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Magical Love

Prince!Jungkook and Queen!woc (woman of color) Reader

Genre/AU/Rating: 18+, fantasy, magic!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au, s2l, fluff, and smut

Summary: You are a powerful Queen, ruling over the Zamia Kingdom with all of the grace, strength, wisdom, and amazing magical powers that you had since the passing of your mother left you with the throne. After 5 years of ruling on your own, you are approached by your court of advisors, The Solar Council, that marrying and producing an heir needs to be higher on your list of priorities. Of course, you don’t think you need to rush into a marriage because you know how to run your own damn kingdom. Luckily for you, your advisors took the liberties of inviting the Prince of the neighboring Pica kingdom, Jeon Jungkook, to Zamia for a “friendly visit”.

Warnings: mentions of deceased mothers, arranged marriages, sexual activity, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, big dick!Jungkook, pregnancy and child birth (but nothing descriptive).

WC: 15.1K

Author’s Note: This fic is a part of @btsblackcreatorsociety​’s The Realm of Legends Event! I am so honored to be participating in this event, with several other talented POC writers in this fandom! I hope you all enjoy this because I enjoyed writing it! 

One of your favorite things about living in Zamia was how beautiful the coast looked from any area of the palace that you lived in. The palace was placed right on the shore of the ocean, it being the very first thing that anyone saw when they approached the mid-sized island that was Zamia. 

Being as though you were the daughter of the former Queen and King, you had definitely traveled more than the average citizen of Zamia but something about the shores and the smell of salty sea water always made you feel comforted and relaxed. 

That’s why you were leaning against one of the large windows in one of the main hallways of the palace, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore and met the sand. Suddenly, a small bird flew up to the window and settled itself on the ledge, right next to where your hand was resting. The little creature looked up at you expectantly and you rolled your eyes before reaching out, checking the tiny collar that the bird had on and finding a small piece of white paper attached to it.

Meet me in the formal dining room for breakfast!-Jimin

“You know, the next time that Jimin sends you, tell him to just come and find me himself like a normal person,” you told the bird and the small animal chirped happily before turning around and flying off of the ledge. 

After closing the shutters of the window, you turned to your left and made your way down the hallway to the formal dining room, your golden yellow dress billowing out behind you. 

“Good morning Y/N!” Jimin greeted you happily, his grin almost blinding as you walked into the room. 

“Morning Jimin, morning Hobi,” you replied.

“Good morning, my Queen,” Hobi said respectfully, getting up from his seat and bowing. The two clones of Hobi that were also sitting at the table bowed as well, one of them even taking the initiative to pull your chair out for you.

“I don’t know if your little delivery bird told you, but stop being lazy and having the birds do your bidding for you,” you told Jimin. 

“Yeah, Tweet told me when she made it back to me but she also said that she doesn’t mind helping me out,” Jimin smiled triumphantly. Jimin had the magical power of zoolinguism, meaning that he had the ability to communicate with animals. Ever since the two of you were kids, Jimin was always surrounded by some type of animal, speaking and listening to them as if they were human themselves. Jimin also had the gift of abjuration, which granted him the ability to cast spells that would provide healing and protection. This gift made him especially qualified for the position of your personal advisor, which you gave to him as soon as your coronation ceremony had passed. 

Hobi, like you and Jimin and every other citizen in your world, also had magical powers and his came in the form of cloning. He was able to replicate up to 20 different versions of himself at the same time and all of them were capable of independent actions and thoughts, although Hobi could predict their thoughts and actions himself if needed. 

Most people only had one or two powers but you? You possessed four of them. This wasn’t entirely surprising because your mother had four powers as well and your father had three but it still made people marvel. The first of your powers was telekinesis, the ability to move and manipulate objects without directly interacting with. The second was telepathy, which gave you the power to see, hear, and read the thoughts of others but it only worked if you were touching that person. The third was magic detection which allowed you to sense when magic was being used near and around you. The last, which was your favorite and arguably the most special, was the power of enchantment. This allowed you to give other people magical powers and abilities and unlike your other powers, you weren’t born with this one. Instead, this power was bestowed upon you on the day of your coronation when you became Queen, just like it had been with every previous monarch of Zamia, going back centuries and centuries before your birth. 

“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked them, looking at the pitcher of orange juice that was sitting to the left of you and smiling when it rose into the air and slowly made its way over to your glass, tilting over and pouring some of the liquid inside. 

“Ah, that’s what Jimin had you meet us down here for,” Hobi spoke up. “The Solar Council wants to meet with you today.”

“Oh hell,” you groaned. “What’s wrong this time?”

“It’s nothing bad, promise!” Jimin swore. “They just have some little things that they want to discuss with you.”

“Little things?” You repeated dubiously. “It’s never anything little when the Council calls a meeting.”

“I know but I pried for some more information from Yoongi hyung and he assured me that it’s just some small matters that they want to give you updates on and stuff like that,” Hobi replied. 

“Alright,” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding to just focus on enjoying your breakfast before being faced with whatever antics the council was up to now. 

An hour later, you were sitting on your throne in The Conference Room, where all meetings of the Solar Council took place as well as any other official Zamia business. The long square table was filled with the 6 members of the Solar Council which included Jimin, Hobi, Min Yoongi, Kim Taeyeon, Kwon Yuri and Park Sunyoung.

“Thank you so much for meeting with us on such short notice, your Highness,” Yoongi began after everyone had bowed to you and taken their seats. 

“Cut the bullshit Yoongi, and tell me why you really called this meeting,” you huffed as you regarded the leader of the Council. 

“As radiant as ever,” Yoongi joked. “We just have some things to discuss with you, as well as some updates.”

“Very well,” you acquiesced and Yoongi took a seat as Yuri stood up.

“To begin, I am delighted to inform you that the new school in the kingdom has been finished and the dedication ceremony naming it after your mother, our late Queen Thaliah, has been scheduled for two weeks from today,” she reported before taking her seat again.

“That’s amazing,” you smiled happily. “Jimin, please make sure that my schedule is completely free that day so that my father and I can spend as much time there as possible.”

“Of course, your Highness,” Jimin nodded. 

“As for some magic developments,” Taeyeon said as she stood up. “The most recent ceremony for the current group of five year olds in the kingdom happened a few days ago and their powers have fully come in.” Although everyone in the kingdom was born with magical powers, having full autonomy over them and having them to their full capacities wasn’t entirely possible until a person had turned five.

“Oh, what were their powers?” You wondered.

“One with illusion manipulation, one with time manipulation, and two with shape shifting,” Taeyeon answered. 

“God, I feel bad for the parents of the two with shape shifting,” Yoongi tsked. “My older brother is a shapeshifter and that can be difficult.”

“Well, it should be easier for them now that their magic has fully come in,” you pointed out as Taeyeon took her seat. “Thank you, Councilwoman Kim. Councilwoman Park?”

“The small famine that the farmers were experiencing has passed and we’ll be able to resume our weekly famers’ markets,” Sunyoung announced. 

“Great,” you sighed in relief. “I thought I was going to have to request assistance form the Agara kingdom and you know how difficult King Junsu can be.”

“Happily, speaking to him won’t be necessary,” Sunyoung grinned. “A group of farmers also sent a basket for your table, in thanks to you for your continued support of them. I instructed the helpers to place it in the kitchen.”

“Thank you, Councilwoman Park,” you said as she took her seat. 

“Now that all of the updates are out of the way and you’ve mentioned another kingdom, your Highness,” Yoongi spoke up a he leaned forward and set his folded arms on the table. “We actually do have something that we’d like to discuss with you.”

“I knew it,” you chuckled. “What is it?”

“There has been some concern about the royal bloodline,” he began slowly. 

“And what concerns are those?”

“Well, you’ve been Queen for the last 5 years and you haven’t found a suitable spouse yet,” Yoongi replied. 

“I am well aware of that and as I’ve stated previously, I don’t feel as though I need a spouse in order to properly rule Zamia,” you reiterated. 

“Oh, we absolutely agree, your Highness!” Yuri interjected. 

“We don’t ever want you to think that we doubt your ability to rule,” Sunyoung added. 

“As members of the Solar Council though, we do have to advise you that finding a suitable spouse isn’t just about having a second person to rule the kingdom alongside you,” Taeyeon pointed out. “You know as well as anyone that the entire kingdom’s magic will be strengthened if there were two people on the throne instead of just one. Also, it’s about preserving the amazing magical legacy that has been established by your family. It won’t be possible to do that if you do not marry and produce issue.”

“Produce issue?” You repeated with a scoff. “What am I, a farmer? Or a production machine?”

“That’s not what Councilwoman Kim meant,” Yoongi sighed. “We just want to ensure the future of the kingdom.”

“Listen, I respect all of you as Councilmembers, as well as my friends,” you started. “But I am not, at present or in the near future, looking for a spouse.”

“Well, that’s why I took the liberty of inviting one of the Princes from the neighboring Pica kingdom to Zamia for a friendly visit,” Yoongi announced with a bright smile and your eyes widened in surprise.

“You what?”

“Prince Jungkook will be here in two days’ time,” he finished. Looking around the table, you saw the faces of the other Councilmembers and realized that they were not at all surprised by the news of this visit. Why? If you had to guess, it’s because they all fucking knew. 

Everyone knew, but you.

Feeling your temper steadily rise, you abruptly stood up from your throne, causing everyone else to stand up as well and you stepped from around the table before storming out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t believe that they’d had the audacity to invite a foreigner to your kingdom without discussing with you beforehand, and it didn’t help matters that the foreigner was in fact another royal that you had never met before. 

You had managed to work yourself up so much that you didn’t see anyone else walking down the hallway before you bumped into them. 

“Hey, where are you off to, little one?” The voice said and when you looked up, you saw your father, Edric. 

“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologized instantly but Edric shook his head, immediately noticing how upset you were. 

“Come with me to my study and you can tell me all about it,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you down the hallway in the opposite direction that you came in. Once the two of you were in his study, he led you over to the large bay window that was on one wall, helping you have a seat before sitting down himself. 

“Now, tell me what has you all worked up,” he encouraged you. 

“I had a meeting with the Solar Council and Yoongi informed me that they’ve invited one of the Princes from the Pica kingdom to Zamia,” you revealed. “With hopes that I’ll take a liking to him and want to marry him.”

“Did they?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head. “I’m so upset because they blatantly went against my wishes all because they want me to pop out babies and keep the royal bloodline going. I mean, aren’t I doing a good job as Queen? I know I’m not Mommy but-”

“Hey, you are an amazing Queen,” Edric reassured you. “And who cares if you’re not your mother? You are fantastic in your own right and I never want you to forget that, ok?”

“Ok.”

“And as for the whole visit business, I knew about it because the Council asked for my permission to invite him here,” he admitted. 

“Daddy, why did you do that?”

“I just want to see you happy, like your mother and I were,” he explained. “I know that you’ve thrown yourself into giving this kingdom all that you have but you deserve your own happiness. Ruling gets lonely baby, and you need someone by your side to not only love you but to support you when times get hard.”

“I know that Daddy, I do,” you replied with a small smile. “But you and Mommy’s marriage was a special case and a large amount of arranged marriages don’t turn out the way that yours did. I doubt mines would.”

“But you won’t even have the opportunity to find out if you don’t try,” Edric reminded you. “Running a kingdom on your own for five years is nothing to balk at. It’s a burden but not one that you should be shouldering alone. Please, at least give this all a chance. Worst case scenario, you don’t like him and we can all continue on as we have been.”

“Alright Daddy, alright,” you relented. “You’re right. What’s the worst that could happen?”

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In the neighboring Pica kingdom, Prince Jeon Jungkook was walking into his family’s castle after having gone for a run when he saw one of his older brothers, Taehyung, running up to him. 

“There you are!” Taehyung exclaimed as he stopped in front of him. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where were you?”

“Went for a run, like I do every morning,” Jungkook chuckled. “What’s up?”

“Appa wants to see you in his study,” Taehyung told him. “Said that it was important so you should go now.”

“Alright, thanks,” Jungkook nodded before turning and walking off down the hallway. Once he made it to his father’s study, he knocked on the door and waited until he heard a deep voice say “come in” before he twisted the knob and pushed open the door. 

“You wanted to see me?” Jungkook asked and his father, Kiwoo, waved him inside. 

“Come in, come in,” he said and Jungkook walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked over to sit in one of the chairs that was placed in front of his desk. “How are you, my son?”

“Good, just got back from a run,” Jungkook replied. 

“Ever my energizer bunny, huh?” Kiwoo joked and Jungkook rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname that his father gave him. 

“Did you have something that you wanted to discuss with me?” 

“Ah, yes. With Namjoon set to become King once I have moved on and Taehyung set to act as his second in command, I’ve been thinking about your future lately,” Kiwoo said. 

“My future?” Jungkook echoed. “I’m in Pica’s royal Navy and thought that’s what I would do.”

“And I’m still in total support of that, don’t misunderstand me,” Kiwoo assured him. “But I received a letter of invitation from the kingdom of Zamia for you to be a special guest of the Queen.”

“Really?” Jungkook wondered with a raised brow. “That’s kind of odd when I’ve never been to Zamia before.”

“Well, word has it throughout the kingdoms that Queen Y/N is now looking for a spouse so I suspect that’s the reason why you received the invitation,” Kiwoo surmised. 

“Did she?” Jungkook hummed. “I remember when she issued that proclamation like three years ago that she wasn’t searching for a spouse.”

“Well, things have obviously changed,” Kiwoo shrugged. “The visit will be three weeks long and if no sparks fly, then no harm, no foul.”

“Do you have a photo or something of her?” Jungkook asked and his father nodded, reaching into an envelope that he had sitting on the desk in front of him, reaching inside and pulling out a small photo before handing it off to his son. Jungkook literally felt his breath being taken away, his eyes widening when he saw how gorgeous you were. 

“She’s a looker, right?” Kiwoo smirked and Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. “She looks exactly like her mother, that one. If her personality is anything like her mother’s was, then she should be an amazing person too.”

“Ok, I’ll go,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“Great! I’ll set everything up and you’ll leave in two days!” Kiwoo said but Jungkook didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, too busy staring at the photo of you in his hand.

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Two days later, you were standing in front of the castle, along with the Solar Council, your father, and a few of the helpers that you employed, waiting for Prince Jungkook’s arrival. 

“You ok, Y/N-ah?” Jimin whispered from his place next to you. 

“I still don’t like this,” you muttered. “I’ve never even met this man and yet you, along with the rest of the Council, decided to invite him here in hopes of sparks flying.”

“Ok, ok, don’t work yourself up all over again,” Jimin sighed. “We said that we’re sorry for not getting your approval but we truly did have good intentions.”

“Whatever.”

“If it helps any, you look amazing,” Jimin smiled as he looked over your body that was draped in a loose gown that was blue and yellow. 

“If I don’t feel great, that doesn’t mean that I can’t look great,” you joked, making Jimin laugh. Just then, the gates to the castle suddenly opened and a long black limousine pulled through them, slowly creeping forward before stopping in front of where you were standing. 

“Remember everyone, these are visitors from another kingdom so best foot forward,” you said loudly, getting murmurs of agreements and “yes, your Highness” in return. The driver of the limo had gotten out of the car in the meantime, walking around the backseat and opening the door. You watched with bated breath as a man got out, and you gasped lightly when you saw Jeon Jungkook for the first time. 

He was dressed in what you knew to be some type of military uniform, which was a deep forest green color. His black hair was slicked back, with a single strand flopping over onto his forehead, and his chiseled facial features were on full display. His gaze and jaw were strong, contrasting with his nose, eyes, and mouth that looked so gentle and kind. The man was fucking hot and even you could admit that. 

After he got out of the limo, he was followed by another man who was equally as gorgeous and a few helpers from their own kingdom as well. 

“Your Highness,” Jungkook said as he walked over to stand in front of you. Having done this literally thousands of times before, you extended your hand and Jungkook took ahold of it, his grip on you firm as he bowed down in front of you while you did the same. “It is my honor to meet you.”

“And I you, Prince Jungkook,” you replied with a tight smile, watching as Jungkook stood up straight again. 

“This is my brother, Prince Taehyung,” Jungkook introduced the two of you and Taehyung stepped forward, doing the same thing as Jungkook and grabbing your hand as he bowed to you. 

“An absolute pleasure to meet you, your Highness,” Taehyung smiled. 

“You as well, Prince Taehyung,” you responded. “May I introduce my father, Dowager King Edric?”

“An honor,” Edric smiled, taking the time to shake both Jungkook and Taehyung’s hands. 

“And my council of advisors, the Solar Council,” you gestured towards the six people standing behind you. “They are the ones that extended the invitation.”

“Easy, little one,” Edric murmured in warning and you lightly rolled your eyes. “I know you both must’ve had a long journey here. Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” Jungkook nodded. 

“Well, we’ll get your things inside and you both can freshen up before we meet in the formal dining room,” you said before turning and gesturing towards your helpers and they walked over to the limousine to help with the luggage. 

An hour later, you were sat at the head of the table with Jungkook at your side as you all convened for dinner together. 

“So Jungkook, you’re the third-born son right?” Edric asked.

“Yes Sir,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m the youngest, Taehyung hyung here is the middle child, and my brother Namjoon is the oldest.”

“Ah, I was the fourth born son myself, and the youngest,” Edric chuckled. “Definitely a hard road.”

“Sometimes but my hyungs are great,” Jungkook smiled as he nudged Taehyung with his elbow. 

“I hear Jungkook’s a valued member of Pica’s Royal Navy,” Hobi brought up. “How long have you been doing that?”

“Uh, since I was about 20,” Jungkook replied. “I don’t know, it just always interested me. Why? I don’t know.”

“It’s honest work,” Yoongi smiled. “Your Highness, don’t you like the ocean?”

“Of course I do, Zamia’s surrounded by it,” you responded with a sarcastic smile. 

“Jungkookie here is an amazing swimmer, although he’s great at anything physical really,” Taehyung bragged on his younger brother. “Swimming, running, biking, even horseback riding.”

“Horseback riding?” You repeated with intertest, since you loved horses. 

“Yeah, we’ve all been riding since we were kids and our mother taught us but Jungkookie’s the only one of us with an actual interest in it,” Taehyung told you. “You should see his horses back in Pica. They’re gorgeous.”

“Y/N-ah has quiet the stable herself,” Edric smiled. 

“Who taught you to ride, your highness?” Jungkook asked you. 

“My mother did, actually,” you said. 

“Maybe the two of you could go on a horse ride together while you’re here then, Prince Jungkook?” Jimin suggested. 

“I’d love to, if you would, your Highness,” Jungkook said and you just shrugged your shoulders noncommittally. 

“Maybe. I have to ask though, why would a man with the power of speed bother with riding a horse?” You questioned. 

“You know about my super speed?” Jungkook wondered in slight surprise. 

“One of the Queen’s many powers is magic detection,” Yuri explained. “She can sense when any power is being used near her and what power it is.”

“But I’m not using my super speed,” Jungkook chuckled. 

“So you think,” you interjected, making him look over at you. “But I can sense how restless you are from the long travel and that amount of energy isn’t associated with any other power but super speed.”

“Plus, she has a cousin who has super speed so she’s felt it before,” Edric added, making you smile and nod.

“That too.”

“Wow,” Jungkook gasped in awe. “That’s amazing. To answer your question though, I do enjoy slowing down when the moment calls for it and or even when the right person calls for it.”

“Is that right?” You murmured, purposefully ignoring his attempt to flirt with you as you busied yourself with digging into your meal. The rest of dinner went the same way, everyone trying to stimulate conversation between you and Jungkook while you resisted every try with the same stale attitude. Jungkook seemed to take it all in stride though, not seeming at all affected by your dry answers or disinterest for him and anything that he had to say.

Behind closed doors though, Jungkook felt entirely differently than he had let on. 

“How could Appa even expect any of this to work?” Jungkook groaned as he paced back and forth in the guest room that he and Taehyung were sharing. “She barely even looks at me!”

“Cut her some slack Kook, she’s probably struggling to come to grips with all of this,” Taehyung said from his place on his own large bed. “I mean, imagine if you were King and your council went behind your back to invite some woman that you had never met before into your castle.”

“You think they went behind her back?” Jungkook wondered.

“I know it, because I read Jimin-ssi’s mind at dinner and he was thinking ‘shit, this is not going the way the councilmembers and I envisioned,” Taehyung reported, using his gift of telepathy to have read Jimin’s thoughts. “So just give her some time.”

“Time isn’t exactly a luxury that we have,” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on his bed and looked at his hyung. “We’re only here for three weeks.”

“I know but don’t give up yet,” Taehyung advised him. “Keep trying. After all, nothing worth having ever comes easily.”

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The next morning, you were up at dawn to take a walk along the shore that was right in front of the castle. After the awkward dinner the night before, you slept fitfully because you could never rest when foreigners were in the castle which was the one thing that you didn’t really enjoy about being Queen. 

As you walked, you thought about the day before. Jungkook seemed nice enough and he was certainly handsome, but you weren’t entirely sure of his suitability for you. Sure, he had some of the same interests as you but he was also the third born son who you were almost sure didn’t receive any of the training that children who were expected to become monarchs did. Of course, not having that training didn’t mean that he would be incapable at the job but it damn sure did help. 

You also knew that you were a humungous bitch at dinner and you felt kind of bad about it. Jungkook and everyone else were obviously trying to make the best of the situation but you didn’t make it any easier. You figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you actually did try to get to know him, so at least that way, you’d be able to truthfully say that he wasn’t a fit for you. 

You were so absorbed in yours thoughts that you didn’t realize someone breezing past you until they had almost bumped into you. 

“Hey!” You shouted and the figure turned around, and you realized that it was Jungkook. “You almost knocked me down, you know?”

“Sorry, your Highness,” Jungkook apologized while bowing lightly towards you. “When I’m running, I get kind of a blur around me which makes it hard to see anything that’s not right in front of me.”

“Ah, the faults of our powers,” you joked, making Jungkook laugh. “What are you doing out here so early?”

“Well, I was feeling really pent up since I hadn’t been able to run and I couldn’t sleep because of it so I just decided to come out here,” he explained. “I have to say too, Zamia is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such clear water.”

“Yeah, it’s home,” you smiled as you looked out onto the water. “And it must be hard to have all that energy.”

“It can be sort of inconvenient at times, like when I have royal duties but it comes in handy other times, like when I’m working with the Navy,” he replied. 

“The Navy’s an unusual choice for a royal,” you noted as the two of you began to walk down the beach together, side by side. 

“Well, since I’m not in immediate line for the throne anymore, with Namjoon hyung and his wife Youngja having just had their first child, I’m more free to do what I want,” Jungkook said. “Since I have the powers of super speed, weather control and conjuration, being in the military just made sense.”

“Conjuration?” You questioned. “What’s that?”

“Basically, it means that I can bring forth any form of creatures, items, spirits, demons, deities and elements by either summoning, creating, or manifesting them,” he told you. “So things like images of them, their voice, or even holograms of them.”

“Wow, that’s unique.”

“Got it from being the child of a monarch,” he said and you nodded your head.

“I know that one,” you chuckled. 

“What about you? What are your powers?”

“Ah well, you know about the magic detection but in addition to that, I have telekinesis, telepathy, and enchantment,” you answered. 

“Telepathy?” Jungkook whistled. “That must be tough. Taehyung has that power, too.”

“It only works for me if I’m touching the person whose thoughts I want to read,” you explained. “Which I actually like because the thought of being able to hear an unwilling person’s thoughts makes me cringe a little bit.”

“Yeah, that could be awkward,” Jungkook laughed. 

“My telekinesis is pretty straight forward. I can move objects at will without touching them.”

“And the enchantment?”

“I got that when I became Queen,” you smiled lightly. “It’s a power that’s only in my family line and each monarch gets it when the previous monarch passes away so when my mom died, I inherited it.”

“Wow. You know, my parents used to speak highly of your mother,” he told you. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

“It’s ok,” you shrugged. “All a part of life, right?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” he murmured. “I lost my mom too, when I was 15.”

“I’m sorry,” you echoed his previous sentiment but he just waved his hand dismissively. 

“Let’s talk about something happier before we get all depressed,” he joked lightly. 

“Well, you said that the water was pretty but what about the rest of the kingdom?” You questioned. “Do you like it?”

“I think it’s beautiful,” he replied. “Much larger than Pica, though.”

“I know, I’ve been to Pica,” you nodded. “Pica has a charm about it though, along with it’s citizens.”

“I hope I’m included in that,” Jungkook attempted to flirt and instead of outright rebuffing him this time, you just smiled without saying anything and Jungkook took that as a win. The two of you continued to make conversation as you both made your way back to the castle, getting to know each other more and more with each step that you etched in the sand. 

“You know, maybe we should go on that horseback ride while you’re here,” you offered and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his face had to hurt.

“I’d love to,” he agreed without hesitation. “I really would.”

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A few days later, your schedule had finally cleared enough for you to be able to go on that horse ride with Jungkook. You met him in the stable in early afternoon, letting him look over the horses while you packed up the lunch that the helpers had prepared in a wicker picnic basket. 

“This one is gorgeous,” Jungkook murmured as he stepped over to one of the larger horses, allowing the animal to sniff his hand before he began to gently pet her. “What’s their name?”

“This is Lady and she’s a Friesian horse,” you smiled. “She’s my baby.”

“I see why,” Jungkook replied. “She’s magnificent.”

“She was born on the anniversary of my mother’s ascension to the throne, so that’s why she named her Lady,” you explained. “My mother gave her to me when I turned 18 and we’ve been close ever since.”

“Whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed and when you looked over, you saw Lady shaking her mane towards Jungkook purposefully. 

“Oh yeah, she’s a little sassy thing too,” you giggled, watching as Jungkook tried to get the horse hair out of his face. “Here, why don’t you ride her brother, Lord?”

“Twins?” Jungkook guessed.

“Twins,” you confirmed with a nod. Two of the helpers that were working in the stables saddled up both horses for you and once the two of you were settled on top of the large animals, you whistled over at Jungkook. 

“I have a place in mind where we can go, follow me,” You said before clicking your tongue, which urged Lady into a light jog out of the stable. Jungkook and Lord followed behind you and once you were sure he was following you, a smirk spread onto your face as you clicked your heels against Lady’s side, which made her break out into a full blown run. 

“Hey!” Jungkook huffed, a smirk of his own appearing on his face as he took your challenge, bumping his heels against Lord’s side and continuing to do so until he had almost caught up to you. 

That’s how the two of you rode for the next 15 minutes, going up into some of the hills that were behind the castle. The silence was sporadically interrupted by giggle coming from you or laughs coming from Jungkook, usually when one of you managed to overtake the other in terms of speed. By the time the two of you made it to the small meadow that you had led him to, you both looked a little windblown. 

“This is so pretty,” Jungkook murmured in awe as he got down off of his horse. Without asking you, he walked over to you and helped you down from your horse as well and you smiled up at him in thanks. 

“No one knows about this spot except for family so we don’t have to worry about someone finding me for something or another,” you told him. Jungkook untied the picnic basket from Lady’s back and the two of you found a good spot right near the bank of the stream that was also in the meadow.

“Do you ever get tired of being Queen?” Jungkook wondered as the two of you sat down together, and you shrugged while you opened the picnic basket and began setting the lunch out on the blanket that you two were sitting on. 

“It can be...draining sometimes, knowing that so many people depend on me and look to me for guidance and reassurance,” you confessed. “My mom and dad used to make it look so effortless and it wasn’t like that for me, at first.”

“My oldest hyung Namjoon says the same thing,” he nodded in understanding. 

“But on the opposite side, I actually like being needed like that,” you continued. “It’s also nice knowing that so many people revere me, even though I truly doubt I deserve it.”

“Well, from what I’ve gathered from you this first week, I think it is deserved,” he said gently. “Even though you iced me out that first day.”

“I hope you’re not holding that against me,” you grimaced. “I was more so still upset at the Solar Council, because they extended that invitation for you to come visit without my permission.”

“They can do that?”

“No, but they found a loophole and asked my father,” you huffed. “Since he’s also a royal and the former King, he has the right to extend invitations like that.”

“I did think it was odd when my father told me about it, especially given that proclamation you issued a few years back,” Jungkook said. 

“The Solar Council has made it a habit of trying to convince me to get married and pop out babies but I just want to focus on being the best Queen that I can be for my people, you know?” You told him. “If I’m somewhere in the castle, barefoot and pregnant, who will everyone look to?”

“Something that my dad has always said is that he can’t give the best of himself to the people if he’s not taking care of himself,” Jungkook said. “It must be insane to have so many people set their hopes and dreams on you, and I’m not pretending to know what that’s like, but I think you should make time for yourself too. Also, if you don’t mind my saying despite the real reason why I was invited here, having someone by your side means that the kingdom wouldn’t be vulnerable while you’re gone or busy.”

“But no one loves Zamia as much as I do,” you chuckled. “How will I find someone who respects it and it’s people as much as I do?”

“If you find the right person, they’ll love Zamia because you love it,” Jungkook explained. 

“And do you?”

“Do I, what?”

“Love Zamia?” You questioned. Jungkook paused for a few moments, pondering your question and you held your breath, trying to gauge if you had been a little too forward with him. 

“I think that as I learn more about it, it’ll be impossible for me not to,” he finally replied and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant by the phrasing. 

“Nice to know,” you whispered. 

“Oh! Before I forget, I have something for you,” Jungkook said and you watched as he held his hands together, slowing pulling them apart and revealing a hologram of a bouquet of calla lily flowers. 

“They’re so pretty,” you cooed and Jungkook extended his hands towards you.

“Take them.”

“It’s a hologram, I can’t,” you laughed in disbelief. 

“It’s only a hologram for as long as I want it to be,” he revealed. “Go ahead, take them.” You tentatively reached your hands out, grabbing onto the bunch of stems and gasping when you could feel them on your skin. 

“Eternal flowers,” you muttered, leaning forward and smiling when you realized that the hologram even smelled like real life calla lilies. “Thank you, Jungkook.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled as the two of you went back to enjoying lunch together. 

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Everything between you and Jungkook changed after your date in the meadow. For the following week, the two of you were together anytime that you had some moments to spare. Though that meant that your quality time wasn’t so plentiful, Jungkook never complained about it and was always able to make the most of the time that you did have to spend together. 

Jungkook was funny, more than you expected him to be, he was kind, and he was so clearly loving. The relationship that he had with Taehyung was enviable and he had even begun to get closer to Jimin, Yoongi, Hobi, and even your father. Seeing Jungkook and Edric together made you happy, and you began to seriously look at Jungkook as someone that you could be with. 

With that thought in mind, it’s what spurred you to invite Jungkook to the dedication ceremony for the newest school that had been built in honor of your mother. You wanted to see how Jungkook would act with you in public, as well as how he’d interact with your citizens. 

“We’re almost ready for you, your Highness,” Jimin told you and you nodded your head, biting lightly on your lip as you stood off to the right of stage that was in front of the large crowd that had gathered for the ceremony. You were dressed in a fitted pants suit in Zamia’s official colors, blue and yellow, as well as a sash and your gold crown. 

“You ok?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you, dressed in the same Naval uniform that he had arrived to Zamia in. “You look nervous.”

“I’m not the biggest fan of public speaking,” you confessed. “And this is for my mom so I really want it to be good.”

“And it will be,” he promised, reaching down and grabbing your free hand that wasn’t holding your speech in his hand. “Just take some deep breaths and speak from your heart.” Having him hold your hand allowed you to read his thoughts, and you could literally feel how sincere he was in what he said to you. 

“Ok, thanks,” you said, a soft smile coming onto your face when he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it gently. 

“Your Highness, it’s time,” Jimin said and you nodded your head, giving Jungkook’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it and climbing the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered at the sight of you and you took a few moments to wave at them all before stepping behind the podium. 

“Good morning,” you smiled. “Thank you all so much for attending this dedication ceremony for our newest magic school. The formation of this school is special for two reasons. The first being that this school is a solid, visible example of how much our kingdom is flourishing. Needing more space means that our population has risen and to do that, one needs faith in the people that serve them that their needs will be met. It means the world to me that you all feel like you have a happy enough way of life here in order to start and grow families of your own, so thank you for that.” The crowd cheered loudly for a few seconds before calming down and allowing you to continue.

“The second, and arguably the most important to me personally, is that it gives us the chance to dedicate something to our late Queen, my mother, Queen Thalia,” you continued. “Queen Thalia was an innovator. She established the first official school in the kingdom, made sure that every citizen regardless of age was able to read and write and knew how to control their powers to the best of their ability. She was determined for the citizens of Zamia to have the best lives possible and that effort is seen even now, 30 years from her coronation. With my pleasure and the blessing of the Solar Council, I hereby dedicate this building as the Queen Thalia Magic Education Center!”

The crowd went wild at the announcement, cheering loudly and chanting a mix of your mother’s name as well as yours. Your father walked up onto the stage then with a pair of scissors in his hands and together, the two of you cut the ribbon that was right in front of the door to the school. 

“Amazing job, little one,” Edric whispered to you and you smiled, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. After posing for a few photos with your father, the Solar Council, and the administration staff of the school, you made yourself busy with speaking to the citizens of Zamia, something that you prided yourself on taking the time to do. 

“It’s about time that we finally had a building dedicated to your mother, ancestors rest her soul,” an elderly man named Minho told you. 

“I know but the Solar Council, as well as my father and I, wanted to make sure that the dedication made sense and with this being a school, we saw no better time than now,” you explained. 

“And how are you yourself, dear?” Minho’ wife, Helena, asked you. “I know it’s been five years since she passed on but it can’t be any easier for you.”

“It isn’t but I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” you replied. 

“Of course she’s doing well, with one of the Princes of Pica visiting her,” a woman named Sooyoung laughed. “Are we going to be having a royal wedding and a coronation ceremony?”

“Not anytime soon,” you giggled. “Prince Jungkook as well as his brother Prince Taehyung are just here to visit.”

“Your mother said something similar when your father came to visit from his home kingdom,” Helena pointed out. 

“Have a good time, you guys,” you bid your goodbyes to them to cut the conversation short, laughing to yourself when you heard them groan and complain behind you. You walked over to Jungkook, who was speaking animatedly with some children. 

“Queen Y/N, Queen Y/N!” One of the little girls, who you knew as Boram, called out to you.

“Hi Boram,” you smiled, watching fondly as she did her best to do a bow to you before you greeted the other children as well. “Hi Yihwa, hi Sangjun.”

“Your Highness,” Yihwa and Sangjun both replied, the two of them able to greet you a little more properly since they were seven and nine years old versus Boram’s tender five.

“Queen Y/N, are you gonna marry Jungkookie Oppa?” Boram wondered and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you bent down so that you were level with her. 

“You’re calling him Oppa already?” You wondered. “Do you like him that much?”

“He’s nice,” Boram nodded. 

“She’s just saying that because he let her zap him with her electricity,” Yihwa reported. 

“Ah, your powers came all the way in,” you deduced and Boram nodded excitedly. 

“My ceremony is next week!” Boram announced happily. “Will you come?”

“You can’t ask her that, Boram,” Sangjun said. “She’s Queen and has other stuff to do.”

“I’ll have Jiminie check my schedule and we’ll see but no promises, ok?” You told Boram, making her nod reluctantly. 

“Jungkookie Oppa, can I use your hand to show Queen Y/N what I can do now?” Boram asked him hopefully and unable to deny her pouty lips, Jungkook nodded his head. 

“Sure, come on,” he gestured towards himself and Boram squealed excitedly, bounding over to stand in front of him. After you stood up straight again, you watched as Boram took a deep breath before making a spark of electricity with her finger, then using it to zap Jungkook’s palm. 

“Wow, amazing Boram!” You cheered, clapping your hands and making a big show of it. It was always a monumental moment when a person’s powers fully came in, and you wanted to encourage Boram as much as possible. 

Watching the exchange also made your respect for Jungkook grow exponentially. Getting a zap of electricity to your bare palm was no picnic and yet, Jungkook took it with a smile because of how happy it obviously made Boram. After that and seeing how he talked about magic books with Yihwa and what it was like being in the Navy with Sangjun, as well as talking to a bunch of other children and adults, it just confirmed what you had begun to suspect about Jungkook ever since your date in the meadow. 

Jungkook would make an amazing spouse and an amazing King, and now it was your move. 

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You paced back and forth on the balcony to the Throne Room, your blue dress breezing behind you and your gaze focused on the waves that were crashing against the shore. You had told Jimin to have Jungkook meet you here so that the two of you could talk, and your nerves were kind of starting to get the best of you as more time passed by. 

“Your Highness,” Jungkook called out and you turned around, watching as he strolled over to you. “You wanted to see me?” He was dressed in a tan shirt, tan slacks with suspenders holding them up, black shoes, and his hair pushed back from his face.

“Yes, hi,” you exhaled harshly as you stopped pacing and looked at him. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Well, I figured it must be important if you requested my presence,” he said. You took a quick deep breath in before releasing it, as a last ditch effort to calm yourself before you began to speak. 

“So, we both know the real reason why you were invited here?” You began. 

“Yes.”

“And over the last two weeks, we’ve gotten to know each other better than I thought we would,” you mentioned. “As a result, I’ve become interested in you and I hope the feeling is mutual.”

“It is,” Jungkook nodded with a smile. “Very much so.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” you sighed in relief. “But now, I need to know how you feel about Zamia.”

“I told you, I love it,” he replied honestly. “It took my breath away when I first got here and after attending that dedication ceremony with you and getting to speak to the people, I fell in love even more. If needed, I’ll do anything necessary to support Zamia and you as well, if you allow me to.”

“And you’re not just here to take Zamia away from me?” You asked and Jungkook shook his head with a furrowed brow. Although it was much rarer now, it wasn’t unheard of for a woman or a man to marry into a royal family just to stage a coup and snatch the power for themselves. 

“The thought of that never even entered my mind, or my family’s mind,” he assured you. “I’m also a third born son so power hasn’t ever been high on my list of goals in life.”

“But that could be a reason why you came here,” you shot back. 

“See for yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, extending his hand out to you. You grabbed onto it, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing your eyes to flutter shut as his thoughts and feelings flooded into your mind.

The very first thing you felt was peace, which you always interpreted as meaning someone was being honest or had pure intentions. That peaceful feeling almost became overwhelming and that only confirmed how truthful Jungkook was being. 

The second thing wasn’t a feeling, but a vision. The two of you were walking in the meadow that you had taken him to, hand in hand with two little figures running around in front of you. You could see how bright your smile was as you watched what you assumed would be your children play together and Jungkook eyes were focused on you, smiling at you with a look in his eyes that could only be described as fondness. 

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped as you opened your eyes, seeing that Jungkook was looking right at you with a soft smile. 

“Did you see?” He wondered and you nodded your head slowly. “That’s what I hope for when I think of my future here, with you.” 

“Jungkook,” you whispered as tears welled up in your eyes, the vision of your prospective future making you emotional. Jungkook instantly moved closer to you then, gently cupping your face in his hands and making you look into his eyes. 

“I know you have your reservations and I respect them, but I’m telling you that I want this and I want you, regardless of what that might entail,” he stated firmly. Looking into his brown eyes and not knowing what words might even exist for you to properly communicate how he made you feel, you decided to that the only thing that could tell him was a kiss. So that’s exactly what you did. 

Your lips crashed against his passionately, your hands wrapping around his neck to grip at the hair on the back of his head. Jungkook returned your eagerness as his hands slipped away from your face and down to your waist, gripping you tightly and pulling you closer to him. He walked the both of you backwards until you were pressed up against the ledge of the balcony, your back arching as his lips trailed away from yours and began to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. 

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Mm, our Queen has a potty mouth,” Jungkook murmured teasingly, making you laugh out loud. 

“Yeah, kind of.”

“I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one making you curse,” he said deeply and you found yourself nodding your head. He captured your lips with his again, making you moan again as the two of you made out. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips but suddenly, you realized where you were and what you two were doing and how it would look if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony. 

“Wait, wait, wait, we can’t,” you gasped, placing your hands against his chest and pushing him back slightly. “We can’t go too far, you know?”

“Of course, of course,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you chuckled. 

“What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day?” He questioned suddenly. 

“I’m free.”

“Great. Wait here for an hour and then meet me in the meadow, ok?” He said and you shrugged your shoulders before nodding. He pressed one last kiss to your lips and before you could ask where he was going or what he had up his sleeve, he raced away from you. 

After an hour of more pacing and not knowing what to do with yourself in order to stay occupied, you rode your horse to the meadow and once you got there, you saw Jungkook already standing near the stream as he waited for you. 

“What is all this about?” You wondered as you stepped over to stand in front of him.

“If we’re going to do this, I wanted to do it the right way,” Jungkook told you, reaching out and grabbing both of your hands in his. “You don’t have to feel obligated to say yes to what I’m about to ask you, ok?”

“Ok,” you nodded. A soft gasp escaped you when you watched him get down on one knee in front of you, letting go of one of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a large, round sapphire engagement ring. The band was gold and the sapphire was surrounded by white diamonds on either side. 

“Y/N-ah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Jungkook asked and you nodded your head up and down rapidly, squealing lightly when he slid the ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand. 

“It’s beautiful Jungkook,” you murmured as you held your hand up, admiring the ring. 

“My father gave it to my mother the day that I was born,” he explained as he stood up. “The sapphire is my birth stone and before she passed, my mother gave it to me to use as an engagement ring for the right woman.”

“And I’m the right woman?” You wondered as you wrapped your arms around his neck while he set his hands on your hips. 

“Absolutely,” Jungkook stated firmly. At a loss for words, which seemed to be a regular occurrence when you were around Jungkook, you settled for pulling him into a passionate kiss in an effort to communicate exactly how you were feeling at that moment. 

“I’m going to be everything that you need me to be, I promise,” Jungkook whispered against your lips. 

“I know, I know,” you smiled before kissing him again and you did know, deep down inside of you, that he was a person you could trust and depend on. 

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A month later, wedding preparation was in full swing and the palace, as well as the entire kingdom of Zamia, was buzzing with excitement. Admittedly, you were as well. Even though you still had your typical duties as Queen to take care of, planning your wedding had proven to be unexpectedly fun and you loved setting up even the smallest of details. 

Jungkook was a big help as well, coming with you to every meeting that had even the smallest thing to do with the wedding and offering you his support on your official duties as well. He had also kept his promise to you as he began to undertake his own royal duties for Zamia, and you found that the load he took off your shoulders was incredibly helpful. 

Despite that, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much alone time together since you announced your engagement and you were surprised by just how much you missed his presence. You missed his humor, his smile, his laugh, and how he always made you feel at ease. 

“Y/N-ah?” Jimin called out and you turned around from where you had been staring out of the window at the shore in front of the palace. “Jungkook’s back.”

“Great,” you smiled, gathering up the hem of your blue dress in your hands and rushing down the hallway and down the grand staircase. Once you made it to the side door which was already open due to the helpers who were bringing Jungkook’s bags into the palace, you ran outside to see Jungkook standing next to the limousine.

“Jungkook!” You cheered and he turned around, his grin wide as he opened his arms and you didn’t hesitate to run into them, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up off the ground. The kiss grew heated pretty quickly, your tongue slipping into Jungkook’s mouth as you felt his hands roam over your waist through the material of your dress. 

“Oh, I missed you baby,” Jungkook murmured against your lips and you smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him. 

“I missed you more,” you cooed, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head. “How was Pica? And your family?”

“They’re all good, excited to come here at the end of the week for the wedding,” he told you as he set you back down on the ground. You wrapped your arm around his and intertwined your fingers together as you both walked back into the palace. “And I got the rest of my things.”

“You’re officially moved in then,” you noted. 

“Yep and you’re stuck with me,” he teased, making you roll your eyes playfully. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”

“Eh, the usual,” you shrugged. “Work and more work, as always.”

“I hope you won’t be too busy for me after the wedding.”

“I won’t be, because I’ll have you by my side,” you smiled up at him and he returned your smile as the two of you climbed the staircase and then strolled down the hallway together. 

“I hope you have your gift picked out for me for the ceremony,” you mentioned. “It’s tomorrow.” The ceremony that you were speaking of was a tradition for royal engaged couples, where they would present each other with a gift in front of their families and the Solar Council as a way of affirming their promises to each other and as a way of blessing their coming union. Typically, the gift was an extension of one’s magical powers but it was always interesting to see what each couple came up with.

“I already have my gift for you and you’re going to love it, I know it,” he said cockily. 

“You sure about that? It’s gonna be hard to outdo the present that my dad gave my mom.”

“He gave her a fucking island!” Jungkook exclaimed, making you giggle at his facial expression. 

“You better had come up with something that good then,” you joked. Smirking, Jungkook leaned against the wall and pulled you with him, forcing your body flush up against his as he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You’re a menace, you know?” He said. 

“I’ve been told,” you smiled. “At least you know you’ll never be bored.”

“That I do,” he chuckled before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you firmly. Per usual, you lost yourself in the kiss, your body melting into Jungkook’s as your lips slotted together. You had no idea how long the two of you ended up staying there, pressed up against that wall, until someone cleared their throat and caused the two of you to break apart. 

“So sorry to interrupt the two of you,” Yoongi huffed. “But you’re late for your next meeting, your Highness.”

“And you have a lesson on Zamia’s history to attend, Prince Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “Which I remind you, you have to finish before the wedding on Saturday.”

“Of course,” Jungkook sighed with a smile. 

“Give us a second, we’ll be right there,” you told them, and Yoongi and Jimin nodded before walking away. 

“No privacy,” you scoffed. 

“Well, we are in the hallway,” Jungkook pointed out. “Good thing that we were because if we were anywhere else more private, you wouldn’t be going to that meeting.”

“Oh yeah?” You purred. “And why is that?”

“Because you wouldn’t be able to walk,” he whispered and you felt a tingle in your lower half. The sexual tension had been a constant any time the two of you were together since you had gotten engaged, and there had been several times over the last month that you had to stop yourself from falling into that temptation. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have been able to, especially since you had before in your life, but as Queen, you wanted to do things in a more “traditional” way and save that for you and Jungkook until your wedding night. 

“We’ll have two weeks off after the wedding and my dad will take over for us so I hope you’ll keep that promise,” you murmured. 

“Let’s go!” Yoongi shouted from the end of the hall and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. 

“You better go before Yoongi hyung blows a gasket,” Jungkook laughed. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”

“Of course,” you nodded. “Have a good day.”

“You too, baby,” he smiled, leaning down and giving you one last kiss before pulling away from you and allowing you both to go your separate ways. 

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The next night, you were stood outside of the Throne Room, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. The time for the Gift Ceremony had come and Jungkook’s family, as well as your father and the Solar Council were inside of the Throne Room to watch. 

“Y/N-ah?” Jimin said and you raised your head to look at him. “You ready?”

“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile. “Do I look ok?”

“Gorgeous,” Jimin chuckled, reaching out and fixing the golden crown that sat on top of your head. You were dressed in a golden gown that had a blue overlay and swept the floor when you walked. 

“Let’s go then,” you squared your shoulders, watching as Jimin cued to the helpers and they opened the double doors. You began to walk inside, a wide smile falling onto your lips when you saw Jungkook, dressed in his naval uniform as usual, standing next to Yoongi as he waited for you. 

Once you made it to your throne, Yoongi motioned for everyone to take a seat and when they did, he turned to look at you and Jungkook. 

“This is the Gift Ceremony, where the two of you will present each other with a gift to mark your commitment to both each other and your upcoming marriage,” Yoongi recited. “Please kneel.” You and Jungkook did so, and Yoongi reached down to grab ahold of one of your hands and one of Jungkook’s before placing them together. 

“As the Leader of the Solar Council, I hereby bless this upcoming union with the approval of my fellow Councilmembers,” Yoongi said. “Are the both of you entering into this union of your own choice, in sound mind and body?”

“I am,” you and Jungkook responded together. 

“Please stand,” Yoongi instructed and you both stood up straight again, still holding onto each other’s hand. “Your Highness, Queen Y/N, will present her gift first. Your Highness.”

“Jungkook,” you began as you turned to look at each other. “I cannot express how happy I am to be joining you in marriage and to have you as a part of my family. I love how caring and loving you are, and how thoughtful you are of other people. Because of that, I have chosen to give you the gift of voice echo.”

“Really?” Jungkook gasped and you nodded with a smile. 

“With this gift, you’ll be able to project your voices to places that you’re not present in,” you explained. “Meaning that even your family will be able to hear you from here to Pica.”

“Jungkook, do you accept this gift?” Yoongi asked.

“Yes,” Jungkook confirmed and Yoongi motioned for him to kneel again, which he did. You took a deep breath then, raising your hands up and waiting until a fine, yellow haze began to generate between your palms. Once you were satisfied by how much there was, you began to slowly wave your hands over Jungkook’s head, causing the yellow haze to flow downwards over his hair. 

“As Monarch of Zamia, I grant you this power,” you crooned. The haze dissipated and Jungkook stood up, and you motioned for him to try it. “Go ahead.” 

“Taehyungie hyung?” Jungkook whispered, so soft that you barely heard him and he was standing right next to you.

“I hear you, Jungkookie,” Taehyung revealed with a smile and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his cheeks had to hurt. 

“Now, Prince Jungkook, your gift,” Yoongi moved them along. 

“Well, I went back and forth on what to get you,” he began. “My powers together are a weird combination so it was a challenge at first but I think you’ll love what I came up with.” He stepped down off of the small platform where your throne was and moved a few steps backwards, making you arch an eyebrow since you didn’t know what he was doing.

Holding his hands out over the floor, Jungkook’s stare was intense as a gust of wind began to create a vortex at his feet. You watched as the vortex became bigger, so much so that it was almost as tall as Jungkook was. 

“Jungkook?” You called out, slightly worried that the vortex was going to hurt him. 

“It’s ok,” he promised as he glanced at you over his shoulder. “She’s coming.”

“She?” You echoed and when you looked back at the vortex, you realized that it was looking less like a vortex and was taking the shape of an actual person. Once some of the dust fell away, the image that was left behind had your jaw dropping and a loud gasp coming from everyone that was present. 

“Is that?” You croaked, seeing what was unmistakably your mother Thalia smiling down at you. 

“It’s your mother,” Jungkook smiled as he turned around and extended his hand to you. “Come here, it’s ok.” You stepped down off of the platform as well, pacing over to stand next to your fiancée as you looked up at the image in disbelief. 

“Can she hear me?” You asked as you grabbed onto his hand.

��What do you think?” Thalia wondered, and tears began to stream down your face steadily.

“Mommy,” you cried. 

“Hi my baby,” Thalia smiled softly, her eyes crinkling at the sides the way you remembered they always did. You marveled at how clear the image was, Thalia’s umber colored skin glowing in the light of the haze that she had appeared from.

“I miss you so much,” you gushed.

“And I miss you,” she replied. “I’m so proud of you though. You’ve been doing an amazing job as Queen since I left, not that I ever had any doubts.”

“You really think so?” You questioned, your ability to lead Zamia’s people one of the most pressing questions that you had been wishing you were able to ask your mother. 

“Absolutely, but there’s one thing that you could be working on.”

“What is it?”

“Learning to open up your heart,” Thalia said. “I know you and I know how you get set in your ways, but open your heart and allow Jungkook to love you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, my baby and Jungkook wants to give it to you so let him.”

“Daddy told me the same thing before Jungkook came,” you chuckled through tears. “About being open.”

“Well, your father taught me that same lesson and since you’re just like me, it makes sense that he taught it to you as well,” she giggled. The image of Thalia then turned around to look at your father Edric, who was sitting to the right of where you were standing. “I miss you so much, my love.”

“I miss you more,” Edric smiled sadly, lifting his hand to his mouth and blowing her a kiss. Thalia turned back to look at you then, smiling fondly. 

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Thalia told you before turning her gaze to Jungkook. “Take care of my baby.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jungkook nodded with a smile and suddenly, the image of Thalia disappeared and the wind that had created the vortex wrapped up into itself before flowing out of the window. 

Before Jungkook could ask how you felt about his gift, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug as you sobbed into his neck. 

“I can’t thank you enough,” you whimpered and Jungkook just hugged you tight you him as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. 

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Once your tears started, they just wouldn’t stop so Yoongi wrapped up the Gift Ceremony pretty swiftly and everyone dispersed, leaving Jungkook to walk you back to your bedroom as you recovered from the wave of emotions that you had just gone through. 

“If I had known you’d be this upset by my gift, I wouldn’t have done it,” Jungkook murmured and you instantly shook your head as you wiped your face free of tears for what felt like the hundredth time in the past half hour. 

“No! I loved it so much, that’s why I’m like this,” you told him. “When my mom passed, it was very sudden so I never felt like I got to say goodbye. Today, in the Throne Room, it kind of felt like closure, you know?”

“I know,” he nodded in understanding. “You don’t mind that I did it, right? I didn’t overstep?”

“You gave me the greatest gift I’ve gotten in my life,” you replied honestly. “I’ll never be able to repay you.”

“You don’t have to baby,” he said. “I did it because I wanted to, because I care about you.” The two of you made it to your large bedroom doors then and Jungkook let go of your hand that he was holding. “So, I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast?”

“Or we could go to breakfast together in the morning,” you suggested and Jungkook’s eyebrows rose in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Stay with me tonight,” you clarified. 

“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me or anything just because of my gift or-” you cut him off by leaving forward and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. His words faded into nothing, his lips moving with yours as you kissed him sweetly. 

“Stay with me, please,” you repeated after pulling back a little to look at him. “I want you to.”

“Ok baby, ok,” he nodded his agreement which made you smile. After grabbing his hand, you walked over to the door, nodding slightly to the two guards standing outside before opening one of the double doors and walking inside. 

“I didn’t know you had guards at your door,” Jungkook noted as he followed you inside and shut the door behind himself. 

“I wish I didn’t but the Solar Council insisted,” you shrugged. “A monarch thing.”

“Understandable,” he chuckled. You led him over to the bed before turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “They can’t...uh, hear anything in here, can they?”

“No, it’s soundproof,” you swore. “I had the room designed that way once the Solar Council said they wanted guards.”

“So if I wanted to make you scream my name,” Jungkook trailed off. 

“They wouldn’t hear a thing,” you finished. With that, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him as he kissed you passionately. He picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he bent down and laid you out on the bed before climbing on top of you. 

“I want to take care of you, Y/N-ah,” Jungkook murmured against your skin as his lips trailed downwards to our neck. “Will you let me?”

“Yes Jungkook,” you moaned as he left open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “Whatever you want.”

“Turn over for me so I can get this dress off,” he instructed and you nodded, waiting until he had moved off of you before sitting up and turning over so that your back was facing him. You reached up and took off your crown, holding it in your hands while Jungkook grabbed ahold of the zipper of your dress and pulled it downwards. 

Pulling the dress over your shoulders and exposing your gorgeous melanin infused skin, Jungkook couldn’t help but to lean forward and press soft kisses against your shoulder. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered.

“You’ve barely seen me yet,” you giggled as you reached over and sat your crown on the bedside table.

“I can already tell,” he huffed. You sat up on your knees then, pulling your dress down the rest of the way and then throwing it onto the floor before turning back around to lay flat on your back. He couldn’t help but to gawk at your body, a matching blue bra and panty set hugging your bust and hips. 

“Like what you see?” You purred teasingly. 

“Love it,” he smiled. 

“You get undressed too,” you said and he nodded his head, getting off of the bed and standing up straight as he began to take off his naval uniform. You turned onto your side and propped your head up on your hand, watching with a smile as he first took off his jacket then his pants and the sword that had been hanging at his hip. 

“You know, I can get used to this,” he mentioned.

“What?”

“You, laying in bed, waiting for me like this,” he said and you could feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment as he climbed back onto the bed. 

“Me too,” you agreed. You quickly sat up and undid your bra, pulling it from your body and throwing it to the side before Jungkook leaned down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. A loud gasp escaped you, your hands instantly threading themselves in his hair as you allowed him to cause your nipples to harden on his tongue.

“I’m gonna make you feel good baby, I promise,” he declared, moving down your body and leaving kisses in his path. You lifted your head slightly, smiling when he grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. You wordlessly spread your legs for him, which made him groan in appreciation when he saw your glistening folds. 

“So wet baby,” he whispered, using his fingers to spread your labia apart before diving in, sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out as your head fell back against the bed, your body writhing on the bed as Jungkook worked his mouth on you. 

Now, you were no stranger to sex at all. Jungkook wasn’t the first man to have ever courted you before but with him, you had to admit that it felt different. It wasn’t only the skill of his tongue that had you seeing stars but you felt such a strong connection to him, it was almost palpable. You guessed that this is what intimacy was and now that you’d felt it, you weren’t sure that you’d ever be able to give it up. 

“Oh God,” you whimpered, biting down harshly on your lip when Jungkook began to draw figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue. As he did so, he slipped one finger into you, moaning against you when he felt how easily you had let him in. 

“Shit, just like that,” you blurted out. Jungkook began to leave wide licks from the bottom of your clit up to the top before going back down and repeating the action, and that had your orgasm building up in your gut. 

“Ah, I-I’m gonna, gonna,” you tried to warn him but you cut yourself off with a sudden yell, your back arching up from the bed as you came on his tongue. Jungkook moaned appreciatively, slurping up your cum as you rode your orgasm out. 

“Good?” He asked and you nodded your head, slightly panting as he rose up and looked at you, licking your essence from his lips.

“So good,” you laughed in disbelief. Jungkook reached out then and gathered some of your wetness onto his fingers before using it to lubricate his cock, which was fully hard and bobbing against his lower stomach. 

“You ready for me to fuck you, baby?” He wondered and when you nodded your head rapidly like a child, he laughed fondly as he positioned himself so that he was on his knees in between your legs. 

“You sure you don’t want me to suck you off?” You asked. 

“No, I need to be inside of you now,” Jungkook shook his head. “Plus, we have all the time in the world to get to that later.”

“Mm, that we do,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the head of it against your slit, slowly pushing himself into you. You both sighed into each other’s mouths at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and Jungkook clutched onto the sheets next to your head as he worked you open.

“You’re so tight Y/N-ah, fuck,” he groaned harshly and the way that he moaned your name had your walls clenching around him. 

“And you’re fucking huge,” you huffed out with a laugh. “God damn it.”

“But you’re taking it so fucking well,” Jungkook swore as he looked down at you. “Like you were made for me.”

“Cheesy,” you giggled which made him laugh as well. “You can go faster.”

“Yeah?” He hummed and once you nodded, Jungkook made sure that he was steady on his knees before sitting up and fucking into you a little bit faster. He set up a steady rhythm then, making it easy for the two of you to lose yourselves in each other. 

“Just like that, shit,” you burst, your hands sliding from around his neck and trailing down his back. “Yes Jungkook.”

“Am I pleasing my Queen?” He wondered.

“You are but I’m not your Queen here, with just us two,” you told him. “I’m just Y/N with you.”

“My Y/N,” he said and hearing him call you his made you smile widely and what came out of your mouth next totally slipped out on accident. 

“I love you,” you said, your eyes widening slightly when you heard yourself say it. 

“I love you too,” Jungkook replied effortlessly, which left you even more confused. 

“Really?” 

“Of course. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he responded. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated, moaning when he kissed you again. Your movements became a lot more passionate and almost feral then, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him close and one of his hands reaching down to grip your thigh tightly. 

“Fuck yes, right there,” you panted, your entire body moving up and down on the bed with the force of Jungkook’s thrusts. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby, me too,” he grumbled. “Come with me baby.” Jungkook sped up the pace of his thrusts and put more force behind them, causing you to see stars and your orgasm slammed into you suddenly. 

“Fuck me!” You screamed in pleasure. “Jungkook! Jungkook!”

“That’s right, moan my fucking name while I fill your pussy up,” he commanded and all you could do was dig your nails into his skin while he used you to make himself come. Once he did and you felt his warmth flood inside of you, he collasped on top of you and you just laughed as you set your hands in his hair. 

“So much for waiting, huh?” He mumbled groggily.

“Yeah, but it felt right,” you shrugged. “The wedding’s in two days anyways so we were close enough.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you then, you both basking in the afterglow while coming down from your orgasms together. It had gotten so quiet, you had thought Jungkook had fallen asleep when he suddenly spoke up. 

“You know, we’re gonna have to redecorate this room once we’re married,” he pointed out.

“Why?” You questioned. “It’s in Zamia’s official colors.”

“I know but a change might be nice,” he said. “Plus, it’s our bedroom now.”

“You’re right,” you agreed. “Once we get back from our honeymoon, we can hire an interior designer.”

“Did we just make our first compromise?” Jungkook asked as he sat up to look down at you.

“I think we did,” you chuckled. “The first of many.”

“You got that right,” Jungkook smiled. “I love you Y/N-ah, and I can’t wait to marry you.”

“Me too and I love you too,” you replied, leaning up and kissing him gently. 

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“You about ready, baby girl?” Edric asked and you nodded your head, taking your bouquet of flowers from one of the helpers that were standing outside the double doors of the church. The day of the wedding had finally come and it had been declared a major holiday in the kingdom of Zamia. Every citizen, old and young, had come to stand outside of the church and catch a glimpse of you in your wedding dress.

Speaking of the dress, it was the traditional white dress with sleeves that covered your arms and a scooped neckline. The body of the dress was adorned with calla lilies, which were the official flower of Zamia and both your veil and train of your dress were cathedral length, which you figured was appropriate since you were literally getting married in a cathedral. To finish off the look, of course, was your golden crown.

“It’s time, your Highnesses,” a helper named Karina told you. 

“Here goes nothing,” you whispered, hooking your hand onto Edric’s arm and waiting for the double doors to be opened. Once they were, you and your father began the walk down the insanely long aisle, smiling politely at all of the guests who had come from far and wide to attend. They varied from family and friends of yours and Jungkook’s, to Kings and Queens from other kingdoms as well as their dignitaries. 

The only person you seemed to be able to focus on though, was standing at the opposite end of the aisle next to the priest. Jungkook was dressed in a classic black suit, having decided to forgo his naval uniform since he was longer a part of Pica’s navy. His hair was pushed back away from his face, showcasing his strong jawline and his gorgeous eyes. You couldn’t help but to smile widely when the two of you locked eyes with each other and Jungkook did the same, his nose scrunching up adorably. 

Soon enough, you and your father made it to the altar and Jungkook moved to stand next to your father on the opposite side of you while the priest motioned for the guests to take their seats.

“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” The priest asked. 

“Her mother and I do,” Edric answered. You turned to him then, allowing him to kiss your cheek over your veil before he shook Jungkook’s hand and went to his seat in the front row. 

“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” the priest began. “If there’s anyone who has just cause why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” When a few seconds of silence were all that followed afterward, the priest continued on. 

“Being as though this is both a wedding ceremony and a coronation of sorts, we’ll keep things straight and to the point, like our Queen here,” the priest joked, making you, Jungkook, and all of the guests laugh. “Rings, please.” Jimin stepped forward and handed you Jungkook’s wedding band, while Taehyung handed Jungkook yours.

“Queen Y/N, we’ll start with you. Please take Jungkook’s hand and repeat after me,” he instructed and you nodded, holding onto Jungkook’s left hand while you held his wedding band in your right. “I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health.”

“I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health,” you echoed. 

“For better or worse.”

“For better or worse.”

“For richer or poorer.”

“For richer or poorer.”

“Til death do us part.”

“Til death do us part,” you finished, sliding the band onto his fourth finger then. 

“Prince Jungkook, now you,” the priest said and you and Jungkook switched hands, your left hand resting in his now. “I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health.”

“I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health,” Jungkook repeated.

“For better or worse.”

“For better or worse.”

“For richer or poorer.”

“For richer or poorer.”

“Til death do us part.”

“Til death do us part,” Jungkook said as he slid your ring onto your ring finger. 

“Now Prince Jungkook, please answer the following questions with honesty,” the priest said. “Do you solemnly vow to guard and aid the kingdom of Zamia?”

“I do,” Jungkook nodded, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. 

“Do you vow to go to war for the kingdom of Zamia, if the need ever arises?”

“I do.”

“And do you solemnly vow to act in the best interests of this kingdom at all times, to the best of your ability?” The priest finished. 

“I do,” Jungkook agreed and you smiled proudly, your heart warming at hearing Jungkook answer the same questions that you had on the day of your coronation five years prior.

“Please kneel,” the priest said and Jungkook let go of your hand before he got down on one knee. Councilwoman Kim stepped up onto the altar then, holding a pillow that held a replica of your crown on top. The priest took ahold of the crown, picking it up and moving slowly before gently lowering it down onto Jungkook’s head. Once he did, Jungkook stood up again and grabbed ahold of your hand again. 

“I now pronounce you man and wife, as well as Queen and King of Zamia,” the priest declared. “King Jungkook, you may now kiss your bride.”

Jungkook turned to you, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your veil before lifting it up and over your head. Wrapping your arms around each other, Jungkook pulled you into a searing kiss which made the guests inside the church and even the citizens outside of the church cheer wildly. 

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I love you too,” you replied with a grin. 

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“Jungkook, watch out!” Jungkook turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he saw a ball of fire coming straight at him. Using his super speed, he ran over to the other side of your bedroom, sighing heavily when the ball of fire hit one of the large potted planets that sat next to the window and lit it aflame.

“Y/N-ah,” he huffed. 

“It’s not my fault! It’s the babies,” you pouted as you walked out of the en suite bathroom, your hands cradling the bottom of your large baby bump. You were nine months pregnant and due any day with twins. You and Jungkook had only been married for nine months as well, meaning that you had gotten pregnant on your wedding night (or the day of your Gift Ceremony, which you felt was the more likely possibility but no one knew about that besides you and Jungkook).

“I’ll be happy when you give birth and stop accidentally setting things on fire,” Jungkook said, grabbing one of the many fire extinguishers that had been placed throughout the palace during your pregnancy and using it to put out the burning leaves. 

“Again, it’s not me,” you whined. “I’m having contractions, which is making it harder to control.” The thing that was causing you to set things on fire was power tapping, which is something a lot of people experienced while they were pregnant. It just meant that you had access to whatever power your future child was going to have while you were still carrying them, meaning that one, or god forbid both, of your children were going to have the power of pyrokinesis. 

“Just imagine what it’s gonna be like for the first five years of their lives,” Jungkook shuddered at the thought and you did your best to take some deep breaths. “How are you contractions though?”

“Getting painful,” you confessed. “They’ve been steadily getting worse since last night.”

“Maybe we should call the doctor then? Get you ready to bring the little ones into the world?” he offered, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. You gratefully leaned into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you laid your cheek on his chest. 

“I’m nervous,” you admitted in a quiet voice.

“Why?”

“Because I’m gonna have to give birth to two babies and once they’re born, I’ll be stuck here in the palace while you take over for me,” you explained. 

“Hey, we talked about this,” Jungkook scolded you softly. “You staying here and recovering with our babies is more important than you going back to work and inevitably stressing yourself out trying to do everything at once. Plus, this is a part of the reason why I’m here for you, to take some of the stress and worry off of your shoulders. I got you baby.”

“I know,” you smiled as you looked up at him. “I know and I trust you. I’ve just never taken any time off.”

“That’s why you deserve it,” he told you. “You have to take care of you, ok?”

“Alright,” you groaned, clutching onto his shirt when you felt another contraction begin.

“Should Jimin hyung call the doctor?” He asked and you nodded your head rapidly. 

“Please.” 

Seven hours later, you were laying in your bed with your son and your daughter on your chest. Your labor has been easily the hardest thing you’d ever done but as soon as you saw their little faces, which were a perfect mix of your own face and Jungkook’s, you knew that all the months of morning sickness, mood swings, and setting almost everything (and everyone) on fire had been worth it.

“Y/N, you did so good baby,” Jungkook grinned, leaning over and kissing your forehead.

“I didn’t think I was gonna make it there for a second,” you chuckled. “But I’m just happy that they’re here and healthy.”

“We still have to name them,” he pointed out. 

“Well, I don’t know about him but I like Ja-young for her,” you said, lifting one of your hands and running it over your daughter’s thick, curly hair. 

“How about Jung-hwa for him?” Jungkook offered. 

“Sounds good,” you smiled. “Little Ja-young and Jung-hwa.”

“I love you so much, Y/N-ah,” he whispered and you looked up at him, still not used to how much love would be in Jungkook’s eyes any time that you saw him looking at you. 

“I love you too,” you replied, sighing happily when he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. Before you met Jungkook, you’d have no interest in marriage or having a family but now that you did, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. All it took was a Prince from an unassuming kingdom to teach you that what was really important in life that was to someone who loved you, without conditions and without reservations. 

Yeah, you were pretty damn lucky to have Jeon Jungkook in your life. 

[hobeemin]

black magic man

🪄 genre: smut, pwp, supernatural, magic au

🪄 pairing: warlock!park jimin x poc!(f) reader

🪄 summary: it was his eyes that lured you in at first. who was he? why did he have this affect on her? a simple smile was all it took to be spellbound by this mystery man of her dreams.

🪄 rating: 18+

🪄 warning(s): swearing, exhibitionism, use of magic, spellcasting, illusions, kissing, making out, oral (f receiving), fingering, breast play, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, creampie, unprotected sex

🪄 word count: 1.6k

🪄 credits: 💜💜

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4

🪄 a/n: a huge thank you to @missgeniality​ for beta reading this for me. i really appreciate it 💜💙

❖   BBCS Sip, Vibe, & Create Event: Double Double, Toil In Trouble hosted by @btsblackcreatorsociety​

⤞ Category: warlocks

⤞ Theme(s): harvest moon | spells

⤞ Kinks: exhibitionism 

His gaze alone rendered her speechless. Her breath caught in her throat as the distance grew short. She blinked and gulped softly. 

This man was a sin in a physical form. Oval-shaped face with high cheekbones and kissable full lips. Tousled, medium-length dark brown hair with bangs covered those piercing eyes. Even decked in all black, he managed to stand out effortlessly. Taking her hand into his, he kissed her knuckles lightly. Her voice caught in her throat.

As she remained silent, he released her hand. “I’m Jimin. What’s your name? ”

Finding her voice, she felt entranced. “Y/N.”

“Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

“Yes,” she answered softly.

Gripping her waist, he pulled her close, bringing her flush against him. She let out a dull moan, making him smirk. She followed suit, straddling his leg. Biting his lip, he leaned close to her ear, his breath tickling her skin.

“You have no idea how much I want you, Y/N.”

She gripped his shoulders, making him laugh against her collarbone. 

“W-Wish this was real,” she breathed out.

“It’s not?”

“I’ll wake up soon.”

Jimin hummed in understanding. “How about I leave you with something to remember me by?”

Before she could react, his lips were pressed to hers. Those soft, pillowy lips. As his tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, she whimpered, obliging his wishes. The kiss grew with wanton lust, and suddenly she was up against a wall. She pouted as he pulled away, his forehead dropping to her shoulder.

“Could kiss you forever.”

Lifting his head, he pecked her lips, making a smile appear on her face. “Want more?”

She bobbed her head eagerly. With her permission, Jimin slid his hand under her skirt, caressing her skin as he reached his goal. Just as his digits slipped under her underwear, a sudden sound made her jump.

Looking around, she balled her fists and fell back into the pillows. “Damn it! Not again!” 

Every night the same thing. Y/N would relive the same scene over and over again. He haunted her dreams. Frustration covered her face as she got out of bed to start her day; all she could see was his face. 

Why was she having these thoughts? She knew she couldn’t tell her friends; they’d just look at her funny. She could hear it now.

“I’m having sex dreams about some random dude.”

Yeah. Sounded ridiculous out loud.

She sighed as she got dressed, deciding that going about her day would be her best bet. 

And so she did. 

As the day turned to night, she returned home, exhausted from the day. She walked over to her balcony and looked at the view. Much to her surprise, the moon seemed more prominent than usual. With an orange hue, it seemed to draw her in. 

“Beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.”

She spun to see him. Those piercing eyes, those pillowy lips. It was him! Jimin!

He brushed his bangs back, biting his lip at her. “Hello, Y/N.”

“How–”

He stepped forward with a wicked grin. “You’ve been haunting my dreams, dear.”

What?

Closing the distance, his thumb caressed her cheek. “I know you’ve been thinking about me too, right?”

This has got to be a dream.

Why not play along?

She moved her head, so his thumb was now over her lips. Not breaking her gaze, she pushed it past her lips to suckle. A growl left his lips. 

“You little devil. You don’t know what you do to me,” he husked.

“Why don’t you show me,” she taunted.

His tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “You know what are you asking?”

“No, but why don’t we find out.”

“You needn’t say a word, little devil,” he whispered.

Jimin waved his hand around them, and Y/N watched as her apartment transformed into a place in the forest. Candles surrounded them in a circle, and the moon was bright above. Jimin waved his hand once more as the candles became lit.

He turned to look at her with that all-knowing smile. She felt entranced once more as she undressed down to her underwear. Jimin unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his god-like physique. 

He was otherworldly. 

Lips crashing against hers, he guided her to the ground. Even though they lay on the grass, it felt like she was on a silk bed. She gasped as his lips dragged across her pulse points. She felt like she had an out-of-body experience. Everything was aflame. Her nails dug into his back, making him hiss with want. He couldn’t keep his hands off her, thumbs flicking over her nipples, making her whimper.

“Wanted you for so long, Y/N. Can’t believe I have you,” he groaned.

“Make love to me, Jimin,” she purred.

“I will and so much more,” he husked.

Y/N slipped out of her underwear as Jimin stared in amazement. Y/N parted her legs for him, free of the confines, and he nearly dived in. Her scent, an olfactory aphrodisia, made him moan out as he spread her legs wider, clit swollen from neglect. Jimin kissed up her legs, nipping at her skin. Each noise and movement only made him hungry for more. Finally, he reached his goal. His eyes darkened with passion; his tongue found her clit, flicking it gently.

Her cries rang out in the forest as Jimin lapped at the juices, moaning from the sounds of pleasure she created. She rutted against his tongue, a shuddering mess. She felt alive for the time. An unusual sensation grew as if fire pooled in her abdomen. 

“J-Jimin–”

“It's okay little devil, let go. ”

Her hips rose off the ground just as her body jerked forward. Jimin ceased his movements, watching as she orgasmed. Once the wave settled, she could only collapse as her breathing became haggard. He moved up to kiss her lips, stroking her hair.

“I’ve never come like that before,” she confessed quietly.

He couldn’t help but feel a little smug with what she said. His arrogance grew–as if it could.

“The night’s not even close to being over. You’ll be craving me long after I’m done.”

Settling between her legs, Y/N’s eyes lifted to look at him. They widened at the sight. His size worried her for a moment. He noticed the expression on her face, took her hand, and placed it on his shaft with a soft smile. 

“It’s alright. I’ll be gentle.”

She squeezed him as precum dribbled from the head. Jimin threw his head back with a shudder.

“I-I need you, little devil.”

Lining at her entrance, he inched himself past her folds, only pausing at how tight her grip was around him. Her nails dug into his back as he guided himself inside her. Y/N felt her eyes roll back at the feeling of being full.

“Am I hurting you?”

“N-No, keep going,” she gasped. “K-Keep going.”

Once their hips were flushed, each let out a satisfied groan. A haze fell over the two as Jimin began to thrust, grunting each time their hips met. Jimin hooked her legs up over his shoulders, moving from a different angle. All she could do was keen at his touches. Jimin only had eyes for her, bending down to swallow her moans with a passionate kiss, sucking her tongue sensually. He pulled away to look at her.

Damn, if anyone saw them in this act, it only furthered his arousal within the moment. He reached for a breast tugging at her nipple roughly.

“Be mine,” he said gruffly. 

His words made the knot in her belly constrict for the second time of the night. With a cry, he flipped their positions, bouncing her on his cock. Their movements became sloppy as her walls clenched his cock, making him move faster as he sought his pleasure and hers. Her hips met his as the sounds of skin slapping grew louder.

“J-Jimin!”

Her back arched, and her head fell back. He reached for her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. She shivered under his touch, not wanting it to end. Whipping her curls to the side, she met his gaze. With a strangled grunt, he sat up and released his seed into her cunt, filling her womb and letting it spill out onto his lap. As both crumbled, his head fell between her breasts as they both sat there spent in an embrace. She ran her nails lazily through his damp hair, humming to herself. She felt light and heavy at the same time. With his last bit of strength, he inched up and kissed her, suckling her tongue gently.

Once they caught their breath, Jimin looked into her eyes with a smile. 

“You’re nothing like I’d imagined.” 

“I could say the same thing,” she giggled.

He reached over to one of the candles and brought it close. Under the flame, it seemed as if his eyes glowed.

“Only the moon and stars witnessed this. Do you swear your loyalty to them?”

Her brow quirked with confusion. “What does that mean?”

Jimin ran his hand over the flame, not affected by the heat. “It means I want you, Y/N. Will you be mine?”

“I–”

“Don’t think. Just say it,” he instructed.

She could hear it being said before she could stop herself.

“Yes.”

With a mischievous grin, Jimin blew out the candle and plunged them into complete darkness.

“And so it begins.”

The alarm went off as her eyes opened suddenly. Y/N looked around to see that she was lying in her bed. Running her hands through her curls, the previous night's events ran through her thoughts.

“Damn, It was a dream.”

Sighing, she jumped out of bed and headed to her bathroom. As she began her morning routine, she dropped the facial cream as she stared at her reflection, and a moon and stars were etched on her clavicle.

[jjksblackgf]

three of cups (m) | namgi

pairing — witch!namjoon x witch!reader x witch!yoongi summary — in the Three of Cups, three young people are dancing with each other in a circle, raising their cups in a toast of joy and celebration. They are bound by their emotional connection and friendship. Unlike their tarot counterparts, these three young people are also bound by their sexual chemistry. genre — supernatural, smutt rate — 21+ word count — 2.9k warnings — explicit sexual content, supernatural themes, mentions of death, mention of blood drinking, polyamorous romance, mention of alcohol intake, threesome, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration author's note — the biggest of thanks to @yoon2k for the amazing, genius, groundbreaking, sensational banner!! she saw me struggling and lent a helping hand, as the kind person she is <3 everyone say thank you, fi <3

❖ BBCS Sip, Vibe, & Create Event: Double Double, Toil in Trouble hosted by @btsblackcreatorsociety ⤞ Category: witches ⤞ Theme(s): nature, spells ⤞ Kinks: double penetration, threesome

🕸 NO-FACETOBER hosted by @bangtanbathhouse ⤖ 「 Day 1 」 : eerie ⤖ 「 Day 9 」 : cauldron ⤖ 「 Day 18 」 : candles ⤖ 「 Day 25 」 : mystic

My arms were almost elbow deep in the soil as I worked to make room for some new vegetable plants. The leaves of the forest were starting to change colors, announcing that the weather was about to get chilly, so why not plant some brussel sprouts? 

I placed some Citrine crystals and covered them with dirt before sowing the seeds. I heard some steps coming in my direction, but that didn’t deter me from my work. The soft wind shifted towards me, and I smelled Namjoon’s perfume close by. I could feel his gaze on my back now.

“Are you sure you want to put the citrines under the seeds?” he asked, sounding not entirely confident in my planting skills. “I usually just plant only half of them, so the other half stays above ground…”

“Yes, I am sure,” I replied, a little exasperated, a little amused. Of course I should expect some observations and notes from Namjoon. He always liked his work done a certain way. “Are you done harvesting for dinner tonight?”

“Almost…” he said, abashed. I didn’t hear another word from him, so he must’ve scattered to the other side of the garden.

A regular day in our coven of three consisted of tending our garden, doting on our cute cats, and sharing laughter and joy with each other. Our regular nights also had a routine. We’d eat a spell blessed meal together, right before we devoured each other.

Yoongi spent most of his days at his crafting table, each and every time coming with more creative and functional pieces to fill our small cottage. Namjoon and I shared a love for nature, so our hands were always full of ingredients, and we made sure our house always smelled like fresh flowers. 

We also joined in prayer for devotion to our Gods. Brewing potions and casting various spells around the forest surrounding our home. Our cauldron would always be the center of attention, placed underneath the thicker branches of the spruce trees that decorated our front yard.

And today was no different from our general routine. That was until we reached nighttime. 

The wind whistled through the tree branches above, and Namjoon shivered. The darkness of the night was troublesome. The new moon usually gave more of a stage to the bright stars, but those were also nowhere to be found. All I could hear were steps disturbing the fallen foliage. 

None of us knew what to make of the sound of steps coming your way. Or the disturbing darkness that was trying to engulf our cottage. 

Did we do something wrong? I thought to myself. Maybe we accidentally conjured something we shouldn't in our earlier ceremony…

I wanted some reassurance from Yoongi, but he was busy casting a spell to protect our house from whatever came to visit us tonight. That left only Namjoon and me, neither with enough knowledge to fight this by ourselves.

Bottled in glass jars, I placed the banishing spells along the tree branches and trunks, and lit candles along the path. Namjoon’s knowledge of the forest gave him an instinctual sense of where to place everything, and I was relieved to just follow along.

The unknown steps got closer and closer, riling up the wind within its proximity. But neither of us ceased our work. Some of the candles gave up under the powerful gush, and I wondered if there was time to go back and light them up again. I heard a different set of steps coming in our direction, and my heart almost stopped, fearing getting cornered by the shadow. But I relaxed when Yoongi’s voice filled my ears.

“Let’s go to the cauldron,” he said. His voice was a little troubled, and I could see the fear buried deep within his eyes. He helped Namjoon with the spell jars, while I focused on relighting the path back to the cottage. 

Yoongi had everything ready for our collective spell. Ingredients were correctly placed, and the words glowed on the page as we read them in our Grimoire. The wind got worse, and we could hear the wind chimes rustling with intensity. We finished reading the inscriptions, and with a loud scream, our visitor fleeted the scene. The sky suddenly cleared and we got to see the stars again. 

We stared at each other for a moment. I could see both relief and fear mingled behind their eyes. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, steading myself. I was still a bit shaken. I’d never seen anything like that before. I’ve never felt such dark energy. 

My hands went to my face as I stood in front of the cauldron. I could still feel the heat of the cast iron warming my feet. Suddenly, I felt two pairs of arms embracing me. I didn’t realize until then that I was sobbing.

“Shh, it’s over now, honey. It’s okay now…” Yoongi cooed, caressing my arm. Namjoon hugged me the tightest, and I could feel his lips at the top of my head. “Let’s get you something to eat, hm?”

We decided to cook our meal outside, using our spells cauldron for extra protection. Yoongi went inside to gather the ingredients, while Namjoon maintained the cauldron warmed with fresh wood. I didn’t sit idly either, relighting some candles for extra brightness.

I wanted my hands busy, to do something useful and be the asset I always saw myself as, but both of them insisted I take it easy. Frustrated, I sat on the ground, on top of our outside blanket. Namjoon followed not long after, taking me in his long arms. He hugged me tight against his chest and hummed a song I didn’t recognize, and it calmed me down a little.

With our food prepared, and our prayers done, we sat down and communed in silence. Until Yoongi pulled out the bottle of wine.

I hadn’t realized we talked all night. The sky turned from deep black to lighter and lighter shades of gray. It took me by surprise, and I felt a mixture of awe and embarrassment. These men sure knew how to keep me distracted.

The bottle of wine was dry for many hours now, and I could bet none of us felt the buzz anymore. Every now and again I’d remember the night’s events and tremble, but another conversation would always be more interesting. I didn’t know if that was intentional. I didn’t have that much time to think about it, honestly.

But after the initial shock, I was starting to settle into a deeper despair. Imagining and calculating how close we’d come to death… I stared at the beginning of the path to the forest, the candles almost burnt to the very end. I felt the urge to follow that path. In the daylight I could calculate the damage better…

Namjoon laughed loudly, distracting me from my musings.

“Oh, c’mon! That’s literally the worst story you ever told! You never did that! Stop lying to us!” He chortled, half annoyed, half curious. He just couldn’t believe Yoongi had ever come face to face with a Siglas. 

The legend of the Siglas was a very common one. Everyone involved with the supernatural world had heard of it. It’d even reached human ears, and now the story lived through many cultures, with many names and interpretations.

Siglas, God of good fortune and ambition, had a wife named Varok. They roamed the Earth spreading their love far amongst other beings. However, there was a demon, Renag, who became jealous of their happiness, and plotted to destroy them. 

So Renag took Varok hostage and demanded eternal servitude from Siglas, in exchange for his wife’s freedom. However, Siglas found a way to meet his wife in secrecy. But when Renag found out, he killed Varok and scattered her soul across many nations. Heartbroken, Siglas followed suit, in hopes to put his wife back together. 

Now, many pieces of Siglas’ body wandered through the planet, transforming itself into a blood drinking demon, draining whoever he believed housed a piece of his wife’s soul. 

No one ever reached a consensus if we should believe the legend or not. The stories of people who encountered a Siglas were almost nonexistent. They either never met one or were drained by one. Or so the legend says…

Yoongi was sitting at my side, quietly laughing. One hand on the ground supported his torso while the other casually hung over my shoulder. “I guess I don’t have a piece of Varok in me,” he joked.

“How do you even know that was a Siglas?” I pressed, not believing it myself.

“There was something about his eyes… the pain in there. Too intense,” he answered.

“Maybe you had an allergic reaction to mushrooms and were actually hallucinating,” Namjoon teased. “It wouldn’t be the last time…” he trailed off, a sly smile curving his lips.

“Probably,” Yoongi shrugged, but his answering smile was cocky. “But I’d rather believe I’m just that powerful.”

“We’re just so lucky to have you…” Namjoon mocked, the teasing smile never left his lips. I chuckled with Yoongi as he got up. “I’m going to feed the cats. It’s almost sunrise. They’ll be hungry.”

We watched him leave for a second, before Yoongi pulled me towards his chest and laid us on the ground with a swift movement. I got comfortable immediately, placing my ear to his heart, and hitched my leg while hugging his waist. He hugged me tighter and kissed the crown of my head.

“Y/N?” Yoongi asked hesitantly after a minute, his voice almost a whisper. 

“Yeah?” 

“Can I ask you something?” He continued, caressing my arm with just his fingertips. His voice sounded distant now, almost as if he regretted saying something in the first place. 

“Anything. What is it?” The curiosity was thick on my voice. He took a deep breath, and I expected the question then. But it didn’t come.

I looked up at his face. He was looking at me with intense, worried eyes. He furrowed his eyebrows before speaking again.

“How are you feeling?”

Dramatic, much? I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes.

“I’m feeling fine, actually,” I lied. He didn’t seem convinced. Maybe I didn’t try hard enough. Maybe he knew me too much. The furrow of his brow didn’t change, and the corner of his lips turned down slightly.

“Don’t lie…” he warned. His intense gaze didn’t let up for a second. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“I’ll be fine,” I finally answered. “I just never experienced something like that before, so it shook me up a little, that’s all.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked

“Distracting me has been effective enough,” I confessed, wiggling my eyebrows, and he chuckled.

He then held onto my hips as he shifted us. He was on his side, almost on top of me, a leg hitched in between mine. His knee softly caressed my inner thigh, and my body reacted. He held himself up by his elbow, and his free hand went to cup my throat before he kissed me passionately.

The give and warmth of his full lips made me sigh. His tongue lightly pressed against my lower lip, and I purred under his touch. He trailed my jaw with kisses, before settling on my neck.

“Why do you two always start without me?” Namjoon complained at a distance. “You know I get jealous.”

“You say it like you’re not the one that has the most fun,” Yoongi said, shifting us again so this time I’d be straddling him.

Namjoon shrugged. “Still, it’s nice to be included.”

“Come here and let me include you, then,” I joked, grabbing his hand for him to join us.

“I don’t want your pity kisses.” he said, but he was already licking his lips, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“My pity for you can go a long way, actually,” I teased, and his eyes perked up.

He kneeled at my side and my arms rested on his shoulders. His lips were intoxicating. I was instantly begging for more. My lips were fierce when molding to his. I shivered when I got to taste his tongue, and a moan escaped my lips unexpectedly.

Yoongi’s hands made themselves known when he caressed my thighs underneath the skirt of my dress. His hands traveled upwards and palm pressed firmly against my skin, before he gripped my ass cheeks. 

Then, I could feel another set of lips on my skin. Yoongi settled on kissing my neck while I entertained myself with Namjoon. But my attention was diverted when his kisses trailed below my collarbone.

His tongue swirled on my skin as he indulged in the cleavage of my dress. He cupped my breasts with his palms, and I got annoyed by the fabric separating my nipples from his fingers and tongue. 

I yanked the buttons open. They were both shocked at my sudden desperation, and I couldn’t seem to care. I grabbed Yoongi’s head and pressed against my chest. He got the clue and his languid tongue swirled against my nipple. 

He knew my body. He knew which buttons to push. How to caress my body just so. When to kiss, where to lick, when to pull my hair… He sucked on it and I was entirely absorbed. He laid on his back, dragging me along with him while he continued to bless me with his mouth and teeth.

The hem of my dress was at my waist at that point, and I turned my head to see Namjoon lick the tip of his fingers while sliding my panties to the side with his free hand.

He touched the moistened fingers directly at my clit, and I moaned again. He used his thumb to travel between my entrance and my clit, the friction getting smoother and more pleasurable each time.

He slid his middle and ring fingers inside me, and I bit my lower lip. A low purr escaped my throat with the sensation. He pushed his fingers back and forth, each time hitting my spot just right. My walls clenched in anticipation and he picked up speed.

Yoongi stopped to pay attention to what was making me a moaning mess. He looked at me with a big taunting grin and said “Prepare to get utterly distracted.” 

Before I could make sense of his words or even pay attention to them, his fingers were in my open mouth, just long enough for a small amount of makeshift lube.

His digits pressed my ass, and I understood at once. He circled the area, and Namjoon hummed in expectation. He inserted his fingers slowly, paying attention to my expressions and asking permission with his own. He kissed me again once his fingers were completely introduced.

“It’s my turn, now,” Namjoon said, his voice a little too excited.

“I’m already in so I got dibs,” Yoongi teased.

“No one has dibs on my ass,” I interrupted, scolding them. But they ignored me. 

Namjoon placed himself behind me and Yoongi removed his fingers. I pouted slightly and Yoongi chuckled beneath me. I then felt Namjoon’s tip enter me, and I gasped as I adjusted to his girth. He continued slowly, and we cussed when he was fully inside. 

Yoongi took that time to free himself from his pants, and once he saw I was fully comfortable, he began to tease my entrance with his tip. Namjoon’s slow and deep thrusts became shallower and faster with each stroke. I started to rock my hips to his pace, meeting his hips halfway. He cussed again and grabbed my jaw, turning my head so I could look into his eyes.

Wanting to tease him, I licked my upper lip with exaggerated fashion, and I earned a smack in the ass. I increased the power of my hips, and Namjoon closed his eyes, growling. An animalistic sound coming from his chest.

I became arrogant, feeling myself more than I expected. But before I could act on it, Yoongi used the momentum of my hips to thrust himself inside me. I faltered, gasping by the overwhelming sensation of them both. My walls clenched hard in desire, and I had to stop my movements.

Their strokes were different in the beginning. Namjoon’s fast and shallow approach contrasted with Yoongi’s nice & slow method. But they eventually found a rhythm of their own, and I was speechless with the sensation.

I wanted to move my hips again, savor even more the delicious feeling of being filled by my boyfriends. But my legs were weak. I wouldn’t have that much time to savor them anyway. I felt a warm knot in my stomach, the fluttering of my heartbeat, my mouth gaped open as I gasped quietly. And sure enough, I reached my climax. 

My torso felt limp onto Yoongi’s and he kissed me before cumming inside me. Namjoon was the last to finish, retrieving his member and massaging himself to completion.

We were all panting, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t bicker again.

“I got ass dibs for next time,” Yoongi said, his voice tired.

“Fine, I’ll be a bottom for a day,” Namjoon grumbled, resigned.

“Stop negotiating like I’m not here,” I said, rolling my eyes. 

But this fight was useless. It honestly didn’t matter the position. I’d always be open to getting wrecked like this again.

[nanamismoonchild]

The Ancestor’s Scales [Teaser]

→ pairing: dragon prince! namjoon x dragon princess!poc OC

 → genre/au: fantasy, enemies to lovers (just a smidge honestly), royalty au, smut, fluff, humor, soulmates au, explores a little of African mythology 

 → summary: Your hand in marriage could only be won through a game of sorts: find the lost scale of your great-great-great-great grandmother. All of the bachelors in all of the lands were eligible and, unfortunately for you, Namjoon couldn't pass up an opportunity. 

 → rating: 18+

→teaser wc: 1k  (im sorry but i wanted y’all to see this scene)

→warnings: none for the teaser

→post date: July, just july. No date really. 

→ author’s note: ok! ok! this is a preview of my fic The Ancestor’s Scales for @btsblackcreatorsociety’s The Realm of Legends! This is actually my longest oneshot and it’s not even done lol.  This is my first OC! You can put yourself into Isador’s shoes or you can just read about her journey. Up to you and I hope you come to love her as much as I do when the final fic comes out.  I’ll give a big thank you to BCS in the final fic as well. the banner is by the lovely @eerieedits​ !  uhhhhh das it. just enjoy the teaser!

if you would like to be tagged for the final fic, please shoot me an ask! or leave a comment. send a pigeon. 

A chorus of hello’s, hi’s, and what it be’s came from the crowd. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Namjoon bow slightly.  

“Welcome back to Gailan, the home of the dragons that freed us all. If it were not for my great-great-great-great grandmother, none of us would be where we are now. We could still be in shackles or who knows? Maybe one of your ancestors would have found themselves in my grandmother’s position.  But regardless of who did what, you are all here for one thing. Another clue,” she took a deep breath, the rehearsed speech longer than what she thought. 

“I started this scavenger hunt because I believe that my hand in marriage can and will be only won through a game of sorts. All of you are bachelors or bachelorettes wanting my hand. At least I assume so.” It would suck if you didn’t.  “I will remind you of the first clue: Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. But walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?”

“Since no one came to me with any of the scales, I’m assuming no one guessed the riddle. Unfortunately, I won’t be giving out the answer today. I will, however, be telling you the second clue. It is also in the form of a riddle.”

A few groans could be heard in the crowd. Too bad Isador adored riddles. 

“The second clue is: Born underground, raised by the sun, a host for the living, caterer of fun. What am I?”

She smiled as everyone processed the riddle. It was her favorite one and could answer the first riddle as well.  

Prince Isaac was the first to complain. “Why must we receive riddles? It would be a better scavenger hunt if you’d just tell us outright.”

“It wouldn’t be a scavenger hunt without the riddles, Isaac.” 

Isaac hated having to lift a finger to get what he wanted. It’s why Isador was happy that Isaac was only here for gossip and not marriage. 

“Isaac, save the complaining for you boo,” she smiled as Isaac flushed a deep red. She laughed as he turned in his seat to hide his face. 

“Well, as you know, these things are always quick. If you have an answer to both riddles, then please come up and I can give you the last and final clue. Otherwise, I will see you all next week for it.” 

Chairs scraped against the wood of the pavilion. The chatter from earlier rose to its former height. Isador said goodbye to everyone. All princesses and princes, some brother and sister, competing for her hand in marriage.  She had known most of them through her childhood, but, once they grew up and had responsibilities, they all distanced themselves. 

Truthfully, she thought it was because everyone believed her family had no magic flowing through their veins anymore. And once you married into the family, the magic you already had disappeared as well. It was an ignorant thing to think considering her mother had magic in her voice and her father had superspeed.  But that didn’t matter to them. The family had lost the most precious and powerful gift the gods could have given them.  She sighed and watched everyone leave.  

“Prince Namjoon,” Ndaque was saying as she bowed. “How can Princess Isador help you?”

“Are you not a Princess, Ndaque? We drop titles in events like this.”

“I am a guard at the moment, Prince Namjoon.”

Isador glanced up (way up) to see Namjoon smiling at Ndaque. His dimples stretched and made his smile even more pleasing. 

“I have an answer to both of the clues.”

Isador’s eyes widened and gasped albeit a little dramatically. She peered over to Ndaque who shared the same face. 

She stuttered, “You do?”

“Yes. The second one gave the answer to the first. I like the way you did it.” “Then what it is?”

“A tree and leaves,” he kept smiling at Isador’s wide eyes. “I remember reading a book in Graele. It was a folktale about how trees came to be on our Earth. There were a lot of stories, but the one that stuck out the most?”

“Scales can turn into trees,” Isador answered his question. 

“Yes. Did your great, wow that is a lot of greats to say, but did her scales really turn into trees?” Isador nodded. 

“Amazing. Does the next clue give a direction as to what type of tree? Or where they might be? There were three if I’m not mistaken.” Namjoon started bouncing on his heels. 

“You only have to find one and return it to me,” she laughed nervously. His excitement was making her anxious. 

“Only one?”

Ndaque snorted, “Ambitious much?”

“Yes, loud one.”

“Um, well. Uh, well I guess I have to tell you the next clue. Um,” she stood up.  Isador barely met Namjoon’s chin. 

“The next clue is: This old one runs forever, but never moves at all. He has not lungs nor throat, but still a mighty roaring call. What is it?”

“That’s an easy one. I read it in a book. It’s a waterfall.”

Ndaque spoke for her. “It doesn’t matter if it’s easy. The hard part is still finding the scales.”

“But that’s where you’re wrong, loud one,” Namjoon frowned at Ndaque . “I know exactly what waterfall and where to find it. Your Princess told me.”

 Dammit.  

“Anyway, I’ll be off. I have some scales to find,” he started to trudge away before stopping and turning towards Isador, who had picked herself off the floor.  He took her chin between his thumb and index and made her look up at him.  For a moment, Isador thought he was going to kiss her. 

I will. But not today.

Oh.

“How are you able-”

“I have my ways, Princess,” he released her and his voice dropped to a low register so only Isador heard him. It was a voice that created butterflies in Isador’s stomach.  “Every kiss, every hug, every smile, every laugh, every moan you give…will be mine soon.”

[dawnagustd]

Flight 93 ✈️   ↳ Location: Classified 

❖ BBCS Sip, Vibe, & Create Event: The BBCS Project hosted by @btsblackcreatorsociety​ 

⤞ Category: Abandoned Places ⤞ Theme(s): Nature | Maps ⤞ Kinks: None

Credits

[hobeemin]

Happiest of birthdays to Kim Namjoon ✨💜✨💜

12.09.1994

“I don’t know whether I’ve lost the way

Or whether from the beginning I was lost

Even when I’m with someone, one corner of my heart is lonely.”

Adrift - RM (2015)

resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[hobeemin]

Happy birthday Jungkook!! 💜✨💜✨ 01.09.1997

resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[hobeemin]

bad habits

💖 genre: smut, pwp, angst, maybe a sprinkle of fluff

💖 pairing: fuckboi!jung hoseok x (f) poc reader (nicknamed Treasure) feat. jeon jungkook

💖 rating: 18+

💖 warning(s): swearing, insecurity, mentions of drinking at a party, mention of vomiting, arguing, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, kissing, creampie, okay i finally added some fluff in here

💖 word count: 2.6k

💖 credit(s): @cremeandsuga thank you for letting me use your name maya! @playmetheclassics for beta reading this mini series for me 💜💜💜 @sugakookitty ​ for assisting with my banner and some suggestions for this fic as well as my homies at @btsblackcreatorsociety ​ 💜💙💜💙

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💖 a/n: welp i’m back with the final part to this...trilogy of sorts. check out when you were mine and jealous of you. all will make sense. hope yall enjoy!!

❃ Festivaled Away: wine and spirits hosted by madame kez @kimnjss @bangtanbathhouse

         ⤞ Ticket: rooftop drinks

         ⤞ Main Event: drunken confessions

💖 < 💖 > 💖

“I love you, Treasure.”

She blinked slowly at the drunk man draped over the couch. Arms crossed, she stared hard at him. So many emotions crossed her face from those four words he slurred. 

This couldn’t be.

She made it clear that she was done with him the last time she saw him.

So why did that make her heart ache?

No matter how hard Y/N tried, Hoseok managed to wiggle himself back into her life.

This particular night, she was getting dressed to meet Jungkook to celebrate his team winning their summer championship. Y/N stood in the full-length mirror, finishing up the last touches of her makeup as her roommate entered from the bathroom.

“You almost finished?”

Y/N concentrated as she flicked the mascara wand over her lashes. “Uh huh, one minute.”

Maya grabbed her purse off the counter as she walked to the door to grab her shoes. “You don’t want Jungkook waiting. Let’s move it Y/N.”

Y/N scrambled, swiping lipstick over her lips, and ran over with her wristlet. “Alright. Alright. We can leave.”

“About time,” Maya chastised.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed her out the door. “I wasn’t taking that long.”

Maya shot her a look making Y/N giggle. “Okay good point.”

By the time they reached the party, it was in full swing. Maya grabbed Y/N’s hand, weaving through the crowd. She pointed up to the entrance leading to the rooftop, and they climbed the few flights of stairs.

String lights wrapped around the poles as people danced, drank, and chatted around the bar. Most of the basketball team was already there. He was leaning against a pole nursing a red solo cup. The two friends walked over to him. 

His shy grin formed as he stared at Y/N. He gave a tiny wave as the other people around him acknowledged them .

“Congrats on the win Kookie,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Thanks. Happy you came out tonight.”

Maya snorted. “I had to drag her out of the apartment practically. She was taking too long cause she wanted to look cute–”

“Okay! Thanks, Maya. Let’s get something to drink, yeah.”

Jungkook laughed with a nod. “Yeah, please go help yourselves. We’ll be over here.”

They went to the bar, waiting to be served as Y/N reached over and pinched Maya. She yelped, grabbing her arm.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“Embarrass me, why don’t you.”

She scoffed but smirked. “Listen. You and Jungkook have been dancing around for the last few months. Just start dating already!”

Y/N bit down on her lip as Maya ordered their drinks. Damn, she was right. Y/N liked Jungkook, and it seemed he felt the same way too, but something was holding her back from taking the next step.

“It’s not that simple, Maya.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped, handing her a drink. “I know why you're scared, but we're not gonna go there tonight. Let’s just enjoy the evening.”

Y/N sighed but spread a smile across her face as she found Jungkook sitting next to him as they chatted. After a few drinks, Y/N walked over to the roof's edge and leaned against the railing, watching the city's lights flicker in the summer night's heat.

I wonder what–

Her phone vibrated, bringing her from her thoughts, and she pulled it out of her back pocket, glancing at the number. Her eyes widened in surprise before sliding the button on and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah. Yoongi? Is this you?”

“Yeah. Hey. Sorry about the random call, but–”

A voice in the background interrupted, making Y/N grip her phone tighter.

“I-Is that Y/N?! Lemme speak to her!”

She could hear Yoongi cover the mouthpiece as a growl passed his lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Hobi!” 

Speak of the devil.

Y/N glanced down at her nails until Yoongi spoke up again.

“Sorry about that. I was supposed to be at the party long ago, but we pregamed, and Hobi went a little too hard. He’s in no shape to go out now.”

She could hear the bitterness in his voice.

“So why call me?”

Yoongi sighed heavily before dropping his voice. “He won’t stop asking for you, Y/N. Like in tears currently.”

Her stomach clenched. She needed to harden up. 

She was over him.

Right?

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m leaving that up to you to decide, Y/N.”

“Let me speak to her, Yoongi!!!”

“Shut up, Hobi!”

Her shoulders dropped in realization. “I’ll see you soon.” She clicked the phone off, placed it in her back pocket, and walked back to Maya.

Her friend wasn’t too happy to hear about this new development.

“I love you, Y/N, but this is stupid…really stupid. Just be careful and call me if you need anything or need a quick exit.”

She promised, wishing Jungkook a quick goodbye as his happy expression dropped. Maybe it wasn’t in the books for them to ever be together. But Y/N needed this closure with Hoseok; otherwise, she’d never be able to move on. 

Yoongi opened the door quickly, giving Y/N a smile of relief.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he opened the door wider, letting her enter. “I didn’t think you would come, but I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t shown up.”

“I almost didn’t,” she muttered, taking her shoes off by the door. She followed Yoongi further into the apartment to the living space. He raised his brow, staring at the couch.

“Hobi was just here. Probably in the bathroom.”

Yoongi shook his head, shooting Y/N a look of apology. “You going to be okay?”

She nodded, crossing her arms. “Yeah. Go on. It’s fine.”

“Thanks. I don’t want Azul to be waiting too long.”

“She definitely won’t like that.”

They both laughed and waved as he walked out the door. Once the door closed, her attention turned back as the door to the left opened; the man stumbled in, mumbling to himself. He fell onto the couch, draping his arm over his face. It wasn’t until Y/N cleared her throat that Hoseok opened his eyes. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes until the gears turned in his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hi to you too, Hoseok.”

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Where’d you come from?”

She sat in the chair opposite him placing her purse on the end table. “Yoongi called me, and I decided to come over.”

He scoffed, rolling his head to gaze at the ceiling. “Why? You made it clear you didn’t want to see me again.”

Y/N thinned her lips, glaring at him. Okay, he did have a point, and after that incident on Valentine’s Day, she broke all ties with him. So why did she come over here?

“True. I was angry. But you have to understand the reasons behind it, Hoseok.”

He cut his eyes to her, burping softly. “I’m too drunk for this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, getting up and going into the kitchen. She emerged moments later, tossing a bottle of water into his lap. He groaned, looking down at it.

“Drink. I may not have those feelings for you, but I don’t want you getting sick again.”

He twisted the top off, taking a long sip. Wiping his mouth, he gave her a nod. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Yeah.”

The quiet fell between them; the only sounds were from the clock on the wall. He bit his bottom before speaking up again. 

“Do you hate me?”

She blinked a few times before speaking again. “Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

“Because you act like I don’t exist.”

“You don’t…at least in my mind…but you’re as much to blame in this.”

He groaned, pinching his nose. She could tell he was getting frustrated. Well, too bad, and it was time he felt the way she had.

Suddenly a song began to play on his phone. Y/N sat there in silence, listening as Hoseok closed his eyes, humming along with the lyrics. When it stopped, she shrugged, looking at him. 

“What was that for?”

“It made me think of you,” he answered.

“Oh.”

He met her gaze with a simple smirk. “Don’t you think it describes us?”

She shook her head. “No…”

He chuckled softly. “Liar.”

Unhappiness filled her eyes. “You confuse me so much.”

Confusion crossed his face. “Why? I can’t miss you, Y/N. Cause I do. Every day sucks without you in it. Don’t you miss me?”

“You had an odd way of showing it, Hoseok. I was there as a convenience for you, and that’s it. So don’t bullshit with me about missing me and wanting to be back.”

She crossed her arms, staring at the floor. “So no, I can’t miss someone who put me through all that.”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just…I don’t know what I was thinking–”

“Nothing.”

“You pulled me in…Treasure…I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Y/N felt the thickness in her throat return. She shook her head furiously. “That’s not fair. That’s fucking wrong, and you know it.” Placing her head in her hands, she wanted to sob, but she promised herself she’d never shed any tears over this man again.

He could see the pain and stress he caused. Hoseok dropped to his knees and crawled over Y/N. Kneeling in front of her, he wanted to comfort her.

“Y/N–”

“If I’m being honest, betrayal was the biggest emotion I felt when it comes to you. Like you didn’t care when we were together, but the second I get with Jungkook, you feel some type of way.”

“Okay. I’m an asshole. You know it, and I do too, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about, Hoseok?”

She made eye contact with him, and he reached for her hand. She nodded, and he squeezed it gently.

“I love you, Treasure. How can I fix this?”

She searched his face for any reassurance. “By giving me the last few months of my life back.”

He frowned, feeling the ache in his chest. “That’s not fair, Y/N. I’m trying.”

“Only after getting drunk,” she spat.

Rejection crossed his face. “I know, but aren’t drunk feelings what we truly feel?”

She snorted at the comment. He was trying too hard. “If this is your way of getting me back, you’re failing.”

His fingers brushing over her hands was comforting. Why was she letting this man wiggle his way back into her life? Deep down, she knew the outcome, but she had said it before: Jung Hoseok was her drug of choice. 

Would it be different this time?

“If…if I did agree to this, we have to establish some boundaries, Hoseok. I’m serious. Or I walk away,” she explained.

He bobbed his head. “I understand and will try to be the best person I can be. I want you to be happy and make sure you’re smiling…always.”

She sniffed as he wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay, Treasure. It’s okay.”

He lifted her chin, staring into her eyes with admiration and adoration. He caressed her cheek with his thumb lightly.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” she taunted.

Hoseok let out a noise of desire before brushing his lips across hers. “I miss kissing you,” he murmured.

Y/N gripped his shoulders as he pulled her flush to him, making her fall to the floor. Her tongue begged entrance, and she opened her mouth to grant access. Her eyes were fiery. She sat up, working on unzipping his pants.

Y/N purred, seeing his exposed skin once again. Beautiful as it was before. She ran her hands along his chest.

"Much better."

Hoseok growled, pushing his hips against her. He kissed her neck softly as his hands found her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She let out a chorus of purrs, grinding her hips against his. His bulge rubbed on her inner thigh, causing her to moan more. Her hands stroked the front of his briefs, teasing the outline of his length.

"Someone's excited," she teased playfully.

Her hand slid inside his boxers to touch and caress his shaft, making her way to the head. Precum already coating the tip.

Hoseok panted at her touches. She drew another moan past his lips.

"Still a tease, I see," he accused while tugging her bra off.

He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently while his fingers rolled and pinched the other free one. His fingers moved from her nipple down her body. He admired each curve and dip on her as his hand explored and remembered them all too well. He reached for her underwear, toying with the elastic band while suckling on her neck's crook. Hoseok groaned, feeling the heat radiate. Hungry for more, he pulled the underwear to the side and traced the outline of her lower lips before finding her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

He tugged on her earlobe as he slipped his finger from her pussy. Smirking, he licked the juices off his finger. Making her clench.

"Delicious," he whispered licking his lips. 

“I need you, Hoseok,” she whispered.

He nodded as she straddled him with ease. Her lips crashed against him as she lowered herself down on him. He immediately hit her at an angle that made her whimper, but it felt fantastic.

Hoseok could see the lust reflected in her eyes equally matched his. He relaxed into the pleasure, enjoying the moment, watching her body lift and stroke him. He secretly thanked the universe for bringing them back together. His hands touched and caressed every inch of Y/N's body he could reach. He set on resting his hands on her hips, pulling her body more against his, meeting the rhythm with each thrust. The intensity of their gaze grew. Each knowing the time would come where they'd release all the pent-up emotions. Her body warmed with the telltale signs.

"H-Hoseok," she whimpered.

He shuddered, knowing the time had come. "Treasure."

Sitting up, he gripped her passionately, jerking his hips against hers as they orgasmed, her cries muffled and lost to the confines of his mouth as he coated her walls with white until it slipped past her lips filling her to the brim.

Spent, Hoseok sank back to the floor, dragging Y/N with him. Their breaths slowed down as he held her close as they fell asleep.

The water dripped down his back as he leaned over, hands on the wall. Regret and sorrow crossed his features. Her words echoed in his mind as the steam wrapped him in an embrace. 

Why did she have such a hold on him?

He’d woken hours later, and luckily Yoongi hadn’t returned home. He put Y/N on the couch, covered by a blanket, and went to shower.

So many thoughts plagued his mind. He did love her. But did she love him?

His muscles tensed as he felt another presence join him in the shower. He sighed in relief as Y/N encircled her arms around his waist. She kissed his shoulder, resting her head on his back.

“I was worried when you weren’t there,” she mumbled into his back.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “No, just showering.”

He twisted to look at her bending down to kiss her lips. “You alright?”

“Now I am.”

“I’ll wash your back,” he offered.

She nodded as he grabbed an extra washcloth. He ran it down her back gently. Y/N let out a sound of pleasure as he continued to wash her.

“Hobi?”

His eyes widened; it was the first time she had called him that in months.

“Yes, Treasure?”

“I love you too.”

His heart swelled as he kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

[sweetestofchaos]

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