pair of light blue eyes staring at you in curiosity.

"Hello, little one."

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