#muse ; bora

[joey-madani]

14. someone whose choices have drastically impacted their life

"Well, I wonder who that might be. What dickhead sent my life on a downhill spiral? Who falls in that category in my life? I wonder, hmm?"

@borawinters

[calledher]

@xseaofrosesx liked for a starter.

"I mean, I don't expect my art to last. Isn't that the beauty of true art? The untangibleness of it. Its there and means something for the few people who see it and then - that's it." Bora commented, leaning back to look up at the spray paint graffiti cooling in the night air. "It'll get covered up in a day or two I bet. What do you think?" Her gaze shifted to look up at the other from her squatted position.

[sunflower-dancing]

Bora: "Come home"

Taemin looks up, not realizing how late it's been. He was lost in his head, having taken his dogs for a walk and now he just sort of sat on the bench with Adam and Eve.

"Noona? I thought you were home....?" He didn't think he was out late, but Taemin rarely slept if at all anymore lately. "What time is it?"

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 3) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ editor's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Merilia by saylilirose

"Mermaids are not real!" That's what you and Namjoon hear everywhere you go. It's funny that you're hidden in plain sight, although perhaps popping a tail in front of strangers wouldn't end well for you. That's what you've come to learn. You've also learned, to hide yourself very, very well. Until- "NO-DON'T JUMP-SHIT!" You and Namjoon are joined by others, not by choice.

🗯️ mermaids and insane drama oooh yes

Moonchild by @yoongiofmine (paid on patreon but so worth it)

Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

🗯️ aaaah so good!!! so well-written, gahh plott so great, identity crisis (human or...?), werewolf drama.

My Muse by Zennnoe

I felt my lungs suddenly stop and a coldness brush onto my face, I gasped loudly clutching onto my chest. Dropping down onto my knees trying to grasp whatever air in-front of me. But I was at dance practice. So why did it feel like I was breathing underwater? I soon felt the hands of my close friends lift me up and lay me down as I try to takin in as much air as possible, for her. Soon the staff swamp me and I hear them talking about her, my other half. I soon clutched onto my stomach and I shouted loudly in so much pain, pink fluorescent patches bloom onto my skin. Yes they looked pretty. But the reason why they were there was not. As I try to reach out I grab one of my friends hands tightly and request for one thing. "My music. Pass me my music." I beg. This is the only way for me to reach her…to help her. My beloved soulmate.

My Soulmate are IDOLS by tinyeyecat

In a world where soulmates exist and people receive their soul bonds (a red string of fate, body exchange, timer tattoos…etc) when they turn 20… Wet dreams are not the norm for Amber. She should not be haunted by men she doesn't know, let alone by the world-famous boyband, Bangtan. But on the day of her birthday, Amber switches bodies with the idol on stage and finds out that the members of the boyband are her soulmates. All seven of them.

🗯️ this is one wild story... aren't all emi ree's stories so wild tho? but also well-written. (epilogue is on Patreon).

Not My Hybrids by Ghosstwriterss

When Y/n is pressured to volunteer at a hybrid rehabilitation/adoption Center, and asked to house 7 hybrids to help them become comfortable with humans and the idea of adoption, who is she to say no?

🗯️ the kind of story where mc's so freakin nice I don't think she's human. but yea it's all worth it.

One Kiss by DuraWrites

In a world where soulmate exist, where you can only know your soulmate through a dream. Confirm through a kiss and complete the bond through love-making. Han Bora just celebrated her 22nd birthday and not long she started having dreams of her soulmate. Correction. Soulmates. Already being a fan of this popular K-pop group, she immediately knew that her soul is tied to all seven of them. It was a dreadful yet thrilling thought as the realization of being the soulmate to her favourite artists hit her. But it isn't just as easy as it seems. Because she was the only one who had the dreams. So She has to prove to them she's their soulmate. And the only way to confirm that is through ONE KISS. How will an average girl find her way to that untouchable top to prove to the biggest boyband that she's their soulmate? Come along and let's dive into this crazy mess of a journey together.

🗯️ one kiss is all it takes... literally

Out of Time series by Alphathyx

🗯️ so freakin sad wtf but that is why there's an alternate ending. soo good and heart wrenching.

❶ Out of Time

A story about a girl named, Hana who has suffered a chronic condition all her life that would soon take her life one day. But with her final wish, she uses it to see BTS, but the boys decided to have more in store for her. Join Hana, and the members in a fluff filled adventure before time runs out.

❷ Out of Time: Young Forever

The alternate ending for 'Out of Time' and bonus chapters

Parfait by fullspectrumfangirl

Alpha bands are a popular entertainment schtick. Handsome, powerful, talented, they sell the fantasy of availability as much as they sell their music. After all, everyone knows a pack is incomplete if it only contains alphas. Omegas and betas dream of being a part of the balance. Unfortunately, this is more than just marketing. A band needs to function as a pack, but with only alpha members, bickering and infighting are almost unavoidable. Beta managers help, but there is another common tactic that helps the talent maintain equilibrium: house omegas, hired companions who stand in for the missing pieces. BTS is a wildly popular seven-member alpha band. They are known to be particularly kind and humble, but they are still struggling to keep house omegas for their pack. None of the prior candidates have wanted to leave, but one member has protested them all. What is the missing ingredient in their otherwise winning recipe?

🗯️ again, idk what to say but it's good! a really well-written story with great plot.

Peculiar Pack by @daydreamindollie

You’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist, who takes in seven hybrids one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden.

🗯️ cute T.T

Petrichor by @purpleyoonn

You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

🗯️ courting... yes please! and again, I love possessive mates.

Plump by koozip

Meeting Namjoon's close friends was something you've been anxious about since meeting him. You wanted them to like you. Starting off with a group chat seemed like the perfect way around your fears. You weren't sure how they'd feel about you in person. So when they fell in love with you and your lovely curves, you were taken by surprise. You soon realize that you're stuck with the seven handsome men for the long run. The chronicles of chubby y/n and her new smitten friends. Based around the group chat named 'chubbybear' that started it all.

🗯️ gosh this one's just warm and sweet, especially for fellow chubby girlies out there!

Rainy Days by Peanut_The_Sugar_Glider

Life had dealt you a rather crappy hand, but you kept on fighting, you kept on existing day by day. On a gloomy day however, you feel as if it all means nothing, as your beloved pet had past away and she always was there to cheer you up and enjoy the gloomy weather, making it less sad and depressing. Be it fate or otherwise, movement catches your attention outside. And your life is never the same after. You never will have to worry about being alone, and you find yourself enjoying the rainy weather.

🗯️ despite the title, this story feels like a warm hug.

Redamancy by strawberheecake

In which Yn met an unknown pack of hybrids living on a land she inherited. Feelings bloomed as the pack helped her weather the storm that is her greedy family.

🗯️ another neat and well-written story <3

Retribution by Babydoll_Blue

The Bangtan Boys were known around campus for being heart breakers, but when they made poor Seul-ki cry, Y/N and Mina decided it was time for retribution. Forming a plan to ruin their images, Y/N sets out to seduce them all.

🗯️ revenge gone wrong... or right? wtf am I typing, just read it guys.

Rose & Thorns by @minniepetals

A lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other, and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

🗯️ a dramatic and warm story. I'm such a simp for soft but strong MCs like this one.

Safe House by SweetBreadFictions

In a dystopian universe where hybrids exist, the government had turned a blind eye to the mistreatment of hybrids. These persons were used, abused and treated in the most unfair ways. To escape the evil owners, hybrids make their way to the rumored district of freedom called Area 613. To help these refugee hybrids, an underground railroad had been developed by kind people. Being sympathetic to these persons, you run a safe house stop for the hybrids during their journey. As you help these hybrids, seven of them decide that your safe house might be better that any rumored district of freedom.

🗯️ I love when the relationships develop one by one so you got attached to allll of them.

Sanctuary by @softykooky

Some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

🗯️ :")👍

Seven by Worldwidehandsomeyouknow

Life is boring. Same thing, day in and day out. Nothing new or exciting ever happens. I just want something, anything to happen! Well something happens alright. Seven somethings in fact

Sheltered by Gracie30102

What Namjoon thought was trouble turned out to be a blessing as he rescued a wounded kitten who would capture his packmates hearts little by little.

🗯️ s o f t.

Soulmate to You by OT7oramI

When a vaccine leads to unexplained symptoms, the world erupts into panic. What happens when one girl finds out she is soulmates to all seven members of the largest group in the world?

🗯️ another well-written soulmate story! this synopsis doesn't give justice to this freaking good story so just read it please.

Spring Day by @nunchiimagines

Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 4 | NAVI

[kelcemesoftly]

“whatever she wants” for trav!!

Whatever She Wants

Triggers: None

Notes: Thank you so much for the request ❤️💛

You pushed your oversized sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, wiggling your toes that were dipped into the warm, blue water of the resort pool. After a year of planning, you and Travis were finally married and on your honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora. All the small details of your wedding had come together last minute, mostly thanks to your wonderful in-laws and wedding planner. And really, all that mattered to you was that you were officially Mrs. Kelce. Every time someone would refer to you as that, you swore you could feel small butterflies swim around in the pit of your stomach. It had taken five years to get to this point, and even though the road was long and winding, you wouldn't change a thing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt cool, wet hands press against your thighs, and a small gasp left you. Looking down, you saw your husband below you in the pool with a smug grin painted across his lips. "Trav!" you laughed, playfully trying to shove his hands off your warm legs.

"Baby, you're too warm! You need to get into the water and cool off!"

Shaking your head, you pushed your nose into the air. "No, the water's cold," you teased, kicking your legs back and forth, splashing water up onto Trav's chest. He snatched your legs in his palms, wrapping them around his back just below his arms.

"It's over 100 degrees out, Y/N. You already know the water is absolutely not cold," he snickered, tugging against your legs to try and get you to come into the pool with him. You opened your mouth to attempt to argue with him, but before you could get a word out, Trav's hands pressed against your waist as he lifted you into the air. Before you knew it, your entire body was plunged under the water. When you came up for air, one arm wrapped around Travis' shoulders while your other hand removed your sunglasses. "Told ya, water's not cold," he mused, giving your cheek a small kiss.

The next hour, you appeased your husband by hanging out with him in the pool. And as much as you enjoyed sunbathing, you couldn't deny that the water felt refreshing against your hot skin. Plus, being right next to Travis was exactly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long before he was back at practice and he had to split his time between you and football.

You were lying across one of the lounge chairs, letting the scorching sun dry the water droplets off your skin when one of the pool attendants appeared in front of you and Travis. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she questioned, offering both of you a warm smile.

"Whatever she wants," Travis replied, looking over at you with complete love and adoration in his eyes.

With a small giggle, you ordered yourself a drink and then Trav gave her his order. You swung your legs over the lounger and moved over to sit on his lap. "I love you, babe. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"I should be thanking you, baby. You saw me for who I am, not what I am. I'm the luckiest man to get to call you my wife."

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Taglist: @kelcemenow @hearts4papayas @keiva1000

[whalyrae]

THE OLD GUARD CHAPTER 1

"We don’t get a say on how it ends, we never have. But we can control how we live."

Summary : You are a powerful witch, cursed and hurt through ages. Owner of your esoteric shop, you were resigned to live this lonely life when the powerful magic of soulmates and fate came to you.

Pairing : poly BTS x reader (she/her)

Genre : soulmate au, demons bts au, witch y/n au, fluff, angst, eventual smut, polyamory relationships

Status : In process

Word Count : 2.8k

Warnings : eventual smut, angst, mention of depression, death, suicide, past trauma, violence, blood, past (sexual) abuse, past torture, PTSD, scars, self harm

A/N : finally the courage to post this ! Hope y'all will enjoy it  🥺  ps : sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language !  💜

Masterlist | ao3 | wattpad

Chapter 2

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People say that soulmates are the ones who make life come to life. They are muses. Soulmates will naturally make you feel seen, heard, understood, valued, supported & loved. Soulmates will bring out your inner child, be open with you & give you best friend vibes. They'll heal, grow & evolve with you–not only in this lifetime but in every dimension.

At first, when she met him, she agreed with all of these. But in the end… These numerous lives she lived through decades and centuries taught her that love was never enough.

She was… well, kinda immortal. Of course, immortality doesn’t exist. Every life ends one day. Even vampires are not immortal. 

But her? She couldn’t die. She was killed more than once, she even tried to end her own life. Too many times. And she failed. All attempts were unsuccessful. She was cursed. A damn curse who keeps her from dying. She never knew why it happened or how it happened. 

She stopped aging around 25. Several centuries later, here she is. It’s been ten years since her arrival in South Korea. First in Busan, she moved to Daegu, Gimpo, and finally Seoul, where she lives now. 

She was finally able to open this esoteric shop she had been dreaming of for a few decades already. She found the perfect spot, in a small alley, near a cute coffee shop. Called "The Dreamcatcher " it was run by other witches, like her. Gahyeon, one of the owners, became a close friend.

Quickly, she befriended Gahyeon's mates and co-owner, Minji and Siyeon, both witches too. The four others, Bora, Yoohyeon, Handong, and Yubin worked there too as bartenders and pastry chefs. But unlike Gahyeon and the first three women, they were demons. 

It wasn’t uncommon for witches, demons, and other creatures to be soulmates or partners. It was also common to see four, five, or even eight soulmates together. Polyamory was almost ordinary for non-humans. 

These seven girls became her closest friends. They even helped her sometimes, with new books' arrival, or when she needed help rearranging some herbs and crystals. Gahyeon and Handong were the ones who visited her the most, always bringing her a strawberry cake, her favorite pastry, or a coffee in the morning. They often hang out together, mostly in her house which was just upstairs from her shop. 

Her esoteric shop, called "The Magic Shop ", quickly became popular among creatures and some humans. Her hours of service were different from usual shops. She was closing later in the evening in summer, and early in the morning in winter, to allow vampires who feared the sunlight to come. 

Also, people liked her. She was always kind and generous. An adorable little ray of sunshine, even though she was one of the most ancient witches still alive. Her knowledge of the magical world, history, art, literature, and magic was immense due to her age. She always gave perfect advice, always guided her clients in the right way and she always took good care of them. 

Yeah… she was not alone anymore, right? 

It was a lie. She was wearing a mask every day. Of course, her kindness wasn’t faked. She genuinely loved helping people. But despite this, even with all those warm smiles she gave to her clients and friends, she was deeply blessed and hurt by her past, Lonely, suffering from many wounds and scars that weren’t healed, and will probably never be. 

Too many times, the girls tried and still try to convince her to meet people who they think could be her potential soulmate. But she always refused. Love and soul mates have almost always been a taboo subject for her. She never wanted to be with anyone. And none of her friends knew that she had already found her soulmate. She even knew she had seven. She never told them about that. She never talked about him. The first of the seven soulmates she had that she met, centuries ago. The only one by the way. This person she lost because she was too weak, too stupid, and too young. And she never saw him again. She was sure she would never see him again. 

Or at least, that’s what she thought. No matter what, soulmates always end up together.

That day began like others. Gahyeon came to see her in the morning, with a caramel macchiato and a croissant. 

“Unnie! Don’t forget to eat! If you need help, you know where we are !”

She thanked her friend with a nod and a smile, already immersed in her new book. She just finished a herbology book last night, and now wanted to change and read a novel. It was a romance. She didn’t even remember she had Lisa Kleypas's books but well, It Happened in Autumn was on her personal bookshelf. 

She took a sip of the coffee, almost burning her tongue at the warmness of the liquid, making her wince a little. She then took a bite of the croissant, chewing slowly while rereading the same passage for the third time. 

She knew why these words were touching her so much

It may be time to take a break. 

“Is the book so bad to make you sigh like that ?” 

That sudden voice startled her. First, because she has yet to hear the new customer enter her store. Second, because his voice was… deep, soft, comforting, making her body shiver. She looked up at him, and time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. 

Her eyes widened. Her breath stopped when she saw his face, felt his presence, and saw his gaze filled with an emotion that she only figured out much later. Because unlike her, when his eyes landed on her, he immediately understood. He knew who she was, and who she would be for him. And he never regretted it.   

Her body, her mind, everything reacted viscerally at his presence. Even he seemed surprised, but he was the first one to come to his senses. 

He gave her a smile, a smile so sweet, so tender, that her heart swelled with a warmth she hadn’t felt since… something like an eternity. 

“Yeah… I mean, no !” she tried to act as normal as possible, smiling shyly “It’s just… a passage, nothing special !”

“What is it? It Would be awful to make you frown like that !” he asks gently, his grin showing small dimples she wanted to kiss suddenly. 

“It’s… it’s not important! You’re the customer, after all, I’m sorry! What can I do for you, Sir ?” 

This name on her lips, with this voice. Damn it. Namjoon could become addicted to it so soon… And they only just met each other. Did she feel the same things as him? 

When he first came here, it was just curiosity. One of his friends recommended this new place, which opened a few months ago. According to this person, it was held by a powerful witch, as kind and sweet as beautiful. That's not what caught his attention at first. It was mainly because there were no specialized esoteric shops for demons like him and his partners. 

But as soon as he set foot in the store, everything changed. A sweet smell came to tickle his nose. Her smell. A scent of vanilla. He recognized it immediately. This scent he had been waiting for since he was born. The scent of this special person he and his sixth other mates had been waiting for so long. This person they need in their life to be fully completed. 

He looked up, searching for her, and there she was. In front of him, only a few feet away. 

She was the most beautiful person he ever met. And he was an old demon. He met plenty of humans, witches, and other creatures in his long life. 

Perched on her chair, her nose in her book that seemed to both disturb and hurt her for some reason he didn’t know and didn’t like at all. She wasn't supposed to have that pain on her pretty face. She was supposed to be happy. That’s all she deserved and he was willing to move and destroy mountains to make that happen. 

He almost let out a grunt when he saw her burn her tongue with her coffee. So beautiful and so clumsy. He already knew Jin and Yoongi would be possessive and protective over her. 

“I have time,” he replied, his smile didn’t want to disappear, “I’m not a big fan of Kleypas, but I read a few of her books.” 

“Me neither to be honest” she answered with a nervous laugh “but I found it in my bookshelf and… I was curious, there, this part.” 

She was about to give him the book, but she saw him rubbing the back of his head. 

“I have a terrible sight and forgot to take my glasses, can you read it to me ?”

Actually… he had them. He never left without them. But he wanted to hear her voice just a little bit more.  

She looked at him a little surprised, but let out a small laugh. 

Oh. 

Oh, that laugh. Namjoon’s heart almost dropped.

That simple noise sounded like a sweet song in his ears and made his heart almost skip a beat. That was the cutest sound he ever heard. Even Jungkook’s moans couldn’t compete with that. Namjoon was sure that the maknae would not be mad at this but would agree with him. 

She took a glance at him. Why should he be so… so attractive? Why did she have that feeling of comfort and trust? She didn’t even know his name. 

Oh, you already know why, sweet girl, he’s one of them, her inner voice whispered to her, but she quickly pushed it away. 

It was impossible. It couldn’t be that. She didn’t even want to think about this word. 

She inhaled deeply. With the book in her hands, she finally started to read the small lines, ignoring the aching in her heart : 

“There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile...no sound sweeter than your laughter...no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you’re my only hope of happiness. Tell me, Lillian, dearest love...how can you have reached so far inside my heart ?”

She had to pinch her lips together to hold back her tears. These words, these phrases. They brought back memories, happy memories that time made painful. Namjoon saw her reaction and had to restrain himself from hugging her, wrapping her in his arms to protect her. What happened to her for being hurt by such beautiful words? Maybe she fell in love with a person who made her suffer. He was ready to cross the world and the underworld to find them and make them suffer. 

“I… I’m just not a fan of romance, too lovey-dovey for me, you know ?” she told him after a few seconds with a small laugh and shook her head, closing the book. “Ah, forget that, may I help you? Were you searching for something in particular ?” 

She tried her best to mask all her negative feelings and the huge attraction she felt for him. He was her client, she had to stay professional. Namjoon understood it. He wasn’t worried. Now that he knew who she was and where she worked, he had plenty of time to get to know her, to tell others who she was, to tell them about her. 

How he couldn’t wait for them all to be together! He would have loved to take her with him today, to have her meet her other mates, but he felt that something was making her reluctant and distant about soulmates' bond and everything related to it. A deep and still painful wound. He needed to be patient and make sure they all would be. 

He already knew that Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung would be the hardest ones to contain. They were only young demons… only a few decades old. Still babies, always in the need to be stuck together or to one of the elders.  

“Is everything okay, sir ?” She asked after a few seconds without any response from the man, worried. 

“Yes… I mean, ahem. Yeah! Sure, I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. 

“I came here out of curiosity, and heard about your place from a friend, Bangchan.”

“Oh, Chris! Sure I know him! His boyfriend Félix comes here pretty often, he’s a good friend !” She agreed with a smile. “So I assume you’re not a human too, maybe a vampire, like him ?”

“I’m a demon.” He answered with a smirk.  

He had to be a demon. His (her) mates should be demons, too. Maybe he was with them? Maybe Namjoon has found all of his (their) other mates? 

“Oh, I’m Kim Namjoon by the way, nice to meet you.” He told her. His smile didn’t want to disappear.

“Y/n, nice to meet you too, Namjoon.”

She hesitated when he offered her his hand, but took it. The small electric shocks she felt when their skins brushed together made her stop breathing again for a few seconds. She felt something inexplicable, specific to this particular bond, that she hadn’t felt since… for an eternity. She needed more, she wanted to feel more. She wanted him. She needed him. 

Fuck, his hand was so big compared to hers. Long and pretty fingers fitting with hers perfectly… 

This wasn’t good at all. 

“Ah, this static electricity,” she muttered, laughing nervously, trying to refrain from these feelings inside her. “Hum… if you have any questions about magic, herbs, books, you know where I am…!”

“Yeah… yeah I know where you are… I wouldn't hesitate, thank you, y/n.”

Namjoon definitely knew that something was wrong. Something that made her suffer deeply and that blocked her from wanting and accepting the bond between her, him, and their six other soulmates. And he would do anything to find it out, to help her and finally get them all together. 

°°°

Later that day, after the closure of her shop, once she's finally at home, showered and wearing her plaid, she sends a text to Gahyeon. 

“Sorry to disturb you now Hyeonie but… can you come, please ?”

She didn’t need to wait for an answer. She wasn't the type of person to send the first message, even more to ask for help. 

🦊: Unnie? 

🦊: Is everything okay? 

🦊: Did something happen?

🦊: Wait! No need to answer, I’m coming with food! 

🦊: Handong is coming too!

Seeing her friend so concerned warmed her heart. Gahyeon was a blessing, like all the girls. She didn’t want to bother them, but she didn’t know what to do anymore, and loneliness was the last thing she could bear tonight,

It didn't take very long for her two friends to arrive at her house. Gahyeon immediately came to sit next to her on the sofa, Handong was behind her, a bag with food in her hands. She offered her a sweet smile, although she was also worried, as was Gahyeon who took her hands in hers. 

“Tell us now! Have you met a rude customer? A weirdo tried to do something to you ?”

“No, not at all, Nothing bad happened, it's just… I met someone and…” 

She made a pause and took a deep breath. Gahyeon and Handong looked at each other, suddenly concerned. She never called them for something like that. It was the first time she called them at almost midnight. 

So it was quickly that they connected the dots. 

“Wait, you mean you met one of your…”

“Don’t…” she began, her voice shaking, “Handong please, not this word…”

She squeezed Gahyeon's hand, holding back her tears as she remembered the events earlier this morning. 

"He…” she began, hesitating, “he already met them, all of them, I felt it. I’m the last one and… it means,” she took a deep breath, but tears rolled down her cheeks without her controlling it, “it means that he’s with them…” 

Gahyeon took her in her arms when she burst into tears. She couldn't hold back her emotions. She cried. She couldn’t stop even if she tried. Her heart hurt so much. All these years, these centuries of loneliness and suffering...

That guy she met today, Namjoon. He was one of her soulmates. Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t deny it. He felt it too, she was sure about that. But no… she couldn’t… she didn’t want to live that again. And that’s why she broke down in Gahyeon’s arms. Because even if she met her soulmates, and could be with all of them, she would not and could not risk going through that again. 

Not after what happened centuries ago, when she met her first soulmate, how she messed up, and how she lost him at a point where he forgot about who she was. 

“Jinnie…” she whispered between two painful sobs, “Jin is with them…” 

[frostedtuskwalrus]

New Release Index (October 16-22, 2023)

October 16

Desperate Housewives: (16) Monday's Check Up (El7z up Yeeun) - thelibrarian69

day 16. incest. (Kep1er Yujin) - essentiallyleaf

Fromis App Part 14: Snug and Secure (fromis_9 Hayoung) - ggidolsmuts

October 17

Desperate Housewives: (17) Water Aerobics to Peach Eating (Alice Sohee) - thelibrarian69

day 17. intercrural sex. (Kim Minju) - essentiallyleaf

October 18

Desperate Housewives: (18) Healing Time (Cignature Jeewon) - thelibrarian69

day 18. feeding. (Kep1er Chaehyun) - essentiallyleaf

P.S.T. EP. 8 | After Hours (aespa Giselle) - lustspren

Muse (Le sserafim Kazuha) - rosiesmuts

October 19

Desperate Housewives: (19) Recording (Artms Heejin) - thelibrarian69

day 19. rimming. (Nmixx Haewon) - essentiallyleaf

Transcendance/Pareidolia (Artms Heejin) - worldsover

Acquainted (Red Velvet Yeri) - usedpidemo

October 20

Desperate Housewives: (20) The Secret Life of Pets (Dreamcatcher Jiu x Yoohyeon) - thelibrarian69

day 20. cockwarming. (Blackpink Jisoo) - essentiallyleaf

PART & PARCEL (Twice Sana x Tzuyu) - capslocked

October 21

Desperate Housewives: (21) Aloha (Sistar Bora) - thelibrarian69

day 21. pet play. (Ive Yujin) - essentiallyleaf

Bucket List Interlude_Workout Five.8 (Twice Nayeon) - sinswithpleasure

Teacher's Pet (Weeekly Jihan) - birchleavesdawn

October 22

Desperate Housewives: (22) Bet (Wjsn Eunseo) - thelibrarian69

[bangtanhoneys]

BANGTAN BABY: Sleep Time

Seokjin wanted to boast that he was a good father. He had taken to parenting as if he had been doing it his whole life, which considering who he helped raise then that would be correct. Dirty nappies, bottles, food, the baby was feeling ill, he was there all for it and ready for it. Vomit explosion - he was there with the cleanup. The baby was not well - he was there with the medication. 

Another thing he was good at, getting the baby to sleep. However, tonight his daughter was proving that maybe her father didn’t know everything or could do everything.

She had been fussy all day, slowly getting over a typical cold which had left the normal happy baby feeling miserable. No amount of comfort from her uncles, especially Uncle Kookie, or even her grandparents or even her mother was soothing her. 

“Ah my Bora, you’re upsetting your appa here,” Seokjin soothed as he carried her around the living room, curtains still open to overlook Seoul at night. Even Min-Ji let out a small meow at the upset child.

“See, even Min-Ji is worried about you,” Seokjin turned so the little one could see the large white cat spread across the back of the couch staring at them. That didn’t seem to work either.

Bringing out his phone, he pulled up his music app. He typed in his choice and pressed play, connecting the phone to the bluetooth speaker. 

The instrumental version of Magic Shop quietly played in the background, Seokjin humming along to it as he swayed on the spot. If there was one thing his daughter loved, that was music and if she was anything like her uncles, music was going to be the best stress relief for her.

“So show me,” Seokjin quietly sung as he glanced down, spotting the small hazel eyes finally begin to close. “I’ll show you. So show me, I’ll show you. Show you.”

By the end of the song, Bora was fast asleep in her father’s arms. 

“ARMY is always the right choice when it comes to songs,” her father mused as he turned towards the nursery.

[smutoperator]

Rules, kinks and favorite idols/groups

I've had this blog for a while but finally I'm not busy enough to keep it active. So there are the rules:

Idols must be 18 or older (obviously).

Sex must always be consensual.

Besides rape, I also avoid stuff like scat, vomit and necrophilia.

I don't write G!P smuts. I allow for the use of strap-ons but not actual penises for idols that have vaginas.

I keep note on every request and will select a few if the story fits. All smuts will feature at least one female idol and a male reader.

My favorite fantasies are: anal (my #1), breeding, creampie, dirty talk dom/sub, facefucking, morning sex, poolside sex, public sex, rough sex, spanking and titfucking. As you can see, I'm on the rougher side of the spectrum and my smuts veer into the porny side but can do romantic stuff if asked to.

Now on to the idols.

I have idols spawning from 2nd to 4th generation as my biases, my all time top 10 is, ordered by their groups: AOA Seolhyun, Blackpink Jennie, Dreamcatcher Yoohyeon, Girl's Day Yura, f(x) Krystal, Ive Wonyoung, Iz*one/Soloist Eunbi, SNSD Yuri, Twice Jihyo and Twice Momo (and RV Seulgi but I don't write smuts about her for finding her too cute to lewd).

Here are the idols from each group, order alphabetically, I can write smuts of. Inside their groups, the idols are ordered by my personal preference.

4Minute: Hyuna

Aespa: Karina - Ningning - Winter - Giselle

After School: Nana - Kahi

Alice: Sohee

AOA: Seolhyun - Choa - Hyejeong - Jimin

Apink: Bomi - Hayoung - Eunji - Naeun - Chorong

Berry Good: Johyun

Blackpink: Jennie - Jisoo - Lisa - Rosé

Cherry Bullet: Jiwon

Cignature: Jeewon

CLC: Seungyeon - Yeeun

Dal Shabet: Subin

Dreamcatcher: Yoohyeon - Gahyeon - Handong - SuA - JiU

Exid: Hani - Junghwa

f(x) : Krystal - Victoria

Fromis 9: Saerom - Chaeyoung

Gidle: Soyeon - Shuhua - Minnie - Yuqi - Miyeon

Girl's Day: Yura - Hyeri

Gfriend: Eunha - SinB - Sowon - Yuju - Yerin - Umji

I.O.I: Somi - Doyeon - Sejeong - Jieqiong - Chungha - Mina

Itzy: Yeji - Chaeryeong - Yuna - Ryujin

Ive: Wonyoung - Gaeul - Yujin - Rei - Liz

Iz*one: Eunbi - Wonyoung - Chaewon - Minju - Hyewon - Yujin - Sakura - Yena - Chaeyeon

Kep1er: Xiaoting - Yujin - Hikaru - Chaehyun - Dayeon

Le Sserafim: Kazuha - Chaewon - Yunjin - Sakura

Loona: Heejin - Yeojin - Hyeju - Yves - Haseul - Jinsoul - Kim Lip

Lovelyz: Mijoo

Mamamoo: Solar - Hwasa

Miss A: Suzy - Fei

Momoland: Ahin - Nancy

Newjeans: Danielle - Minji - Hanni

Nine Muses: Kyungri

Nmixx: Sullyoon - Haewon

Oh My Girl: Arin - Yooa - Jiho - Yubin - Mimi - Hyojung - Seunghee

Rainbow: Jaekyung - Hyunyoung

Red Velvet: Joy - Yeri - Irene

Secret: Hyosung

SNSD: Yuri - Yoona - Taeyeon - Seohyun - Sunny - Jessica - Tiffany - Hyoyeon - Sooyoung

Sistar: Soyou - Hyolyn - Bora - Dasom

Stayc: Isa - J - Seeun - Yoon

T-Ara: Hyomin - Jiyeon

Twice: Momo - Jihyo - Sana - Mina - Tzuyu - Dahyun - Nayeon - Jeongyeon - Chaeyoung

Weeekly: Monday - Zoa - Jihan

WJSN: Bona - Cheng Xiao

Wonder Girls: Sunmi

[capdeluca]

starter aberto!

reegan is with you

na festa dos líderes . . .

━━━━━━━━━━━━ Reegan largou alguns pacotes de salgadinhos em cima da mesa de guloseimas; não era o mais saudável de todos no quesito alimentação, principalmente agora. Festas normalmente divertiam o filho de Hefesto e ele sorriu, olhando para a mesa de beer pong, uma taça de vinho na mão. Então virou-se para MUSE, riso entre os lábios. “E aí, ‘bora jogar? O perdedor entra de roupa e tudo na cachoeira”, sugeriu. Definitivamente, havia deixado de lado a figura de capitão por alguns momentos.

[calledher]

@midncghts liked for a starter.

"I'd go for the spicy ramen," she commented, pulling a lollipop from between her lips. Her free hand went to tap the top of the ramen cup. "It's way better and look! It's on sale." And almost without a blink of her eye, Bora pocketed the ramen cup into her dingy backpack. Sale or not, Bora didn't care that much -- it was only a few dollars and surely the convenience store wouldnt notice it missing.

[misshcrror]

❪ ⠀ ⠀ STARTER CALL !!! ⠀ ⠀ ❫.

para um starter com yasemin escolha um emoji com a situação:

🔨: yasemin e MUSE estão procurando por locais estratégicos e para montar as armadilhas ao redor da ilha. (2/2, bora de dracmas?)

🌱: a ruiva estava passando pelos jardins quando MUSE decidiu tirar uma das flores e ser atacado por uma planta carnivora, sobrando para yasemin a salvar muse.

🎮: pronte para embarcar numa aventura com uma garota que não aceita perder? pois yasemin convidou MUSE para o fliperama e só sai de lá depois que bater todos os recordes.

🛥️: yasemin quer mesmo descobrir se o colete leva alguém de volta a praia durante o passeio de barco e quem sabe tentar empurrar MUSE dali, ou quem sabe o contrário?

🚗: yasemin nunca dirigiu na vida, mas isso não a impediu de pegar um dos carrinhos de dois lugares e sair por ai... bem, meio desgovernada e quase atropelar MUSE sem querer.

como também estou procurando cnn pra desenvolver o poder dela, se alguém quiser se voluntariar pra ser vitima no meio do paraíso to aceitando <3

[bluebhq]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥: barracas

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚: qualquer um

festas sempre foi uma boa ocasião para lily sair da fornalha que era da sua biblioteca, por conta disso se arrumou inteiramente para isso e botou sua melhor roupa e obviamente bebeu várias bebidas pra sua personalidade se soltar mais, quer dizer, tirando as apostas que ela gastou dinheiro inventando de beber mais e mais bebidas em goles únicos. ❝ Opa, licença... Licença.. ❞ murmurou enquanto passava pelas multidões, quase sendo espremida no processo. Soltou um grunhido de alívio quando finalmente saiu daquela multidão e chegou na parte das barracas onde tinha tudo que se possa imaginar, comida, bebidas e jogos de prêmios. Suas orbes passavam pelas milhares de pessoas até se concentrar em MUSE e um sorriso subiu em seus lábios, com passos rápidos e decididos pegou a mão dx estranhx, sem se importar quem era e apenas seguiu com seus instintos e conduziu os dois pela frente e parou em uma das barracas de prêmios exóticos. ❝ Vamos se divertir! Duvido que consiga derrubar as quatros garrafas. Eu consigo todas, palavra de escoteiro. ❞ ela não era escoteira e também era ruim de mira. Quando deu a moeda para o vendedor da barraca o homem deu a arma de brinquedo para MUSE. ❝ Não vou jogar coisa ruim pra você errar, prometo. Quer dizer... Talvez. Nada de promessas quando estamos se divertindo! Agora bora lá, já gastei minha última moeda com você, se você acertar te dou o que quiser daqui. ❞ brincou enquanto olhava para MUSE.

[under-the-aspen-tree]

A Moth To You (Chapter 12 - Set to Rights) Aegon II Targaryen x (Bastard Velaryon) Reader

Series Summary: After a year travelling abroad, you have been called home to Kingslanding by your mother, Rhaenyra. Turns out your family has grown in your time apart.

Word Count: 4.5K

From the moment you opened your eyes to the second you stepped into your chambers in Kingslanding, you were not left alone. It was quite endearing at first, to have Helaena needlessly waiting on you, or to wake each morning during your travels home to find Luke or Jace asleep in a chair beside your bed, but the pleasantries grew tiring quickly. You wanted time to process what had happened, to understand why, to grieve your dead friend, and that time was not granted to you. 

You knew as soon as you awoke that first morning, your hands burning and your head spinning, that nobody could know who Boras was to you. He had to remain a nameless face in a crowd, a simple musician, lest you face your mother's wrath for leaving the Keep so often in your youth. When Rhaenyra demanded an answer of you as to why you had been attacked, you told her only of what Boras had said in the moment and nothing more, claiming to have only spoken with him briefly during the songs to congratulate him. It was self protection, and you decided that the finer details would not have mattered anyway, or at least hoped.

Nothing you said could have stilled her nerves anyway.

In truth, you couldn't make any more sense of it than anyone else, regardless of your history with the boy. You spent every minute of your days only half listening to the world around you, too focused on your thoughts, to what Boras had meant. You knew your friend, or at least you thought you had, so why had he tried to kill you?

Your first musings were over wrath or fear, that Aegon descending upon him in Kingslanding had scared him into murder, but that made no sense. No good would have come to him for killing you, and he could have easily fled to never be seen again if he so wished, so what else?

He had seemed nervous, regretful even. He had asked why you couldn't have just worn 'it', that he wouldn't have had to hurt you if you had. Gods, it gave you a headache to try to understand what 'it' was, why he couldn't have just told you.

And then there was 'them'. The nameless, faceless somebody who you assumed orchestrated the attack, who told Boras to go after you. It had to be someone who knew your history, or at least understood it to an extent. Somebody you knew? Somebody who had watched you? The thoughts only threw you into further despair.

A guard found a cloth bag of gold dragons in Boras' pockets, so you knew he must have been paid. It was declared all throughout the camp that the boy had been a sellsword of some kind, and not a brilliant one at that. Whoever sent him thought he had the best chance at killing you, at getting you alone, at getting you to trust him. Had you not wandered into the woods that night, he would have likely found you later on in the week and pulled you aside knowing you would follow him. It was a strange stroke of fate that Aegon had tormented you, pushed you to take solace beside the woods. If you hadn't pushed on the events, if things hadn't played out exactly as they did, you would have likely died. Perhaps not that night, but it would have happened.

It not only chilled you to the bone but filled you with grief to know your life had been paid for, and it was your friend who sold it. Your friend; that sweet, sickly boy who played you songs on his beaten-up guitar. It made your heart throb, it brought a sickness to your chest that it was only those close, those who a person truly trusted, that had the power to betray them.

You frowned at the memory, doing your best to push the thoughts from your mind as you leaned back in your chair. You had been in Kingslanding for two nights now, yet you couldn't pull yourself from that moment in the woods, from the look in Boras' eyes and the feeling of blood on your hands and chest. If water could have cleansed you of that burden, you would have taken a hundred baths simply to feel pure for a moment. If moonlight could have washed your skin, you would have lay in the grass until seeds blossomed upwards from your skin.

But it was too little, too late.

Sighing, you regarded your hands, bound tightly in your lap. That was another scorn of yours. The maester had said your hands would heal with time, but they were so thick with bandages you were rendered completely incapable of anything until the skin wound back together, and the barest of movement brought you considerable pain. Those days on the road were utterly agonising. 

Nobody knew who to trust, or if another attack on your life would be made, so besides your constant monitoring, your family tortured you with their assistance. 

You had tried to deny them at first, horrified at the idea of having someone cut your food and bring a cup to your lips, but your own attempts at basic care were so plaintive you eventually had to submit. Helaena was by far the best carer to your needs, always delicate, always kind, and you could almost convince yourself it wasn't entirely pathetic to be fed your meals by your aunt. Then again, she wasn't always free to assist. 

Jace had done his best, truly, ever the gentleman, but the sadness in his eyes made you sick to your stomach. He looked at you with such distress and pity that you had to remind him you weren't dying of some awful plague. 

So, more often than not, it had fallen to Luke to do his best. Your mother was regretfully too busy conferring with Daemon and the King and though you were glad to not be mothered, Luke was truly awful at helping you. The poor boy had tried endlessly, but it got to the point in which he accidentally threw your cup of wine down your chest, sending awful memories of Boras' blood against you, that you succumbed to your own misery and declared you would be fine on your own until you reached Kingslanding.

Kaira was a welcome sight at the gates. She did not treat you like a wounded child, nor a crone on her deathbed. She looked at you as she always had, even while cutting your food and helping you drink. It was too shameful to sit and eat with your family, so she would come to your chambers every morning and night and talk at you endlessly. She told you of rumours within the servant's quarters and gossip about the court boys. She gave witty comments on the affairs of the Keep, and when she ran out of news, she told you of Dragonstone, of her village home and her family there. Kaira did not bring up Boras, nor did she mention the Hunt at all, and you were grateful to quietly listen to her as she took your mind off your sorry state. The red-headed girl was a true blessing. 

But it would still be an hour or so before Kaira would bless your doorstep, so here you sat, silently chewing your lip as you stared out at Kingslanding. The days were endless and somewhat tiring, confined to your chambers so as not to face the stolen glances of the court, simply... waiting. For what? You did not know, so you simply sat.

Your boredom did not last long, however, before a knock sounded at your door. Company was a nice idea and, expecting Jace or Helaena, you called out lazily for them to enter.

Aemond opening the door was the last thing you expected, and you raised your brows in surprise, moving to a stand.

"No need," Your uncle said, raising a hand to stop you and you lowered yourself back down with a frown. Aemond had never once entered your apartments, nor did you think he even knew where they were. It was slightly unnerving to see him there, staring at you with that strange calculating look of his. The quiet was lasting too long, an uncomfortable tension that had you clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Can I help you at all?"

Aemond shook his head simply, clasping his hands behind his back. "No, I just realised I hadn't asked after your well-being. I thought it would be best to make an appearance."

You hadn't expected him to care and, quite frankly, he didn't look particularly concerned. Aemond stood as stoically as ever, face carved from marble, with the cold aura of a statue itself; something entirely separate from the warmth of human nature. You did your best to offer him a reassuring smile, as though you weren't trying to mentally pick apart his mind. 

"I'm fine, thank you," You said shortly as your bandages began to itch. It took all of your willpower not to scratch at the heavy fabric, to instead remain looking up at him.

"My mother was informed you were cut quite deeply. I hope it gives you comfort to know she has prayed nightly for your full recovery."

You had to bite back the frown at the idea. Alicent was a god-fearing woman, but you highly doubted she would go to any lengths to pray for you, and the thought of them all sitting around the dinner table, hands pressed together as they wished for your recovery, was almost amusing.

"More than you can know," You nodded with a smile, carefully folding your hands over one another on the table. This whole exchange already felt awkward, like the room was too large, like there was too much space and too little to do besides shrink beneath his stare. And Aemond's stare was ferocious. You would expect that the absence of an eye would make his gaze less terrifying, but it only served to unnerve you further.

Aemond let the silence pass for far too long without speaking, perhaps in acknowledgement of your blatant lie. "The last time we spoke you told me to speak plainly, to not... hedge around what I am saying?"

"Uhh..." You couldn't help the knot in your brows as he wandered closer, though not with intent. Your eyes did not leave his frame as he stepped around you, silver hair nearly kissing your cheek in its proximity. "I suppose so, yes."

"May I sit?" You raised a brow, giving a short nod as he took out a chair and settled. Even now, he was as straight and rigid as dragon glass. You had to force yourself to breathe, to relax, to sit neatly opposite him, somewhat relieved of the short distance between you that the table granted. Aemond wasted no time, his voice chilly. "Why did Boras attack you?"

You couldn't help the sharp intake of breath at the question, and it took all of your power not to tense your shoulders under his gaze. It felt like he was prying into your very skull. How did he know his name? You had never mentioned his name, and yet he was dangling it in front of you like it was a won prize.

There was something about Aemond, even after your last conversation, that brought a chill to your skin. Something about the way he looked at you, something cold as ice and cruel as fire. You couldn't bring yourself to respond, to acknowledge that you had lied about Boras. It felt akin to digging your own grave, and Aemond thankfully relented.

"Aegon said you knew him, that you had been... friends." His thin lips twitched into the smallest of smirks at the word and you had every idea of what Aegon had told him about your old friend. You tried not to let the distaste show. "Your secret is safe with me, don't concern yourself. I merely want to better understand the situation."

"Why do you care?" Your voice was more bitter than you had meant it to be, but Aemond was playing a dangerous game, a game of knowledge, and you felt like you were losing before so much as rolling the dice.

"My brother killed for you." Aemond's tone did not change, but his words were fast and cruel, like an insult. You had to look down from his burning glare, taking a breath as the walls of your chambers closed in on you. It didn't make sense why you suddenly felt shameful, but something in his voice made you feel like the cruellest person alive and you didn't know why.

"It is no easy task and I want to know why he had to in the first place. I'm also aware that, as far as everyone else is concerned, you had... never met this Boras before in your life, an idea neither of us have enlightened them on." The reminder cast you even further into yourself, feeling like a scolded child before the man, as though he was not your senior by only a year. The fact that he suggested this like he had done you a favour, like you owed him for it, made your lip curl distastefully. "That being said, I don't see how anyone will find the person behind the attack without the full story, so I will ask you again. Why did Boras attack you?"

You took a deep breath, your bones uncomfortable against the cold wood of your chair as you sucked the skin of your cheek between your teeth. "I don't know."

"You have no inclination whatsoever?" Aemond questioned you as though you were being purposefully dim, even as his face betrayed none of what he truly felt. You had to force yourself to look him in the eye, to will your honesty into his gaze even as you felt your hair standing on end. "I assume you knew the man well enough? Well, what would inspire him to make an attempt on your life?" 

"Perhaps you should question your brother on that matter." Once again, the words came out harsh, but he was starting to grate on you. No matter how honest his intentions were, he had come to your chambers, sat at your desk, and interrogated you as though you were the one holding the blade that night. It made you antsy, sending chills down your forearms where your bare skin kissed the air. Aemond shook his head very slightly, that smirk still twitching his lips.

"He didn't attack you because of Aegon and we both know it. As foolish as my brother may be, he does not incite violence." He said matter-of-factly, and you knew he was right. Some part of you understood that, no matter how fearful or angry Boras was at Aegon, it did not motivate him to make an attempt on your life. Aemond's eyes darted to your hands for a moment, and you saw the smile widen ever so slightly, as though remembering something. "In most cases, at least."

The smell of smoke and sage, the sting of your hand, a flash of silver hair, those raging violet eyes. You blanched and stuffed your hands beneath the table to rest on your lap, willing yourself back into the present, the matter at hand. Boras, the blade, the horror on his face as glared at you, somewhere between frustration and sadness.

"He said-" Your fingers wove together almost on instinct. You couldn't even say his name, your old friend, as you relented, pressing yourself for reasons as to why Boras would have hurt you. "He asked me why I wasn't wearing something, he said he wouldn't have to hurt me if I was."

Aemond's eyes narrowed dangerously as you remembered the frightened look in Boras' eyes, the way he sounded so desperate. "Wearing what?"

The question brought an almost bitter smile to your face as you looked at the ceiling for a moment. "Well if I knew that, we wouldn't be sitting here now, would we?"

He must have known the frustration, the endless days you had pored over those memories, unpicked them with hammer and chisel until they were refined in your mind's eye. You would never forget them, yet the truth of the matter seemed somewhere deep in that Godswood, hidden between trees so thick you could barely see ten feet in front of you.

"So... somebody wanted you to wear something, wanted it so badly they tried to kill you for not."

You sighed, gritting your teeth to relieve some of that pressure. Aemond's glare had lessened as you unravelled your thoughts, but his eye remained steadfastly upon you. "It would appear so."

Aemond hummed for a moment, finally tearing his gaze from you to look out upon Kingslanding in the late afternoon light. The shadows of the Keep cast the city into a burnt orange as the sun dipped beside the sea. "A gift of some kind, perhaps? A... token?"

It was something, you had to admit. A great deal more than you had come up with for days, and yet you had nothing. If anything, the suggestion only opened more darkened doorways in your mind, more rooms in your memory to blindly search. "I had gifts given to me all throughout my travels from most of the Lords who housed me," You confessed, hinting at frustration.

"For this person to want you dead over not wearing it, I would assume this would have been something special, something... they would have expected you to cherish, to wear with pride." Aemond's voice had become gentler, nudging you towards revelation, but you just couldn't think. There were dresses, cloaks, jewels, and half of them were in trunks at Dragonstone.

"I don't-" Jewels... it brought something to your mind, something you had completely forgotten about. There was one gift that stood out, one that you had received after your travels and given little thought to since. Aemond seemed to recognise the look dawning upon your face as you remembered your first interaction with Boras on that day, the way his eyes flickered to your collarbone with apprehension before fleeing. 

You were up in a moment, so quickly the chair scraped against the stone floor, and across the room as quickly as your legs would take you. The drawers to your vanity slid open with ease, and you grabbed that lovely box with thick, unsteady hands. Your fingers shook with the effort, the sudden pain almost unnoticeable in your frantic state as you tried to still your trembling for long enough to find the little button that would open it. The bandages caused the box to slip, and you almost cried as your hands quivered with exertion. "Oh fucking-" 

You hadn't even noticed Aemond's approach, but the box was gone from your hands quicker than you could think, his long fingers finding the button with ease, almost as though he knew it was there already. It shook you sometimes, just how perceptive he was. Aemond was smarter than you liked. His eye narrowed somewhat as he beheld the necklace within for a moment, a muscle in his cheek flexing lightly as he moved the box up to the light, studying it with intent. You could only watch as he calculated something you were clearly too thick to realise and hummed softly as he figured it out.

"Some say carnations are declarations of love, heart aching love," He declared after a time.

Your brow twitched as you remembered the flowers engraved into the wood and you glared at the thing in his hands as though it would reveal its secrets to you itself. Of course he would notice the meaning behind the pretty pictures you had not given a second thought. "And marguerites?"

"Their message is somewhat clearer. In some cases, a sincere kind of love."

He still beheld the box with a subdued intrigue and the chill down your spine was unmistakable as you realised this gift meant so much more than you had initially thought. "And in others?"

"A message," He said softly. "That it will not be long before the recipient sees the sender again... In this case, we can consider it to have been a warning."

Your lips parted as you exhaled a sharp breath of air you didn't know you were holding. Aemond finally turned back to face you, his expression finally rid of that coldness, but your barriers were down regardless. You didn't care how much he unnerved you. This was far more terrifying. "Who gave this to you?" He said quietly.

"I don't know. It just arrived on my first morning back," You replied earnestly, almost desperately as dread crept up your spine. Your fingers twitched where you still held your hands in front of you, almost as though the box was still in your hands.

"And you didn't think it a little strange to be randomly gifted such a thing?"

"I was..." You didn't like the judgement in his tone, the implications that you were so thick you didn't debate the strangeness of it. "Distracted. I had forgotten about it entirely."

"And you're sure this is the only gift of any meaning?"

"Not entirely, but- at the dance, when I tried to speak with Boras before..." Your hands burned and you wiped them against your dress, as though blood still spilt from the wounds. "Well, before what happened, I saw him look at my neck. That's when he started looking really afraid."

Aemond hummed again, sighing very quietly as he nodded. He seemed to note your tension, that sudden understanding. "Do you mind if I take this?"

"Do you not think that maybe I should wear it? If this person wants to kill me if I don't?" The thought made you feel slightly ill, but if someone had sought out Boras with the intention of killing you for it, you would rather be safe than sorry.

"I hardly doubt wearing it now would help you at all, the damage is done," He sighed simply, snapping the box shut so suddenly you almost jumped. With this declaration, however, you were quite happy to never see the dreaded thing again and you gestured for him to take it. 

Aemond slid it into one of his heavy pockets, giving you a short nod before turning, the matter done in his eyes. You didn't know what he planned to do with the necklace, but you felt somewhat reassured that he wouldn't spill this secret. Aemond was a dutiful man, but not necessarily reckless, at least in a matter where his brother was concerned. It almost frightened you that one could be so level-headed about such a thing.

He was almost at the door when your mind finally cleared enough for another thought to come through, and his hand hesitated on the handle as you spoke up.

"Is Aegon okay?"

He remained there for a moment, only turning somewhat so that you could see his good eye. You couldn't quite understand the expression on his face as he spoke simply. "Every man must kill at some point in his life. I didn't think you would care much about his well-being."

The words cut harder than you would have wished, and your lips tugged into a small frown. Aegon was not a shining figure in your life by any means, and up until a few nights ago, you thought you might have hated him. But you remembered how his hands shook as he held you. "I'm not as cold as you seem to think I am."

"No," Aemond tilted his head slightly, his gaze perceptive, almost like he could see straight into your mind. "But he can be a cunt sometimes."

You almost laughed, almost, at the stoic expression on his face as he said such a thing, that tension finally breaking as you pursed your lips, looking down for a moment. "Is he, though?"

Aemond hummed softly as though in thought. "Aegon is... different. He works through things in his own way. He has... a lot to think about at the moment."

It seemed he was back to his cryptic words, hedging around topics as though implying things without actually saying them. You grit your teeth. "Meaning?"

"It was good to speak with you, Princess." Aemond nodded with that same minuscule smile, as if saying he perceived something far beyond your understanding. "I wish the best to you."

At that, he opened the door quietly and slipped from your chambers with the agility of a street cat. You heard the soft clink of the handle snapping back into place, but his footsteps were silent as he strode down the halls, leaving you to your thoughts. For a while, you just stood there, mulling over his words as though you had any hope of comprehending them, before eventually giving up and striding back to your desk. It took some effort to pick up your silver decanter, the wine within slightly warm from sitting in the sun all day, and your hands stung with the force it took to try to open that damned box. Eventually, however, you managed to pour yourself a sloppy cup, bringing it to your mouth using the bones where your hands met your wrist. It was a rather pathetic job, but you needed this, you needed this moment to yourself. 

As you sat there quietly, trying to comprehend that dark night, you came to a certain realisation. No matter how awful Aegon had been to you these past few years, you were in his debt. You may not have been able to understand why Boras attacked you, but the one thing you did know was that the only reason you were alive was because of your uncle, and you needed to make certain that what you had done to him, no matter how small in your mind, was put to right.

[insomniakisses]

Your the Omega of the group and having pups

Requested? Yes

Reader type:  GN!reader, omega reader, Female anatomy

Warning/Notes; Omegaverse Au, Suggestive themes, Pregnancy, Polyamorous Dreamcatcher, Member x Member x Reader, fluff

For the past few weeks you had felt off. Having a sensitive neck and needing your alphas around practically 24/7. You had even snapped at your friend, growling slightly when they elbowed your stomach accidentally. And yet you assumes it was just stress.

You still hadn’t put two and two together until you started to feel nauseous in the mornings and your alpha friend pointed out that your scent seemed a little different. It was then u decided to take a test. Which led you to where you are now.

“SHIT!” You cursed as the test came up positive, unaware of Minji being just outside your bathroom door.

“Babe?” You heard her call from outside, confusion and worry lacing her voice followed by the sound of her opening the door.

You cursed yourself mentally for forgetting to lock it as she came face to face with you. Eyes softening when she catches sight of what was in your hands. “Is that, it it positive-“ she grabs your shaky hands as you nod and she can’t help but spin you around giggling in excitement. Your heart filling with joy at knowing that at least one of your Alphas was happy with the news. Just then the loud laughter of your second oldest girlfriend came down the hallway followed by the sight of her chasing yoohyeon into the room.

The over sized puppy stumbling and almost landing on you if it hadn’t been for Minji’s growl causing bora to pull her back. both staring at the eldest in utter shock at being growled at out of the blue. “I’m fineeeee” you laugh lightly leaning up to kiss her cheek as she huffs, the other two watching the interaction carefully.

Confused, the scan over you and their fellow alpha girlfriend carefully both their eyes landing on how Minji is caressing your belly ever so loving and careful. It was Yoohyeon who put two and two together.

“OMG-” she rushes to wrap you in her arms gently, “YOUR CARRYING ONE OF OUR PUPS!” Bora gasps not seconds later when she sees Yooh kneel down to nuzzle into your barely visible bump. going over to kiss you softly before nuzzling into your neck on the opposite side Jiu was currently doing the same. Both nipping and scenting slightly causing you to giggle.

After about five minutes of the four of you staying like that, all of you in complete bliss and hearts full of happiness there was a knock on the door despite it being wide open. you cant help but chuckle at the curious looks your remaining girlfriends were sporting, all four heads popped into the doorway slightly.

“Our little Omega has something to tell you” Yoohyeon muses kissing your stomach and essentially giving away the surprise. You nod happily when their curious yet excited eyes flick from you and your small bump. Getting engulfed in affections from all seven alphas just as quick.

You yelp in surprise when Yubin lifts you into her arms and takes of down the hallway shouting a fleeting, “Race you to the nest!”.

She carefully sets you down in the centre barely having time to wrap her arms around you and kiss your cheek softly before the rest of your girlfriends made their way in dotting on you just the same.

a/n: I forgot the interacting with pups part im sorry! lemmie know if u want that doin

[bangtanhoneys]

Bangtan Baby: Happy baby, Happy Hobi

Constant giggles. 

That’s all J-Hope, the sunshine of the group, was getting as he laid his four month old niece across his thighs. He hadn’t even done anything yet as he had taken the baby from Jimin as they each waited their turn in the make up chair. 

“What’s so funny?” he asked, giving a little tickle to the baby’s side which caused more giggles to erupt. “You find Uncle Hobi so funny, huh? You got a little giggle fit coming along?” he tickled a little bit more then simply held Bora in his lap with large hands covering her tiny ribcage. 

It was fun to watch Bangtan in their normal situation of chaos backstage and now there was a tiny baby to add to the chaos, it was just insane. So much had changed in a year: from the pregnancy announcement to Grace going into labour to finally their little niece making an appearance and here she lay as a four month old giggling baby. 

At least she didn’t giggle like her father. 

Said father was having a deep conversation with Yoongi as they sat on the couches, each peeling a banana and a tangerine respectively. And Bora’s mother had gone to the bathroom to change into another set of clothes after she had been the one to receive the poo-nami as it had been called. 

“So giggly,” Jungkook mused after he had finished his turn and sat down next to his hyung and baby sister. “Do you want me to take her?”

“Don’t be taking my niece away from me! I don’t get enough time with her as it is,” Hobi frowned at the younger member who grinned at him. “Don’t grin at me, you’re just as bad.”

There was another giggle from his lap and then a tiny foot kicked out in time with the giggles, causing Hobi to stop and look. “Ooh, someone has found her feet.”

Jungkook reached over and gently squished her chubby cheeks as the giggles continued, feet kicking in time. “Aish, she’s cute.” With that, the maknae left the two alone to go and bother someone else.

“Happy, giggly, Bora. I still think you should have been named Hope but I got vetoed,” Hobi mused as he held onto a tiny foot and watched with amusement at how shocked Bora looked that someone could stop her kicking.

He let go and grinned as feet continued kicking, matching the giggles as he began to gently tickle her again. “Ah, never grow up bb. You make your Uncle Hobi happy everytime you smile.”