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Drabble game!! Something like a Robin hood Au with Taehyung 👀
CARRIAGE HIJACK
Information: Bandit!Taehyung x OC (Name: Althea) | Robin Hood AU | Taehyung puts a prince in his place.
Warnings: sexist behavior, racist behavior, bride snatching, mentions of violence.
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Althea kept her head down, red veil over her head as she was carted off with her new fiancée, ready to be displayed for the royal family to judge. The prince in question, Mateus, was busy drinking and looking out the window. He was the one who came all this way to fetch a bride while she was living her life peacefully, now he’s pouting. Althea had a half a mind to just take the knife from her boot and slit his throat now. It could help both of them.
“Can you read?” Mateus spoke in his language purposefully as if to test that Althea still knew it or it was just a strike of divine luck.
Althea was glad the fool couldn’t see her glare too clearly. “Yes, your language is not difficult.” She spoke in the most formalized tonality of his language.
Mateus scoffed, looking out the window. “The bitch has a tongue.”
“And a spine too. Something you might be unfamiliar with,” Althea said.
He glared. “If you had such a spine then why’re you here to warm my bed?”
“Our bed will hardly be warmed with you at the helm.” Althea narrowed her gaze, feeling the welcoming cool of the knife. “And I’m doing this to prevent your kingdom from harming my village.”
Mateus sat back at her seat, folding his arms over his chest. “Once you’re in the kingdom, you’ll be my wife. You’ll learn not to speak against me.”
“Are your guards going to teach me a lesson?” Althea asked. “By the looks of you, there’s not much damage that can be done with you alone.”
Mateus was ready to lunge with red-faced anger but the carriage came to an abrupt stop, forcing him to fall back pathetically. “What happened?!” He shrieked. “Anthony, I’ll fucking kill you! Why did we stop?” He spat out the window.
“Sir, there’s a log in the way,” Anthony replied calmly. “We’ll need to remove it before we can proceed.”
Mateus cursed, climbing out of the carriage. “Stay in there,” he ordered Althea for no reason before slamming the carriage door. “Why can’t you go around?”
Althea heard rustling in the bushes, cracking of leaves before a grunt was sounded. She heard a thud of someone falling. When she tried to see what happened, Mateus began to shrieking like a child.
“Let me go! I’m a prince, I’ll tell my father! He’ll kill you!”
Bandits.
The door opened next to her with a stranger. A mask over his face, sharp eyes stared back at her, curtained by a raven locks glistening with humidity. “Apologies, my lady.”
“Are you killing him?” Althea asked.
He raised a brow, making a noise of confused though as he looked at whatever scuffle was happening. “I don’t think so. He’s being very dramatic about it though.” The bandit climbed into the carriage and closed the door, letting out a sigh of relaxation. “That’s better.” He spread his legs so her own were caged between them. “I’ll have your jewellery then, darling, if you please.”
Althea took off the heavy necklace and bracelets Mateus’ family gave her, thinking it would impress everyone when he showed them off. They were nothing but trinkets. She handed them to him.
He accepted, shoving them into a satchel. “I’d tell you to take off the dress but I often enjoyed doing that myself.”
Althea smiled as Taehyung lifted the veil, sneaking inside it so they were cocooned in their own world. She pulled down the mask to reveal a smug smirk. Taehyung reached in to kiss her.
“What took you so long?” Althea asked as they broke the kiss.
“They tried to change the route,” Taehyung said. “But I promised I’ll get here.”
“You worked with them,” Mateus said through the open window. “You bitch.” One of his henchman, Jimin quickly bound his mouth.
“Should we kill him, boss?” Jimin asked.
Mateus cried out.
“No, send him back to his family,” Taehyung said as he moved out of the veil. “Tell your father that the bad bandits took your wife. Make him walk.” He drew the curtains to the carriage. He looked at Althea, pulling the veil completely. “Now about that dress,” he smirked.
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How about Yoongi just wanting to pamper his S.O? like it's a sunday or something and he offers to give her a message? maybe turns a lil smutty at the end?
send your yoongi requests before 12th April!
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Hello everyone! Just a bit of housekeeping on the requests because I understand people have been confused about this before. Now if a request is not likely to be written or chosen then they will simply not be added, meaning I won't reply to them.
If you want me to reply to it or add a banner to make it clear then let me know but this seems like the best way to do it. So currently the ones I've replied to are most likely to be written!
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something like estranged partners but they need to be affectionate to each other in public occasions as they have an image to uphold (angst & petty jealousy)
send your yoongi requests before 12th April!
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sending my idea.. married couple in which he takes care of his wife who lost her memories
send your yoongi requests before 14th April!
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Arranged marriage au?? E2L??
They were enemies but yoongi finding out she was just a hurt precious soul. Ending up with Yoongi being protective of oc
send your yoongi requests before 14th April!
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requests open! (yoongi edition)
I know I do weird stuff with my requests but they make it fun for me lmaoo okay it's the same process but I used a wheel name picker to see which member it would choose. And lo and behold, the fates have given me Yoongi lol. Send me your ideas and I will write them! This will close on Sunday 14th April.
send your requests here!
#bts fanfic#bts fanfiction#yoongi#yoongi fanfic#yoongi fanfiction#bts smut#bts angst#bts fluff#bts x oc#bts au
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I was thinking......... High class yoongi x reader
They were close when they were young, and later on yoongi has to marry and he's like "what has she been doing?? Yeah, if I'm gonna have to marry someone it's her"
Childhood friends to lovers but with an arranged marriage au
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THE PACT
Information: Heir!Yoongi x Seamstress!OC (Name: Kiku) | Yoongi resurfaces an age-old pact with his childhood friend.
Warnings: none.
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Kiku kept her eyes on mending the button on Yoongi’s shirt as he rambled on about the pressures of marriage to carry on the legacy and fortunes of his family. It had been seven years since they spoke to one another and now when they did, Yoongi wanted to complain about his family without doing anything to fix his situation. She was tolerant of it at a younger age because she believed Yoongi was special and wished to leave this place.
But it took a year too long for her to realize that Yoongi was simply complaining and doing nothing about it. This was his comfort place.
“What I’m saying is…I don’t want to get married to someone I hardly know.” Yoongi put his hands in his pockets. “So. . .I was wondering. . .if you’d like to give it a shot.”
Kiku stared up at him then, anger flaring in her body. “I’m sorry?”
“You and I said a few years ago that if our love lives don’t work out, we could…try it together. I thought perhaps that was still on the table.” Yoongi tilted his head, expectantly.
“You want to marry me?” Kiku asked.
“Well…it’s not pressure, I just wanted to see.” Yoongi gestured to her. “You know, forget it.” For a brief moment, his face reverted to a younger self as he scratched behind his head, looking elsewhere. “I just don’t know what to do.” He sat on the chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I want to be a good son but I can’t…it’s too personal, I can’t marry a stranger."
Kiku wanted to maintain her anger for a while but she always knew that Yoongi liked pleasing his parents. More often than not, that caused him more harm than anything. Yet he still held an unwavering loyalty to making them happy, even if it meant doing things that made him miserable. With a sigh, she softened herself. “Alright,” she said.
Yoongi perked up. “What?”
“Might as well, I don’t have any plans to commit to anyone else.” Kiku shrugged. “And if something really goes wrong, we can always divorce.”
Yoongi nodded. “Right, yeah.”
“I’ll take half your money. Sounds like a win to me,” Kiku mused with a smirk as the needle hovered over the shirt.
Yoongi chuckled, leaning forward on her chair. “Yeah, anything you want.” He let out a sigh of genuine relief. Kiku felt the amount of anxiety piled in that sigh and a part of her calmed at knowing she was the reason to quell it. “I’ll talk to my parents.” He patted his knees and whipped out his phone.
Kiku smiled, looked down at his shirt and finished the final stitch. Finalizing the binding she just agreed to.
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would you write a drabble about doctor/nurse! oc and secret agent! jimin. oc wonders why he comes home injured most of the time but takes care of him nonetheless
MENDING
Information: Spy!Jimin x Doctor!OC (Name: Gaia) | Jimin gets confronted for his lies.
Warnings: blood, mentions of stabbing, medical treatment.
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“Sorry, I—there was a tiff.” Jimin smirked. “A client wasn’t too happy with his divorce proceedings.” He cleared his throat, holding onto a reddened cloth while blood seeped through the spaces between his fingers. Sweat pearled on his forehead as he tried to sit himself down on the bathroom.
Gaia kept a steady breath as she gathered the medical kit. At first, she hurriedly healed him without asking many questions. A criminal lawyer who dealt with a lot of crazy culprits, there was bound to be some problems here and there. But often those problems were stalking or an argument, rarely was there a stab or gun wound every week.
She unbuttoned Jimin’s shirt, peeling it off his sodden skin. “I thought your recent client was a calm guy,” Gaia said. “You said so.”
“I did think so but…can’t tell.” Jimin took deeper breaths to try and quell any sounds of pain as Gaia prepared a fresh cloth soaked in water.
Gaia cleaned the wound even though the frustration of being lied to nudged at the back of her mind. “He was very careful in avoiding your vital organs.” She pursed her lips, keeping silent pauses just for Jimin to keep digging himself into a hole. “Must be trained in fighting, this accountant.”
Jimin didn’t reply to her at the moment. “Yeah, accountants are. . .more suspicious than you think.”
Gaia narrowed her gaze, as she dipped another cloth with antiseptic and pressed it onto his wound firmly.
Jimin hissed in pain. “Easy.”
“You’ll be fine,” she said in a harsh tone.
“I’m the one who was stabbed, why’re you mad at me?” Jimin asked.
“Because I don’t like being lied to.” Gaia prepared the needle and thread and started to sew. Still not looking at Jimin although she heard a sigh of defeat. “If you’re coming up with another lie then just keep quiet.”
“What gave it away?”
“Seriously?” Gaia glared.
Jimin stammered, wincing at Gaia jabbed the needle into his skin again. “I can’t tell you what I’m doing exactly. It’ll only put you in danger.” He reached out with his clean hand, tracing her hairline affectionately. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want to lie to you.”
“You’re not a lawyer,” Gaia said.
“No, but I do work for the government.” Jimin nodded. “It’s just more secluded.”
“Am I part of the assignment?” She asked.
“No, I had to fill out a 100 page form to be with you.” Jimin chuckled lightly before groaning as his stomach began to ache.
Gaia smiled even though a stubborn part of her wanted to be angry still. “100 pages…you must like me,” she mused.
“I do, quite a lot.” Jimin smirked as Gaia finished bandaging his wound.
As Gaia cleaned everything, including Jimin’s hand, the tension began to clear replacing itself with the scent of antibacterial cleaners and a warm comfort of having some kind of an answer. It wasn’t clear what Jimin was but at the very least, she didn’t have to hear clumsy lies about lawyer business.
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Hello can you write a one with oc being a concubine to one of the ot7 and other concubines made fun of her but they can't do anything because at the end of the day it's always reader who's chosen by the king , I hope you're drabble request was open , if it wasn't sorry to bother
Hi! It's okay, you're not a bother but unfortunately, the drabble games are closed at the moment. Maybe next time!
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hello! i see you’re open for drabble request, i would like to ask for forest bride where they go on a festival date, yoongi buying kiku anything that fascinates her (even tho she’s not really asking for it) and the people are gushing over them. thank you!
SWEET TRINKETS
Information: Forest Bride Drabble | Yoongi x Kiku | Click for original fic here if you're interested
Warnings: none.
Author's Note: sorry for the wait, things got really busy! I will be writing the other drabbles sent to me as well, don't worry <3
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It was Kiku's first Summer Night festival in the Onyx clan. Merchants from other territories would arrive in the clan with new items, trinkets, food and other goods in order to add interest to the usual routines of their territory. The stalls were vibrant in stalls of all colours. Yun and Nari already lost themselves in the crowd but Yoongi ensured to hold onto her hand.
“Brother’s really not letting go of that hand,” Yun joked. “It might fall off.”
Kiku chuckled as Yoongi only smirked.
Yun pushed Nari gently into the crowd as they rushed to a stall full of rare books.
Kiku and Yoongi padded over to the first stall where the merchant sold embroidered pouches and pieces. A beautiful blue cotton pouch with embroidered honeysuckles caught Kiku’s eye. She brushed her fingers against the soft material.
“It matches you perfectly, madam,” the merchant cheered as he picked up the pouch and brandished it. “Has enough space for all your coins. It can even fit jewellery.”
Kiku grinned. She adored honeysuckle flowers in the summertime, picking them constantly from the forests and filling the stone vases at their house. “It’s very pretty but I’ll keep looking around.” She kept her gaze lingered on the pouch but didn’t want to spend too many coins on little things. Perhaps some clothes or summer fruits may be better.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Master Min,” the merchant bowed.
Kiku looked back curiously to see what Yoongi purchased from the excited and proud merchant. And it was none other than the little pouch. Her cheeks burned. “You didn’t need to do that.”
“You need something to hold all your coins,” Yoongi explained as if it was a smart transaction.
Kiku chuckled, accepting the coin pouch and holding it close to her chest. “Are you trying to spoil me?”
“These markets only happen once a year, we might as well be a little indulgent.”
They walked in front of a silk stall and Kiku noticed a mint green silk dress with delicate gold embroidery that formed into water lilies. She glanced over at Yoongi who was keeping a close eyes. “I’m just looking.”
“If you look too long, who knows my coin will fly.” Yoongi smirked.
Kiku shook her head, brushing her fingers and feeling the soft textures of the embroidery. She bit down her bottom lip but didn’t say anything further. It was mesmerizing. The amount of variety in these stalls were truly majestic.
“You have a clip that matches this,” Yoongi said. “Might go with it.”
“Are you trying to tempt me?” Kiku asked.
“Only stating the facts.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as he sauntered over to the merchant lady selling the silks.
“Let your husband buy it for you, madam, it’s good luck!” The merchant gestured, clearly trying to make a sale instead of actually showcasing the magical properties of this dress.
“We do need good luck.” Yoongi didn’t wait a second before buying the dress.
“Unbelievable.”
Kiku had a permanent smile fixed on her face as she hooked her arm on Yoongis’. They made their way to the food stalls where different fruits were displayed. Kiku saw the red dragon-fruits and pomegranates, quickly taking her own coins and handing them to the merchant. “I’ll buy the food.”
Yoongi chuckled. Perhaps a small light-hearted race had begun now as Kiku now immediately bought them some pork filled buns.
Kiku split one bun for the moment and shared it with Yoongi as they continued walking. Finally, they reached fragrance and bath stall.
This time, Yoongi bought the rose oil that Kiku was eyeing.
“Very helpful for couples this one,” the merchant called out. “Much pleasure if you put on the right places.” They winked.
Yoongi chuckled nervously, cheeks reddening as he cleared his throat. “Thank you.”
Kiku stifled laughter as she continued walking. “Make sure to put it on the right places.”
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omg OMGG that was perfect!! Ahhhhhhh i was blushing so much!!! *squeals*
thank you!!!!!
-prev anon
YAYY thank you for getting back to me, it’s so nice to hear you liked it!!
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omg thank you so much for writing my request. I was off tumblr!!! Gonna read it now🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
thank you so much for requesting!! Hope you like it!
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Should I send in requests for the drabble game Or should I not, because it says requests closed????
Would love to send one if your okay with it btw
Drabble games are open, the requests closed or open are for full requests with all their bells and whistles. Sorry for the confusion! But yes send away! I’ll change the requests thing in a sec
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hey. Hope you doing good.
Are u ok with : arranged marriage, mafia, dubcon,wedding night, proof of consummation,guilt,angst
jungkook or taehyung
COMPROMISE
Information: Jungkook ft. Taehyung | Mafia AU | The underworld king had everything to give Jungkook on one condition.
Warnings: sexual content, arranged marriage, dub-con (not explicit).
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"What're you doing here?" Jungkook asked, mid-way through his second glass of whiskey to get some of the day melted away from his mind. Unfortunately, Belle had no intention of making this simple and straight-forward for him. Not by a long shot.
She stood there in his office, wearing her sweet satin nightgown and cheeks blushed. Ready and ripe for the wedding night with Taehyung. But anger rushed through her glossed eyes. "They're suggesting a witness for the event," she said.
Jungkook swirled his glass around, focusing his gaze on the gold liquid instead of how nice the room smelled when she stood in it. "I told them it's not necessary."
"Well, they're insisting and I gave them a name."
Jungkook paused. Jaw tightened as heat formed at the nape of his neck. "Is this a joke?"
"You can laugh on your way to the room," Belle said.
"I'm not doing it," he said.
"Really, you were so happy to throw me into this marriage and now it's too much for your stomach?” She tilted her head, looking at him with the fiercest poison.
"Your father promised me to create this alliance.” Jungkook pointed. “It was part of the deal."
"Because you wanted to be boss. Now you get to see all your hard work paid off." Belle gestured to the door with glossed eyes.
"I can tell them it's not necessary to do the wedding night," Jungkook said.
"And explain it to them how?" Belle asked. "You can't half-ass everything in your life."
Jungkook looked away with a scoff. "I'm trying to help you."
Belle let out a bitter chuckle. "If you really wanted to help me, I wouldn't be married to that monster." She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving him with more nerves than he started with.
Jungkook never wanted to agree to this stupid alliance. They both knew Taehyung was unstable and an asshole. There was a reason why his first wife left for something else and yet here they were.
Belle's father always knew how to keep his chokehold on everyone even in sickness.
Now Jungkook had to watch the woman he loved fuck her new husband. All this for a seat in this tobacco stinking office.
With a sigh, Jungkook chugged the rest of his whiskey and made his way to the marital bedroom. He saw his guards come to him. "Slip something in Taehyung's drink. Whatever it takes, make sure that idiot isn't fully conscious."
The guard nodded and walked off to the end of the hallway.
As Jungkook entered the bedroom, another member of the syndicate from Taehyung's side, Dija, stood at the corner like a lurching rat. There were curtains to cover most of the act itself but it was translucent enough for him to catch shapes.
A shape of Belle lay on the bed.
Many minutes passed.
"Master Kim often takes a while to prepare," Dija explained.
"Well, we don't have all night." Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest. "Get him to fucking hurry."
Dija lost his smile as he scurried to the corner room. A few minutes of silence.
Jungkook, for the briefest of seconds, wanted to just grab Belle and take her away from here. But he just stood there in silence. As he always did.
Taehyung then walked into the main bedroom, stumbling slightly. He looked over at Jungkook with a slightly drunken smile, clearing his throat. "Sorry about the wait. I was just loosening up."
Jungkook hummed in disappointment but was glad the man was too weak to coordinate himself.
Taehyung slithered through the curtains. The look of hunger on his face enough for Jungkook to imagine scooping those eyes out and making him eat them.
Shapes moved. All he could do was hear his own heartbeat and Taehyung light grunts as he attempted to climb on top of Belle.
Ten seconds passed before it stopped. No one moved.
Taehyung let out a long sigh before his shape slid off, the springs squeaked.
Belle cleared her throat lightly as the moment of silence spread through them.
Dija stammered. "Sir?"
Belle's form lifted up. "I think he's asleep."
"Did he not...did he not perform?" Dija tried to take steps forward towards the curtains.
Belle scoffed out a light chuckle. "I'm sure he tried his best."
Jungkook let out a breath of relief. "Well…we could push past this incident and tell everyone the wedding night was a success. Would be a shame if people found out Master Kim is. . .incapable.”
Dija looked nervous, stammering to argue back but there was not a single piece of spine in his back to let anything out. "It seems the wedding night was successful. We’ll leave you to your peace," Dija cleared his throat and walked out of the room.
Belle sighed, resting back on the bed while Taehyung lay, nearly snoring next to her. She saw Jungkook still standing there in silence. "You can't drug him forever, you know."
"I drug everyone else indirectly, why not him?" Jungkook asked.
Belle shook her head.
Jungkook took a breath to say something. Anything at all. That he was sorry. That he hated the promises her father made him keep in exchange for power. That he was weak enough to agree to them. "Let me know if you need anything." He walked near the door.
Belle pursed her lips together, heart aching. "Yes, boss."
Jungkook sighed, closing the door behind him as his chest twisted into nothingness. This was for the best. It had to be.
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drabble game time!
I haven't done these in a while and honestly, I'm on a bit of a drabble mood lately anyway.
So send in your drabble requests and I will write them for you!
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Absolutely love your stories! Just found your blog and ran through your whole masterlist! Would you ever consider writing something longer! Your fantasy world building is so compelling id love to read a longer series!
I have considered it before but this is my little hobby to get out some quick creatives fixes and long fantasy stories take a bit of planning. Maybe if an idea for a fantasy story comes up, I will! Or usually some requests end up needing more parts. Break my Mind's Eye was a request after all and it's my second longest series so you never know!
But thank you so much for reading through my stories!! I'm so happy you like them!!
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