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the-kr8tor · 6 months

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Mudwood Manor

Pairing: Fae! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mention, TW Blood, CW injury.

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You lay awake alone on the plush mattress that's not your own. Morning light filtering through the curtains, shining warmth right on your cheek. Your hand roaming around the soft fur of the blanket as the clock ticks slowly to eight. Eyes above the detailed swirling patterns on the bed's canopy, mind drifting back to the home you've left just a few days ago.

Tick.

Taking the ad for this house-sitting gig went better than you thought it would be. Thinking the house you would be watching over will just be a regular house in an urban subdivision. Not an estate full of ancient history situated in the middle of nowhere with only an elderly dog as a companion.

Tock.

At least it's better than your dead end job that makes you feel your soul is getting sucked with every hour you stay on the eighties musky carpeted floors, tapping away your entire life on the grainy screen of the corporate issued computer. The pay's good, better than what you were getting before anyway, even though it's only five months of house sitting it's way above your salary grade. You thank whatever entity out there that blew over the newspaper that literally landed on your lap while waiting for the bus stop, the 'help wanted' page open and glaring right at you. You only wish the job's longer though.

Tick.

The house being nice is an understatement, all oak and narra floors, fixtures and furniture made of the same wood. No sign of modernity in the entire estate. Even the kitchen is in an old style, well except for the coffee maker and microwave. Every hall and wall is covered in oil paintings, portraits of people dressed in old garb keep watch of your every move. The house creaks and shrieks during the late hours of the cold autumn night, always prompting you to keep your eyes tightly closed in an attempt to tamp down your curiosity.

Tock.

It's secluded enough that the air here feels crisp and cleaner than in the city. Trees whisper in the wind, moss clinging to its trunks. You suspect the house is as old as the woods that surround it. With vines curled and looped around the house's exterior and curved stained glass windows decorate its walls. Mudwood Manor they call it for every time it rains, mud gathers around the estate, threatening to swallow you like quick sand.

Chime!

The old grandfather clock's hand reaches eight, the sound echoes around the large room you've settled in. With an exhale, you reluctantly sit up, feet cold from the icy floor. Yawning, you wipe the sleep off your face, bones crying out in protest.

Lumbering your way through the usual morning routine, you change out of your pajamas even though no one else would see you in it, you still wear your usual day clothes, always feeling like you have to dress appropriately in this opulent house. If jeans and a jumper is considered appropriate in the massive estate.

The bathroom is no different than the rest of the house. With the large stark white bathtub in the middle of its tiled floors, twin sinks covered in dark marble, golden faucets squeak open as you turn the knob to brush your teeth. The entire bathroom is as big as your flat back in the city, you scoff at the extravagance of it all.

You like to think the owner of the place fits well with the manor, as eccentric and elegant as their home– all pearls and gold rings, silk and cashmere on their body. But alas you've never met him or them personally, only talking details on the telephone, his gruff voice vibrating against the receiver. They leave the key under the large mat after you've driven three hours to get there. The only clue you have of them actually existing is the instructions they've left you. The note now pinned on the fridge stocked full of food that could last you the entire five months, not to mention the large pantry that could feed an entire village.

You've got everything you'll ever need to survive five months alone. The thought scares you for a bit, but with the silence, fresh air and an entire library of books that you've never thought you could read in your lifetime, the loneliness isn't all bad, the place calms you down; if not for the bouts of sadness, you could see this place as your home for the time being.

The old border collie waits for you in the kitchen, mismatched eyes staring at your form, her tongue lolling on the side, greeting you with what you see as a smile.

"Morning, old Nellie" you greet back with a quick pet on her fluffy head, taking the time to scratch behind her ears. She wags her tail happily, while her eyes are closed in content. You've decided to talk from time to time so that you don't lose your voice, which Nellie appreciates the chatter.

You feed Nellie her breakfast first before fixing one yourself. She eats it in glee. The instructions written in neat cursive jumps at you every morning before opening the fridge.

You can't help but read it again.

1. Do not let anyone in.

You thought that was reasonable enough, it's not your place to invite people in here anyway.

2. Do not wipe the salt line on the doors and windows.

Now that's weird, you've always thought, but to each their own. The salt probably helps with keeping out the smell or rodents. Right?

3. The house is old, the sounds at night are from the metal pipes and scaffolding. Nothing to worry about.

Creepy, it's not like the place needs an extra creep factor added in it.

4. Feed Nellie three times a day without fail. Take her on walks around the estate every morning and before the sun sets.

That's alright, taking care of pets was part of the deal anyway. And it doesn't hurt that Nellie's a good dog to hang around with.

5. Do not in any circumstance go to the woods.

6. Wear the necklace at all times.

Your eyes drift over to the simple circular metal necklace sitting on the counter top, scoffing, you chose not to wear it just because an eccentric millionaire tells you to.

7. Only eat and drink the food I have provided.

You don't think you want to meet the owners now with how creepy they are just based on his instructions. Possessive much?

8. Be wary.

A shiver runs down your spine by just reading those two words.

You shake it off, opening the fridge, nothing piques

your interest this morning. Huffing, you have a hankering for fresh bread, alas you've eaten the last loaf yesterday. The strawberry jam inside the fridge mocks you. You recall on your drive to the manor you've passed by a small village, you're sure the place has a bakery or even a café in it. You crave a different scenery, and to use your voice other than for talking to Nellie.

Turning around, you put your hands on your hips, smiling at your companion who licks at the last bit of food in her bowl.

"What do you say for a stroll, Nellie?" She tilts her head in question, ears perking up, tail wagging excitedly.

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You've never felt more isolated from civilization while walking towards the village, no houses run along the bumpy road, just miles and miles of trees with its aging wood, wild violets swaying around its trunks. The tall grass makes it hard to see the path. Mist blanketing and moistening the soil.

The walk was a lot longer than you thought it would be, now you're absolutely starving after walking for almost an hour. Nellie wasn't complaining though, for an older dog she seems to have so much energy in her. The village has clearly seen history, with its cobblestone streets, iron lampposts and ancient bricks. The fog thickens, blanketing the roofs of the village like marshmallow fluff.

You tie her leash around a lamp post, petting her fluffy head, you instruct her to sit and stay. She obliges, staring happily at you through her blue and brown eyes.

"Good girl, I'll be back in a flash" you make a mental note of buying her a treat for being such a good sport while you drag her from the manor.

Entering the shop, the bells chime signaling your arrival. Freshly baked bread wafts your senses as various meat is on display over at the counter, waiting for your perusal. You smell the soup of the day, judging by the aroma, you deduce it being butter squash soup, your stomach rumbles at the thought.

The modest shop has quite a few people in it. They chatter amongst their friends whilst eating breakfast and drinking their morning tea. Another patron enters behind you, she greets everyone by name, while the others immediately greet her the same. Well, except for a group of strangers sitting at the far end, they pay her no mind at all. It's a small village, you never doubted for a second that everyone would know every person that lives here. You've anticipated it actually, so used to being alienated from the crowd, you haven't noticed the old woman beckoning you over with a smile.

"Bonnie?" She calls for the third time.

"Oh! Sorry, I was thinking what to order" you move closer to the counter, the chill from the cold cuts display seeps through your jumper.

"You're the new caretaker at the old manor I presume?" She grins sweetly, showing her smile lines around her lips.

"House-sitter, I'm only here for five months" you're wary about telling her vital information, but she's an old woman. What's the harm in telling her that?

"Oh, I see he's going for a quick business trip this time. He would usually take an entire year away, y'know" her thick accent makes it hard for you to understand some of her words. Nonetheless, you don't miss the vital information about your mysterious employer. "But I don't gossip" she chuckles, "what will it be, deary?"

"You know Mr. O'hara, the owner?"

"Aye, known him since he was a lad. Good kid he was." She shakes her head. "There I go gossiping again, what are you havin'?"

You want more answers to feed your curiosity, but you don't want to pester the poor woman. "A BLT with cheese if you have them, lightly toasted and some of the soup, please." she nods, heading over to her station to prepare your sandwich when an older man chides in your conversation.

"Oh please, Orla y'know stopping yourself from gossiping just hurts you more" he laughs from his belly, white beard bouncing as he guffaws with his friends sitting him with.

"This" Orla, gestures from you to her. "Was a private conversation, where's your manners?"

"Don't know where I last put it!" He laughs again, shaking the wooden table in front of him. "Miss, let me guess, O'hara gave you those crazy rules?"

You perk up at the mention of the list. "Yeah, he did. How'd you know?"

He shrugs while the other patrons listen in, "he does the same thing to his other caretakers, there's a 'be wary' one, right?"

"Yes, it's really creepy"

The old woman pipes up, talking over her shoulder as she slices your sandwich. "It's a necessary evil after what happened to his daughter"

"What happened to his daughter?" You ask with trepidation.

"Don't tell me you actually believe that, old woman?" The older man argues back.

"Believe what?" You feel like there's an inside joke you keep missing.

"She was taken by them." Orla, turns around with your soup packed in a tupperware. You look at her questioningly.

"Bullshit if you ask me" the old man mumbles behind his mug. He sees your confused look, "she's talking about the fae" you thank him with a nod.

"It's true!" She wraps your sandwich inside foil, carefully putting it inside the paper bag. "There's no logical answer on where she is! Now it's just O'Hara in that massive estate."

"Kid just ran away, that's all!" Another older man argues back.

"Pssh," Orla swats him away with her hand, he turns away with a scoff. She turns back towards you, ringing your order up in the cashier. "Just do what his list says and you'll be fine" she says it like a warning to never stray far from the rules.

"Why do you think it's the fae?" You give her the payment she needs.

Humming, she clicks her tongue. "Just know it's them."

"Okay, um thank you" drifting away, she holds your arm back, taking your attention again.

Orla looks at you with wide eyes. "You know about them, yes?"

"Yes, like don't eat their food or you'll get stuck or don't give them your name or say thank you. I've heard the folk stories"

"Not just a story. The wood sings and they crave an audience." she lets go of your arm, your breath hitching, goosebumps appear on your skin.

You shake the thought, or try to at least.

The door chimes as you leave. Nellie lays on the pavement, tail wagging as she sees you come back to her side.

"Hi, got you something" she stands up, barking at you in excitement. "Okay, okay, here" Chuckling, you take a slice of bacon from your sandwich, giving it to her.

Nellie carefully takes it from your hand without biting your fingers, she chews happily.

"Good?" You scratch behind her fluffy ear. "Let's go back" untying her leash, you juggle the sandwich and her lead with your hands. The horror stories you've been told in your youth echoes in your mind, as your soft footfalls on the moist pavement. Wind rushes past you, pushing you back towards the manor.

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Arriving inside the gates of Mudwood Manor, you gaze at the large brick building. It casts a shadow over you, its stature imposing. Fading bricks and trellises crawling with overgrown vines that's starting to wither and turn dark with bits of oranges and red still clinging to its last life. The large red door of the main entrance adds to your uneasiness. You attribute the fear from what the deli owner told you, the woods don't look much better. Tall trees with leaves so thick it blocks sunlight from hitting the undergrowth. From where you're standing, darkness seems to prevail inside. The thick fog added to the eeriness of the scene. It drapes over the treeline like curtains, swirling smoke falling down to the tips of your shoes, hiding something behind you can't quite see.

Just staring from the woodland edge gives you a sense of belonging with every second you stand idle. You have no idea why this feeling encapsulates you. The wind tries to push you towards the dark, flashes of autumn colored leaves swirl past. Eyelashes fluttering in the wind, your lips part as you listen to the flora dancing in the wind, as if it beckons you over. Daring you to cross the edge.

You wake up from the trance as Nellie growls at a squirrel taunting her from the ground. She pulls at her leash, the rope taut, your hand aches at the burn. You let go of the paper bag, half eaten soup spills over the grass, now holding the leash with both hands, you struggle to control the border collie.

"Nellie, calm down!" You yelp in pain when Nellie lunges, escaping your hold. The rope leaves angry marks on your palms, skin aching from the piercing pain. Nellie runs, following the grey squirrel into the woods. You can hear her barks fading in the distance. "Nellie! Come back!" You yell but it's futile as the old dog disappears from view.

"Fuck!" Without thinking, you run after her, legs carrying you further into the thick trees. The fog parts, opening the way. Eyes roaming the moss covered soil for her footprints. "Nellie!"

You're gonna lose your job, the thought makes you run faster. Tripping on a rock, you land on your already injured hand, dirt and grime sticking to the angry gashes, blood mixing with soil. Ignoring the pain, you push through the thicket.

Running, muscles aching, there's a stitch on your side as you stop to catch your breath. Hands on your thighs, you inhale and exhale. Nellie's footprints are barely visible under all the green and orange. Standing to your full height, your heart thumping like a drum under your ribcage. Eyes widening at the darkness that envelopes you, whirling around, fear overtakes your entire being.

You're lost.

Everywhere you look, identical trees fill your vision, cold seeping into your bones, smoke escapes your parted lips. Fingers turning stiff, you turn around when you hear Nellie's familiar bark.

"Nellie! Come here, girl!" You clap your hands to get her attention. "Nellie!"

Another bark echoes out in the dark, with only bits of sunlight filtering through the thicket, you let your other senses guide you to the sound. Speed walking, dry leaves crunch under your shoes, you call out to Nellie again. Narrowly avoiding a tree root protruding from the ground, you step over it so you don't land face first into the moist soil.

You stop when silence permeates the woods again. Standing still, a ring of mushrooms at your feet, you breathe heavily. "Nellie!" Frustrated, you yell again.

Instinctively stepping past a mushroom, you move your neck around, eyes roaming, looking for her white and black fur. Your palms land to your clammy forehead, wincing when you graze your injury.

"Fuck!" You stop circling around when the woods seem to expand right in front of your eyes, moving, flinging away, adding to the acres of wooded land. Vision focusing and unfocusing as the expanse extends further away. Fear once again blankets your nerves. Your mind claws at you to keep running.

"Lost?" A deep voice asks behind you. Alluring, tempting you to answer back.

Your blood suddenly runs cold. Primal fear makes your heart leap out of your chest.

Light suddenly appears behind you, your shadow gets taller and taller until it finally leaves you. Alone, you don't dare look behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stands up despite the warmth radiating from behind. Trepidation howls inside you.

Blood rushes in your ears, knuckles tighten, nails digging into skin as crimson drips on the tall grass below.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, curiosity wins over you.

You dare look behind.

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hows-my-handwriting · 7 months

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o no

#atsv au #hobie brown #fae au #oh no #someone save him #my friend they would put him in a jar like a little bug #im sobbing #let him out #let him be free #he is hissing

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rexlroze · 3 months

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WIP:3

TW — Nudity

Almost done with this sh' except the fuckin' groot jeans. Then I have to make the damn props 'n sh and color shade etc etc blah blah blah.

Here's a juicy view (TW);

@the-kr8tor I have something inappropriate to say (again)

#atsv hobie #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #hobie brown x reader #spider punk #fanfic #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown imagine #fae! hobie #wip #RexlRoze #RexlRoze's Art #RexlArt #Juicy view #tw nudity

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quirkybtsarmy · 2 years

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Here we go guys... The first chapter of the series!!! Woo!!! If it's bad, I'm sorry...

SPELLPROOF: 01

Pairing ot7 x reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Talks of mistreatment, abuse, torture. (I don't know if there is any more warnings.)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own BTS. This fan fiction is just for fun!

There are many magical places around Earth. Some more prominent than others. However, there is one place where the magical beings reign supreme.

Seoul, South Korea

This is where everyone can be who they want to be. Lizard people walking around? Happens daily. Succubus flying through the sky? Just a regular Tuesday. Centaurs owning businesses? Yep. That too. So you won't see anything out of the ordinary.

Well. Until you meet a certain group of men. This group is called...

The Bangtan Coven.

Made up of 7 different men with 7 different personalities.

You have the leader of this group of Misfits, if you will. Kim Namjoon. The Vampire. Folks say that he is a killing machine because of his ancestors blood lust. When in actuality, he is a big softy who can be seen riding his bike around or chilling in the local library reading a book and drinking Kim Seokjin's tea.

Then we have Kim Seokjin. Witch or Warlock. Whichever tickles your fancy. He is what people would call the second in command. Only in this Coven, they don't have roles. They just assign people certain thing. In this case, Seokjin (or also known as Jin) is the healer of the group. He can tell if something is wrong with someone just by looking at their auras and can make any potion or elixir with just one read of a recipe. He also has a weird familiar...

Min Yoongi. The Merman. He likes to keep to himself. Some people think he is plotting to kill Namjoon and take over the Coven. Others think that he is with the Coven so he doesn't have to deal with the Merfolk's politics. In reality, he just wants to have a place where he can be loved for who he is. And he has found that with the boys.

Jung Hoseok (or also known as J-Hope or Hobi) Fallen Angel. Whether this ball of sunshine walks into a room, you KNOW that your mood will be turned upside down in an instant! There are rumours about how he fell to Earth but they'll be uncovered in a little bit.

Park Jimin. Fae. Prince. Yes, you read that right. Prince. He can charm his way out of any situation. He also looks good in anything. Even a garbage bag, he'd still look like a Louis Vuitton model walking down the runway.

Kim Taehyung. Demon. This man is sexual desires in a person. I'm not talking about Taehyung. Obviously. He's a puppy that everyone loves! Even Yoongi will smile at him most days! I'm talking about V. His demon ego. At nighttime, when Tae falls asleep, V comes out to play.

And now we get to the last member. Jeon Jungkook. The youngest member or maknae. Witch-werewolf hybrid. This boy is a whole can of worms. There has been so much that has gone on in his life and it. Is. Terrifying to look at.

The Coven was the talk of the town when it was first introduced to the supernatural community. People didn't expect men to be in a Coven by themselves; let alone 7! But overtime, through hardships and everyday viewing in the normal world that a 7 male Coven can exist, the Coven is a normal thing to see.

Now our story begins...

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The sun shone bright into the leader's bedroom. The black curtains didn't do a good job at keeping the sunlight out, but the sunlight isn't that bad. But Namjoon woke up anyway.

Namjoon sat up and stretched his arms into the air, cracking his bones in the process.

'Jeez, I finally had a good sleep for once...'

He looked at the bedside clock. 10am.

'Good time to wake up. I should probably get the boys up as well.'

Namjoon got out of his bed which was covered in purple sheets and walked to his mirror. His eyes were glowing red. He sighed.

'if I don't feed now, I'm going to scare someone.'

Namjoon got a brown dressing gown and walked downstairs into the kitchen.

"Good morning, Namjoon"

Namjoon jumped slightly, then giggled, showing his dimples.

"Good morning, Yoongi." Namjoon said while walking over to Yoongi and giving him a hug.

'He's getting better with affection... That's good.' Namjoon thought to himself.

Namjoon sat at the breakfast bar while Yoongi served him some eggs and bacon with his special smoothie which has Bloodberries* in it. Yoongi leaned up against the cupboard, the light coming from the skylight making the scales on his arms shine bright like diamonds.

'His scales look better... even though he hasn't been having enough water lately... 'Namjoon thought.

"Is anyone else awake?"

Yoongi shrugged.

"I think Jin is in the greenhouse tending to the garden and also checking on Jimin" Yoongi said while sipping his water, "Jungkook is with Bam, and Taehyung went into Hobi's room. Probably making sure that his wings are healing properly."

Namjoon nodded while eating his food.

"You should probably start getting packed for the trip."

"Yeah. I probably should. Don't worry about cleaning up. I'll do it. Jin looked a bit scared when he woke up. You should check up on him." Yoongi then started to clean up the kitchen.

Namjoon then walked out of the cabin into the backyard.

The forest looked amazing as it always did. Different types of trees growing in a different variety of sizes. You can thank Jin and Jimin for that. There are even families of foxes that run through their garden now and again. The Coven likes peace and quiet as they can go around their business without having to deal with the stresses of daily life.

Authors note: *sigh* if only I could live in that cabin...

Namjoon walked down to the greenhouse where Jin was currently was tending to the plants. His familiar was also there.

"Good morning, Jin!"

Jin turned from the plant he was currently tending to (which was a bloodberry bush, obviously) and smiled at Namjoon.

"Morning, Joonie! How was your sleep?" Jin said while going up to Namjoon, giving him a brotherly hug and taping his finger up against Namjoon's chest; a sign that something was wrong.

"it was good. Did... Something happen?"

Jin's face paled.

"I... I saw... Something... That terrified me."

Namjoon walked Jin to a bench and sat with him.

"What was it?"

Jin stared off into space for a little while before continuing.

"I think ... I saw our mate."

Namjoon gasped silently. "How?"

"I don't know. But they were just... Standing there. Amongst the trees with their back to me. When they turned around to face me, I woke up. Terrified RJ too."

As if on cue, RJ the alpaca walks into the green house from Jimin's room.

Oh! Hello Mister Namjoon. I see you are with my master. Are you well rested?

"Hi RJ. I'm doing ok. Do you know about Jin's dream?"

About your mate? I have heard. Jin screamed! Which I'm still surprised that you or the others didn't wake up.

Namjoon looked at Jin with concern, but Jin conjured his book of recipes out from a pocket dimension and was reading about how to tend certain plants to distract himself from the dream like vision he had in the early hours of the morning.

'I'm going to check on Jimin. Could you go and check on Tae and Hobi for me?"

"Yes, I can do that. Hopefully it can distract me from that dream..."

Jin walked out of the greenhouse with a sad expression.

"I hate it when this happens..."

He told you that this would happen from day one, Mister Namjoon. This is what happens to Warlocks. When they sleep, either they have a dream, a nightmare or a vision of the future. Anyway, Im going to talk to Bam. See how Mister Jungkook is going on with his... Ailment...

"Thank you, RJ. I really appreciate it."

No problem! Its what I'm here for.

Namjoon stands up and goes to the door that RJ came through moments earlier and was about to turn the door handle when;

Wait! I need to tell you something. About Jimin. And possibly about all of you.

Namjoon pauses from turning the door handle and turns to RJ with a confused and slightly concerned look on his face.

Jimin's condition is getting slightly worse day by day. I, alongside Master Jin, have been giving him potions to help with the pain but... I don't know how much longer it will last for, Mister Namjoon. You might want to brace yourselves for the upcoming days. We don't know how long he has left... If you do see your mate, it will give him a bit of a shock. Be prepared.

RJ bows his head in respect, then leaves the greenhouse to accompany Jin with his duties. Namjoon holds back tears when he turns around to open Jimin's door to his sanctuary.

Jimin's sanctuary is filled to the brim with flowers, plants of different varieties and even insects. In the middle of the room is a fairy house covered in different types of flowers.

Namjoon walks to the fairy house, bends over and taps 3 times on the front door with his fingernail.

A few seconds later, the door opens and a tired looking pixie-sized Jimin walks out yawning and rubbing his eyes.

Jimin waves at Namjoon. Namjoon giggles at Jimin's sluggish movements.

"God morning, Tinkerbell"

Jimin sticks out his tongue, flies to the ground next to Namjoon and shifts into his normal size. Jimin sways slightly.

"Mmmm. Why are you waking me up..."

Jimin put his head on Namjoon's chest, the latter giving Jimin a big hug.

"We have a camping trip, remember? We get to spend time together which isn't in this house or forest."

Jimin looks up at Namjoon with sparkles coming from his eyes and wings, despite looking thin and pale.

"Really?! I'm so happy!" Jimin wiggled in Namjoon's arms while showing off his iconic eye smile.

"Yeah! Can you get to the main house by yourself, or do you want me to help you?"

"I can do it. I'll just be a little slow... That's all..."

Namjoon let's go of Jimin and let's the boy stand in his own.

"All right then. I'm going to get Jungkook and then we can all get ready and get this trip started!"

Namjoon leaves the greenhouse with Jimin and goes into the cabin where Yoongi is sat with Jin, Taehyung and Hobi at the dining table eating eggs and bacon.

"Is JK up?" Namjoon asked the group.

"I think so. I heard Bam bark a few times so it's possible." Tae said with a slight smile.

"Right then. I'll bring him downstairs the new can get going!"

Namjoon walks out while the other boys continue their conversation.

"If you say my laugh sounds like a window cleaner again, I swear to heaven above-"

Namjoon enters JK's room quietly without disturbing him.

' I don't want to listen to Jin rapping today.'

Namjoon looked up at Jungkook, alerting Bam to the new presence. Bam left his position from in front of Jungkook and sat in front of Namjoon.

Hiya, Mister Namjoon! How are you feeling today?

"I've been okay. How about the boy?"

Bam looks at Jungkook for a second, then looked back at Namjoon.

I'm... Not entirely sure. Sometimes he's cheerful. Sometimes, he just states at something.

Which Jungkook is currently doing. He is sat slouched on his bed, looking out of the window, rocking back... And forth... Like he was in a trance. His black wolf ears and fluffy wolf tail won't stop twitching. Sometimes, he would let out a whining/humming sound. Namjoon looks even more worried.

Namjoon approaches Jungkook and crouches in front of his brother.

"Hey, Bunny. How are you feeling?"

Jungkook stops his previous actions, then slowly drifts his gaze down to Namjoon's redish-brown eyes. And said a sentence that broke Namjoon's heart.

"Will my mate ... Like me...For me?"

Namjoon was in saddened shock. Why would Jungkook say that?! He has said many things over the years. But this? This was terrifying. Namjoon sat next to Jungkook on the bed, pushing the youngest's head into his shoulder and putting an arm around him. Bam sat in front of Jungkook again and put his head on Jungkook's lap. Jungkook pets Bam's head while listening to Namjoon.

"Hey... They are going to LOVE you."

Namjoon can't say anything else. Everytime he tries to, it falls on deaf ears. Jungkook started to fiddle with his fingers and his ears started to twitch again.

"But I always have this feeling that when they are in our lives, they will end up like... Her..."

Namjoon closes his eyes to hold back his tears.

Her.

The woman that only wanted Jungkook for his body and not anything else. If Jungkook didn't comply, he would get beaten, tortured or starved and locked in the basement. She also did another thing to Jungkook that he won't talk about until he is ready.

Namjoon stroked his hand over Jungkook's neck where there was burn marks from a shocking collar that the woman used on him. Jungkook flinched, looking at Namjoon with panic in his eyes.

"I'm scared too. We all are. Jimin cried crystals last night. Yoongi didn't have his bath so his scales aren't that sparkly as they usually are today. Tae almost had a demonic fit. Jin blew up his witching room but RJ cleaned up the mess. I almost threw up my breakfast this morning. We all are terrified but we will let this person in with open arms and let them know our fears. I know this is a big ask, but can you try and forget ... Her... And think about our new mate? For us?"

Jungkook stays silent, then shows Namjoon his bunny smile.

"Ok, Joonie. I'll give it my best shot!"

Namjoon beams at Jungkook. "That's my bunbun." He then pulls JK closer and ruffles his hair (which Jungkook OBVIOUSLY hates- note the sarcasm) and leads JK into the dining room to talk to the boys about the camping trip.

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After a few hours of talking and finishing packing their bags, the boys put their bags into their car and took a road trip to the forest. RJ and Bam joined as well. The trip didn't take long since Jin got impatient and couldn't handle the maknaes bickering about who will sleep with who. So he conjured up a portal and drove through it and magically took the boys to the campsite.

The boys got out of the car. Well... Not all of them... Yoongi crawled out of the car, dry heaving, while RJ and Bam trotted off to play with each other.

"Ugh... Why can't I get used to teleporting?"

"Would you say that you are a... Fish out of water?" Jin said while doing his signature laugh.

Yoongi glared at Jin. "SHUT UP, YOU GOOFY LAUGHING MOTHERFUCKER!"

"GoOfY?!?!"

Namjoon facepalmed while Jin and Yoongi bickered.

'Im living with fucking 5 year Olds, I swear...' Namjoon decided not to intervene and went to the others to see if the boys were done with setting up the campsite.

They set up everything VERY quickly. Was it quick? Namjoon looked up... It was nighttime already...

Well, that was quick... Oh! That's why. It's the Magic Forest. Time is different here. Namjoon keeps forgetting that.

Namjoon sat down next to Jin, who has decided to stop bickering like an old, married couple with Yoongi, and looked at his boys. Jungkook who was laying on the ground with Bam on top of him and also laying on Taehyung's legs, the latter was stroking the youngest ears and was giggling every now and then at JKs whining. Hobi is sitting next to Yoongi talking about... Anything. They always do that. Jimin was talking to RJ and putting flowers into his wool. Namjoon smiled. He was at peace.

"Do you think we will find our mate?"

...never mind...

Namjoon looked over at Jin, who was sipping some herbal tea. Namjoon sighed.

"I hope so. But we need to find them quickly."

Jungkook suddenly sat up and was looking over Namjoon and Jin's shoulders, panic in his eyes.

"What is it, Kookie?" Taehyung asked while holding JK from behind.

Jungkook's ears perked towards where he was looking and his breathing started to hick.

"Our mate is here"

Everyone stood up in relief and panic.

Then 2 sounds made them panic internally.

A metallic clang...

And a blood curdling scream...

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*Namjoon doesn't like to bite people so he eats Bloodberries instead.

And the first chapter is DONE! WOO! Cliffhanger. Who is it? What happened to JK in the past? We will find out who was in the woods...

In the next chapter!

If you have any questions about this story, please ask me!

Authors Note!: You probably have now realised that I have changed certain things in the story. I have changed their relationship from romantic to familial. I watched the 2022 Fiesta video and Namjoon talked about how the boys were a family. I kinda felt... Guilty in a sense that I put them in a relationship. I'm not saying that being gay/bisexual is a bad thing! You guys can write whatever you would like about them. I'm just slightly changing my fanfiction. It will still be the same storyline, but it's... Different... I just confused myself. ANYWAY! I hope that this doesn't turn anyone away from this.

Author Emily OUT! 💜💜

#bts poly au #bts series #bts fanfic #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts polyamory

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velvetwyrms · 10 months

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[Click for more detail] (Earwig) Fae!Hobie coloured with pencils for a project I’m currently working on 👀🤞 Expect to see a lot more of this AU from me!

Take a look his full design! Reblogs are very much appreciated 💖

#hobie brown #atsv #across the spider verse #spider punk #atsv au #clever candles steal the light #atsv fae au #tw: body horror

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mooncasted · 1 year

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highly selective , slow activity , multimuse. featuring canon muses & original characters based out of various media. penned by BUN. there will be 18+ content here, so please, MINORS DO NOT FOLLOW ME. crossover , duplicate, and very OC friendly. other blogs: utsuboh , powpowz

affiliated with: ...

muse roster

PRIMARY ( main focus )

YUU / YUUNA ( very canon divergent MC from twisted/wonderland )

WUYA ( primarily twisted/wonderland based original character )

SECONDARY ( usually there!! )

TSUKI / TSUKIKO ( onmyoji based starborn. child of tsukuyomi )

JURI/HAN ( street fighter series canon )

BEDLAM / CHAOS ( original lore from rebirthee / chaos incarnate )

GRIM ( canon but mostly hc based from twisted/wonderland )

DIRE/CROWLEY ( twisted/wonderland / hc based )

REQUEST ( will only write if asked )

MALLEUS/DRACONIA ( twisted/wonderland canon )

HOBIE BROWN / SPIDER-PUNK ( atsv / comic canon )

HYPNOS ( hades game / myth based canon )

SIOFRA / AUTUMN WOLF ( original lore / fae royalty )

VIVIAN ( original lovecraft entity / god )

MALENIA/HAND OF MIQUELLA ( elden/ring canon )

CHENYA ( twisted/wonderland canon / divergent & hc based )

FRIENDS ONLY ( not for request. ill send to you )

HATSUNE/MIKU ( heavily hc based / CV01 entity )

RUGGIE/BUCCHI ( twisted/wonderland canon )

AMATERASU ( onmyoji + myth based )

MY RULES( READ BEFORE INTERACTING )

Hi there, I go by BUN. They / Them pronouns. I am an artist, and i struggle with anxiety and other illnesses. I also work when I can. So i tend to be pretty sporadic. I can get to things very quickly, or very slow. Nothing against any one person. I just write when I feel like it.

I am 29 years old, and I sleep a lot!!

I am mutuals only in regards to threads, and require plotting to write anything at length. however, I do accept asks from anyone and everyone that wishes to send them in. This is for my own comfort. So do not get impatient with me or push me. I will block you the moment you do. I have a life outside of rp, and I need that to be respected.

PLEASE I ask that people be patient with me in character and ooc. I am always happy to talk, and plot with people, but I can be pretty slow with that too. Either because I forget, or just don't have the energy to do so.

asks and thread do not always stick. i love writing with people, i love getting asks, and i love threads. but sometimes im genuinely not sure how to reply to it right away. it isn't a lack of interest, i promise. if i'm following you, then i do want to interact and write. again, just be patient, rp is an outlet for me, and a hobby. i don't force myself to write if it just wont come to me.

on shipping and dynamics. so... i practice ship exclusivity, when it comes to certain dynamics. i do not enjoy recycling, or reusing ideas with other people. and in order to ship with my muse romantically-- i do ask this be mutual. if you do not enjoy that, then it's fine. no hard feelings, i can respect that. when i am comfortable enough to plot these things out, i really try to put out 100% effort. and it doesn't feel very good to see our ideas and dynamic done the same with someone else. again, i do not expect everyone to operate like i do. if you don't want exclusivity in this way, then say so. we can do something different, and work that out. ( to be clear this only really applies to romantic or unique dynamics. not platonic or even familial. and ocs will be mostly exempt since they are ocs and thus unique on their own. )

Themes here will absolutely include: nsft & suggestive content , murder, blood, torture, many different forms of horror, manipulation, gore, and more. each will be tagged accordingly. if i ever need to tag something in particular, like a ship or a character, please feel free to ask me.

#DNI.

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