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therealmintedmango · 1 year
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Cerberus - Part Three
Genre: Werewolf/ Shifter AU; Medieval AU; Strangers-To-Lovers AU; Heavy Angst; Soulmate AU; Eventual romance/ smut
Rating: NC 18+, Explicit
Words: 7,396
Pairings: (Eventually) ot7 BTS x Human Female Reader
Warnings: Dark themes; Yandere Vibes; Death; Gore; Murder/ Killing; Dark Dreams; Wolf Centric Chapter
Tag List: (Please notify me if you wish to be added/ no longer want to be apart of the tag list!) @openup-yourmind, @deeepvibes, @xxsunny-side-upxx, @heoniebaby
Cerberus Playlist — Apple Music (Let me know if you have a good song to add to the playlist and I’ll chuck it in there!)
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The hunt is on,
For it is night.
I lurk in the shadows
Under the pale moonlight.
All creatures tucked away in their beds,
Slumber taking its hold and pressing
Down, down, down.
Either a fairytale or a nightmare,
I get to decide,
For you cannot run and
you cannot hide.
Though she does not see me nor sense me,
I can see her sweat and shake,
A virgin so pure and fragile,
I dare not defile.
Not until she is heady and ready,
Shivering in my claws — it’s not too late.
For she is mine.
…Mine…
Mine…!
MINE!
I wake with a fright, my heart is beating viscously, thumping clean out of my soggy skin. I sit up, the bed frame creaking under my movements as I push the heavy sheets to the side. My body glistens, dripping in a hot-cold sweat under the moonlight that baths my room in her silver, pale glow. My nightgown is soaked, covered in my perspiration, the cream-colored silk clings to me for dear life. The hairs around my neck are plastered in place. My breaths come out in heaves, my hands shake with terror.
Shuddering at the nightmare I just had, I stare at the princes’ family portrait as my eyes adjust. There are no teeth here, nor claws—no looming figures that stalk me in the throes of the velvet night. Just seven sets of rust-colored eyes staring down at me. I tear my eyes away and stare at the tree branches outside, there is a heavy fog relaxing among the wood in an eerie cloak, blanketing the night.
I’m awake. I tell myself as I rub my face in my hands, feeling a cold night sweat occur. I am awake and I am alive and that is all that matters. I gulp, trying to regain some composure.
That nightmare was truly hellish.
Twigs snap under my bare feet, branches slice the skin on my face and arms as I race as fast as I can muster. A giant wolf or dog was chasing me deeper and deeper into the bog, the thicket of trees and vines so tall, there was no room for escape as my path came to a dead end. Its eyes a light golden color, its fur shrouded in the night as it hunted me, stalked me like I was pretty prey. The creature snarls, bearing its blinding white teeth, claws like sharp knives ready to pierce my skin raised above me as it let out this feral, ghoulish howl from the depths of its belly. It sounded like it was almost gleeful, a chorus of wailing howls surrounded me, forming a circle of terror with their sunset eyes, fangs, and ferocious sounds. I called for help, for someone to save me, but there was little to be done. Within the next instance, a whole pack of wolves smiled at me as the moon fell from the sky…then they descended upon me.
Then I awoke.
I shudder once more, a ripple of uncomfortable remembering races through my body.
My eyes sweep a glance at the fireplace, the stone hearth is dead, as it is well into the early hours of the morn, not even a peep of the sun shimmering gold and reds on the horizon. No autumn birds sing outside in their nests. All is still in the house and in the wood. I take some deep breaths and try to compose myself, still sitting in the guest room the princes’ have allowed me to reside in.
Why they are so kind and gentle to me, I shall never understand.
My tongue is dry and I long for a glass of water. I have a bell next to my bedside to call upon the staff if I need something, however I like to do things myself, much to the princes’ dismay. Besides, it is far too early to call upon someone at this hour. I shall go to the water pump outside beside the kitchen and fetch myself a glass of water. An easy feat, I tell myself as I slink out of bed.
I quickly light the long eggshell-colored candle in the holder next to my bedside, feeling the cool of the floor under my feet gives some relief to my anxious body. As quiet and gingerly as I can, I open my door and make haste for the stairs. I have been residing in this home for around a month or so and I have gotten to know these halls a fair bit. There is still an air of mystery and glamor to this house, the grounds, and the people inside the walls.
The princes’ all delight in doing various activities with me throughout the week such as poetry reading with Seokjin after breakfast on the days he isn’t taking care of his royal duties. I have noticed his voice and his demeanor change when he reads about romance, which he does not do often…he almost appears wistful. Yoongi likes to play the piano in the study with me, though he is much better than I at the instrument. It is mesmerizing to observe him play such intricate melodies.
Hoseok is particularly active. He delights in taking me for strolls any time of the day and has promised to take me hunting once the ball has come to pass. Namjoon and I discuss various books in the study's library. He has so many first editions to such classic tales—I enjoy his vast knowledge of the world. Maybe one day I will make it out there. Jimin has asked for my opinions on the gardens, though he says they are not fully ready to view and walk through yet. He brings a brand new bouquet to have in my room every fortnight which is incredibly thoughtful.
Taehyung is so fascinating to be around. He is neither too loud nor too quiet, he is neither too sharp, nor too soft. He is so many things and I believe that’s why he paints and creates many things. Jungkook is the biggest enigma out of the family. He does all the things his brothers do, but he is the most secretive by far. I suppose being one of fourteen myself, I understand you are a combination of all good things your siblings are.
Getting to know these princes’ is a touch overwhelming, but it certainly leaves me craving more from our interactions. Those amber eyes they all share bore deep into my skull at times, speaking to me in a language I can’t quite understand.
The wolf decor in the hallway to the dining room catches my eyes and I almost freeze in my tracks, the candle flame flickers as I suck in a tight breath. In my haste to procure some water and my wandering ,rabid thoughts, I have failed a few things: I do not have on the proper attire to be roaming around late at night, I don’t exactly know how to get to the water pump outside, and I haven’t realized just how eerie the castle looks shrouded in the blackness of night. I tear my eyes away from the stone wolf heads and their hollow eyes as I slink through the dining room quickly. The only sound I can hear is the slight crackling of the flame and the soft padding of my feet across the lush carpets and wooden floors.
At last I have reached the kitchens and I know the pump for the water is not far. Dawning on me, I have not seen the space where my food comes from. There are several large hearths for cooking, brick ovens, a pantry that is as long and wide as my room upstairs, cupboards filled with intricate plates and dishes that are in mint condition though they look centuries old. Dried herbs hang along the walls and the counters are so clean, I think to myself as I glide my fingertips across the cool, smooth stone surfaces. It smells of faint spices from last night’s roasted pheasant and slightly sweet from the cranberry pie that was served for dessert.
Mice are maybe quieter than I, but I secure a glass out of the cupboard—one that looks neither too fancy nor too breakable. I am a clumsy fool most of the right time. Never saying the right words or feet tripping over invisible laces.
There is a small door in the corner of the kitchen and a slim hallway one leading to a staircase upstairs to where the staff live, I assume. I gingerly press the wooden door open, fearing I have stumbled onto someone’s living chambers. The wood groans slightly as I push the latch free from its metal confines and I have come this far to give up on my conquest for water. I suck in a breath and close one eye in anticipation, mustering strength up to thrust the door open.
I feel it before I see it. The cold of the dead of night.
Before I go and do anything else brash, I quickly scan the ground around me. I see a singular brick on the ground outside and I place it between the threshold of the door, so I will not be locked out of the castle.
The darkness outside is thick, palpable. The fog is like cold, faint whispers of ghosts floating around my body. A breeze whips up and I clutch my candle close, fearing the yellow flame would be whisked away. I look for the water pump close to the house, wandering along the side of the brick and marble stone. The night air sends a wave of shivers down my spine. It turns my nipples to hard pebbles under my nightclothes. The fog is dense and the night is dark and the little hairs on the back of my neck start to raise in warning. I am determined to find some water, even though I am inching further and further away from the only door I know will grant me entrance into the house.
My body is telling me to run, run far away! Dash away like a mad person! Dash away like you did all those many moons ago!
However, the need for this water to survive is all that is keeping me stitched together at this moment.
To calm my nerves, I hum a tune I have not heard nor sung in years. A lullaby my mother used to sing to me. It’s a relaxing melody, the notes light and sweet. It usually coaxes tears to my eyes, though I cannot be swayed to dwell too much on her memory. The wind and my lullaby are the only things that my ears pick up on.
The little light from my candle finally catches the gleam from the metal pump, glimmering in the tiny glow. I have to make haste I think as I work quickly. I work in a flurry, setting the candle on the edge of the pump and placing the glass right where the water will flow out. I wish not to be out and about on this night any further. The metal groans and sputters awake, cutting the eerie silence wrapped up in the fog of the early morn with a knife. The noise sends a shutter down my spine as I continue to rouse the liquid from the mouth of the water pump. My throat is metaphorically in the middle of a barren desert, sticking to the roof of my mouth, tongue shriveling away placed behind my parched lips.
Something underfoot snaps in the wood close to me as soon as the water springs to life, filling my glass up.
The liquid spurts out, spilling everywhere, dribbling over my cold feet, my dry throat stiff and useless as I cannot even utter a simple whimper. I stop pumping, the groan of the metal pump clunking back into place with a thud. My heart is beating clean out of my chest, a black figure seems to emerge from the shadows; my nightmare is still very prevalent, swimming around in my brain as I nearly pass out from the fright of something lumbering toward me in the throes of the foggy, velvet night. My mind is doing spins, searching for the right thing to do. Do I run? Scream? Do nothing and pretend I don’t exist? Play like I am deceased? My stomach is empty, falling into pits on the frigid ground, my heart pumping blood into my ears.
It looks like a bear? It is very large and lingering, a snarl protruding out of the creature's jaws. No, a dog? I wish to vomit. The thing is stalking the tree line like a wolf—
“Y/N?”
I spin around, nearly tripping over myself, eyes blown out in shock as Taehyung's deep baritone fills the night with its earthy tone and rich timbre. He is in his night clothes, a quizzical expression on his face as he looks down upon me. The second youngest brother’s eyes flit to mine, the water pump and the tree line of the somber wood. Taehyung’s candle is raised to illuminate his strikingly handsome face in the soft golden flickering glow.
“What are you doing out here?” His amber eyes look down at my feet as a smirk dawns his lips. “You have a penchant for being barefoot, I see.”
“Prince Taehyung…” I whisper, my heart still beating rapidly, buried within my chest cavity. A blush blooms over my face. I am now acutely aware he can see straight through my silks, the cool, night air making my chest perky.
After a moment of awkward silence, the dog-creature nearly forgotten, Taehyung says, “I needed a midnight snack and there was a draft in the kitchen. I saw someone propped the kitchen door open and I heard the water being pumped so I came to investigate.” The sixth eldest prince smiles as he regales his discovery of me outside. “Let's get you inside, little bird.” He says softly, picking up my now mostly full water glass. “Hold my night clothes so I shan’t lose you in this thick fog.”
With haste, I do as he commands. Taehyung leads me back through the door of the kitchens and off to bed with a cold glass of water finally.
I miss his expression when we are outside: the way his thick brows are knitted together, eyes wild and unhinged, teeth are bared, gleaming in the glow of the candle and moonlight. This was his way of sending a silent warning to the creature hiding in the fog and tree line.
She is MINE. STAY AWAY.
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The early morning hours, where breakfast is served and everyone is flurrying about, are some of my favorite hours here in the Bangtan brother’s castle. I enjoy watching the brothers and staff mingle and mix, the princes’ keeping each other up to date with their lives and what they are going to accomplish each day. It inspired me to rise with them, not only to dine with all seven of them, but to hear what they are working on. It reminds me of my brother’s back home. My chest aches at the thought of them, sadness and misery clutch the edges of my mind and the morning sun rays permeate the curtains in my room.
The ball they hold for their kingdom on the night of the pregnant harvest moon is fast approaching. Not only are the staff deep into preparing, but the princes are as well. Each brother is doing something exquisite and unique which I am looking forward to seeing. Seokjin and Namjoon are splitting the duties of organizing the ball, though Seokjin is focusing on the food mostly and Namjoon is strengthening ties with other kingdoms as each of the neighboring states have been invited as well. Yoongi is taking care of the music; he is out with the Royal Bangtan Orchestra most afternoons, though he always has time to sit in front of the piano with me. Hoseok is handling entertainment like jugglers, fire eaters, and palm readers, which sounds fascinating to me as I’ve never experienced anything like that. Jimin is in charge of the gardens as well as adding impressive bouquets at every table and ropes of bright flowers that line every threshold. Taehyung is taking care of displaying Bangtan’s most eloquent and opulent paintings and statues on display. He is also very concerned about the fashion choices for the ball as wigs are all the rage right now and he wants to impress the crowd with his stylish, yet sensible choices. Jungkook has a surprise happening in the evening when cocktails and dessert is presented and though I press him for information, he holds tight to his secrets, smiling like a smug dog who has just buried a giant bone in the wood for safe keeping.
I’m grateful to them. Amidst the planning and preparation for this ball, they have still kept me in the loop and connected them, nor have they cast me out of their lives. If anything, I feel more entwined with them than at the beginning of my stay. A pang of sour guilt eats at my heart as I dress for the day in a simple, yet chic light blue gown. I hope that my brothers have received an invite and are coming so I can see them again and they will take me home. It’s not that I do not enjoy the company of the princes of Bangtan. Nay. It is the loss of my own thirteen brothers that consumes me, dread prickling my senses, the thought of torture or death backing me into a corner. I feel like a rabid dog, bothering the staff about anyone calling upon me or any letters received in my name. Nothing has turned up, no matter how much I write…or worry…It seems like I am at a stalemate, losing one family and being taken in by another…
I shake my head as I reach the end of the stairs, my stomach growling desperately for food as I try to shake a bad feeling from my mind.
Although I have made it my mission to rise and not waste the precious hours of the day, due to my roaming around before dawn even set in, I overslept. Taehyung gratefully escorted me back to my room last night with my water in hand, though he looked as if he had seen a ghost and barely said anything when we were back inside the castle. I am greeted by a few lingering staff leaving the dining hall in a flurry, concern painting their expressions. It smells of bacon, eggs, mapel, and tension hanging in the air. Wrapped up in my own thoughts, I have missed the angry dialogue protruding through the air. Like a silly moth to a brilliant flame, I am entranced; I wander closer as everyone scurries away from the ruckus.
“WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO? LET THESE DEMONS WIN?! LET THEM DESTROY EVERYTHING WE HAVE BUILT UP?! IT IS UNACCEPTABLE TO LET SOMEONE DIE LIKE THAT, NAMJOON!”
I almost gasp as my fingertips ghost the door to the hall. I have never heard Seokjin speak so angrily to anyone, let alone his brother.
There is a wicked snarl and something is shattered in the room. I recoil with the noise, the shouting and glass breaking reminding me of my father. Since no one else will, I should try and stop their bickering at once I think as I push open the door. I am greeted by Namjoon’s back to me, his large body and posture was menacing. Seokjin’s hair is standing on end, lips pulled back to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. Seokjin deflates when he sees me silently walk into the room, amber eyes that were narrowed and wild locking onto mine, turning into solem orbs at the sight of me.
“WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TAKEN HER IN! SHE IS GOING TO BRING NOTHING BUT MISFORTUNE AND DEMONS INTO THIS HOUSE!” Namjoon shouts. He then turns once Seokjin looks away shamefully, nodding to me frozen behind Namjoon.
They are talking about me.
Tears well in my ducts instantly, I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying in front of the princes. My heart dies and falls into my stomach, my throat feels tight, and I desperately wish I was anywhere but here. I wish I were millions of miles away from this place and all the gloom I carry around with me.
Namjoon sags, looking terribly remorseful, lifting his hands to reach out to me. “Y/N…”
I flinch away from his outstretched hands.
“I apologize, dear princes.” I whisper the words out as I turn to leave, throat going hoarse. “I-I never realized what a burden I was here. I-I-I will leave at once!”
“No!” Seokjin and Namjoon both yell, but it was too late.
I fled out of the dining hall and into the grand entrance of the building, running outside. I let my feet guide me as salt tears blurred my vision, the bottom of my gown was ruined as it was getting stained by the mud my boots were kicking up. Me. They were arguing about me. I choked on a sob, strangling my throat. I didn’t realize I was such a burden. Of course I am. I am doing nothing but pestering them, eating their food, and staying in their home for nothing in exchange. I ran into the hedge maze winding round and round until I was so utterly lost and exhausted, I took rest at the closest gazebo I found.
Stupid! I chastise myself. Stupid girl! Of course you are a burden! Your whole life you have been a burden! You make messes and hope that someone will come along and clean it up for you!
More tears and cries fill the space in the garden as I replay the short portion of conversation I heard between the two brothers. My heart is breaking. I should have never been so reckless with their kindness. They have done more than enough for me and I should never have overstayed like I have. Though I am feeling more comfortable everyday in the Bangtan castle, this is not my home.
I watch a monarch butterfly flit and flounce through the air once my tears have ceased. The autumnal butterfly’s wings beat like it is trying to get away from something, moving frantically up and down, then side to side. It carries itself past me, turning to me briefly as if to say RUN and I have an unnerving feeling looking at the beautiful creature.
A sinister feeling crawls up my spine…The same eerie and odd one I got last night…As if I was being watched…My eyes blow wide as I quietly scan the spot I am sitting upon. There is no movement in the hedges, no autumn breeze or sway of the foliage, the garden is silent. No movement is heard from any discretion, but I feel like I am being stalked. I am isolated out here in the garden; who will save me if I am in danger? I shake my head slightly. I am no one else’s burden. I have to save myself. All the baby hairs on my body stand though I cannot bring myself to stand. I am tired physically and frozen to the spot on the shaded gazebo spot in terror. My heart is beating when I hear a slight rustle coming from behind me. Do I dare look?
A head pops out from behind a tall, lush hedge and I nearly scream. The fifth eldest amber eyes lock on to my wide orbs at his sudden appearance. Jimin is like an air elemental, I never hear him coming; he is silent, cunniling deadly, or fragrant and sweet, but he can be boisterous and whipped up into a tornado if provoked unfathomably. I have only seen him act that way to Jungkook though when they spar in a wrestling match.
“Y/N?” Jimin smiles as he sees me sitting under the gazebo. “What are you doing out here?” His golden, amber eyes really drink me in as he approaches, seeing the sorry state I find myself currently in. His eyes flick to something behind me as he takes my hand in his suddenly, pulling me promptly up, his puffy lips moving into a tight-lipped frown. Jimin’s presence calms me down immediately, though his worry still makes me slightly concerned. “Come now, you have somewhere to be soon, though it is a surprise.” He says in his feather-soft voice as he leads me away.
I give a chaste look over my shoulder to find the butterfly floating down and landing in the spot I was just in.
“It is a marvelous day to go to town, wouldn’t you say so, Y/N?” Seokjin says as we step out into the busy and boisterous town in the middle of the afternoon. He takes my gloved hand as I step from the royal carriage.
“It is, yes, your majesty.” I say, gingerly avoiding puddles of water or urine on the cobblestone pavement. I could not discern what was what.
Seokjin apologized profusely for the outburst I witnessed from earlier in the day. He was extremely sorry (I thought I caught a glimpse of a tear swimming in his golden eyes) and he vowed to repay me by taking me to a surprise. On the way here, I knew we were headed to the dressmaker as she lives in the south-east side of Bangtan. I easily accepted his apology for I knew how remorseful and ashamed he was for his behavior and words. Seokjin explained how they all voted to have me stay at the castle and Namjoon was really the only one against it. He was worried I would bring a kingdom of angry citizens and an army of guards to them. It was nothing more than worry and concern coloring his view of me and a potential situation I’ve put them all in. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Still, I felt more like a burden to them now more than ever.
During my stay in the Bangtan castle, I told them about some of my past and only that I’ve run from an abusive and oppressive kingdom. No lies, but not half truths. I am not ready to admit to any person that I am a murderer. That I’ve killed my own father at that…
“Paisley, will you escort Y/N inside, please? And give Madam Hwasa this to settle the payments.” Seokjin handed her a fat velvet bag full of jingling gold coins. Paisley, one of the staff I have become closer over the weeks with, has come along as our chaperone. Though, I suspect part of the reason she is here because she fancies Jongbak, the footman.
“Yes, your majesty.” She says softly as she ushers me into the dressmaker.
Madam Hwasa barely says a word as we enter. She is older than me, I gather, but not by much. She has a face that is ethereal and otherworldly, dazzling to look at, though she always seems so sad. It is as if she is waiting for a lover to return to her forlorn heart and she speaks in a meak manner. The princes have taken me to her twice now as they did not have too many spare clothes lying about fit for a woman. They say she only apprenticed for only a year before she took over for the master dress designer because she was so talented. They say her silks and fabrics have magic in them.
Paisley hands her the sack of cash and I am once again whisked away behind the dressing room curtains. She undresses me in a flash, the garments protecting me from the autumn cold are stripped from my body—my undergarments stay as I await Madam Hwasa to return. She works quickly and quietly, her small fingers working with haste in an expert fashion.
A slight chill runs down my spine down into my stockings. I feel like I am being watched again, but Paisley has stepped out of the enclosed curtain room. It’s just me, my garments, a chair, and a half-circle of mirrors. The little hairs on my neck stand at attention, the eerie, aching chill blooms throughout my body making me shiver. Jeonghan had told me that spine shivers are caused by people in the future stepping on your grave. I wrinkle my nose in disgust. What a terrible thing to think about.
I fold my arms across my chest in a protective stance, my senses are on high alert since last night. Dreams were the windows into your soul, were they not? Why was I dreaming about dogs or wolves or beasts? What about the creature last night, out in the fog, stalking the tree line? And what about those teeth, those claws….and those golden eyes—
“You have the mark of a demon.”
“Pardon me?” I turn around in shock as Madam Hwasa floats into the room behind me silently. I hadn’t even heard the curtains flutter or the floorboards. She has a cream colored garment with gold and silver gemstones in a dazzling display which swirl and cascade down the luxurious fabric. Since I’ve been here before, she knows my measurements and with her skill I doubt she’ll need any adjusting as she is excellent with her craft.
“The mark of a demon is there,” she raises a beautiful, long finger to the middle of my back, “in between your shoulder blades.”
I look down sheepishly. This is the bane of my existence, this off-colored mark that stains my skin. My mother had it too. She said it was good fortune —in the shape of tiny bird wings. Yet another thing of my skin that isn’t mine but, in fact, belongs to someone else. “Tis’ only but a birthmark, ma'am.” I mumble.
“I never noticed before.” She almost snickers. “And your clothes are filthy! You smell like those mutts!” She snaps her fingers and I place my arms straight above my head.
“Pardon me, ma’am?” I stammer as she wastes no time throwing the heavy ballgown over your shoulders. It had no sleeves and showed off my whole collarbone and the top of my chest. My eyes pop open. This was quite a daring garment, but it was beautiful, with the crystals placed so delicately and perfectly, it hugged my torso until the middle of my rib cage, fanning out in lush plumes of fabric—I looked like a fallen star. “Madam, I am sorry? I do not touch the hunting dogs per the princes’ requests—“
“You are a foolish girl if you cannot figure out what your dreams are and what I am telling you.” She snides as she ties me into the dress. Dreams? Demons? That’s twice today each has been mentioned. My tongue runs dry.
I was not only astonished by how I looked but by how Madam Hwasa was speaking to me.
Madam Hwasa clicks her tongue as she stalks me in a circle, eyes running up and down my body. “Watch out for those wolf boys. They are going to gobble you up.” Her eyes narrow, her stare catching mine like blazing fire. I am not sure she approves of what she is seeing though her fixation gives me a sense that she is challenging me.
“Madam, you are frightening me.” I whisper as I notice I was trembling. Was it anger or terror? Mortification or loathing? I wasn’t quite sure. Another woman had never spoken to me in such a manner, so direct, so merciless. “I need to go.” I look at myself in the mirror and my ducts are pricked with tears, my arms limp at my sides.
“My apologies Lady Y/N.” She clicks her tongue once more and pulls her long gaze away from mine. “You are going to be a beautiful, dangerous creature when you bloom into your full potential.”
I haven’t a clue what she means and my face twists in shock.
She calls Paisley in and they reformat me back in my original frocks and skirts. Under Madam Hwasa’s cold stare and long fingers, I feel more exposed now than when I was in that dress or standing in my undergarments. Madam Hwasa packs my ballgown and hands it to Paisley who share the unit exchange of fingers slinging over one another and long eyelashes fluttering and mouths curling up in shy smiles in the afternoon sun.
Maybe I am a demon for I don’t believe anything like that will ever happen to me. I am a burden and an annoyance. To my mother, my father, my brothers, and now the princes I live with.
Prince Seokjin steps out of the carriage and escorts Paisley and I back inside as we are whisked away from the dressmakers shop. She waves as we drive off, I see her as I am facing backwards. A cat-like grin spreads across her lips and I swear her sad eyes suddenly flash a brilliant green-yellow color.
“How did you like your outfit for the ball? Was it to your liking?” The princes asks like an eager puppy would, wide eyed and excited.
“It was very marvelous, indeed. Thank you for such a lovely dress, your majesty.” I replied in earnest because I truly felt that way.
“Nothing but the best for our little bird.” I flush at his words and Paisley looks at me out of the corner of her eye and I try not to be smitten lava with his nickname for me.
I have an uneasy feeling as Seokjin prompts Jongbak to stop for a stroll at the park in the middle of town. The park is massive and reminds me of paintings and books as it looks like it shouldn’t belong in the middle of town. There is a crystal clear river that runs through, with exquisite bridges, intimate gazebos, and lush gardens to boot.
The eldest prince sticks out his elbow for me to take as we meander through the gardens. I take it and he carries me through the park. Paisley and Jongbak stay by the carriage, no chaperone needed in such a large, populated space.
I still feel like my stomach is in knots and I am having trouble finding the words, but Seokjin’s presence is calming me down. It is hard to feel unnerved with such a fine gentleman with me though. Prince Seokjin is tall, handsome, a great conversationalist, compassionate yet he has a wit and hilarity to him that makes him all the more charming. He was the full package and I would have loved to see him when he was but a young lad. Men bow and ladies curtsy when they see him; they light up like fireflies in June under a full moon when they come upon him. He greets everyone yet keeps conversation with me, smiling. His amber orbs sparkle when he tells a tasteful joke about a gentleman caravan and I give him my full laugh from my belly, though it is undignified for me to make such a noise.
“Pardon me, your highness!” I say breathlessly, still laughing at his nonsensical story as we come to the edge of a gorgeous bridge across the river. “My apologies for producing such boisterous noise!”
“Do not fret.” He simpers down at me, the shadow from his top hat blocking the brilliant sun. “Little bird, my favorite part of my day is when I get to see you smile. You are unraveling more and more every day.”
Immediately my cheeks blaze at his words and his stare.
I remember the look Paisley and Jongbak share and for one fleeting moment, I could have sworn he looked at me with half-lidded bedroom eyes.
“Your majesty, good afternoon.” Voices like silk and honey call behind us.
I turn, breaking the hold I had on Seokjin as the prince almost stands in front of me. “Good day, ladies of Twiceland.” Nine beautiful goddess-like women in brilliant colored dresses simper, glowering down at us as they make their descent on the bridge.
“Where is your pack?” A tall one questions in blue. “Your wild and untamed brothers?”
“What brings you to our kingdom?” Seokjin ignores her being as polite as he can, though his tone is short and curt.
“Is this your ward?” One with doe-eyes and a bright pink smock coos at me. They snicker as I introduce myself much to Prince Seokjin’s dismay.
“Yes, indeed. She is a guest of Clan Bangtan and will be treated as such.” Prince Seokjin is seeming to lose his cool with these vibrant women and I can see why. They are relentless. “If you will excuse us, we were just leaving; on our way home for dinner.”
“Careful, Lady Y/N.” One with a square jaw and short hair giggles as Seokjin takes my arm as lightly as possible, ushering me away from these strange women with haste. “Be wary of beasts such as canines!” They cackle as we rush away, returning to the carriage in a strained silence that has not happened to me since my arrival in this kingdom.
My head is dizzy and my breath is coming out in short bursts. I look at Prince Seokjin and he looks like he is absolutely seething. His aura is dark, nasty hornets shaken and enclosed in a glass container.
As we make our way home, the sun setting, casting the land in a luscious orange and yellow. The castle is far from the town, rich, thick wood surrounds the grounds, encasing the large mansion in its own halo of trees and thickets. glow I hear the call of a lonesome wolf. Fear pricks at my heart and I clutch my skirts. “Everyone keeps mentioning dogs and wolves to me, your majesty. It is frightening to me.” I open once more to the prince who looks startled across from me.
I know I can trust him, I feel it in my marrow and sinew. With my whole beating heart and fizzing brain I know I can trust Seokjin.
“Little bird.” Concern colors his tone as he gingerly places his large, warm hand over mine. “Canines, specifically wolves, is our family animal.” He taps the metal wolf on his chest. “It is our crest. Canines have been intertwined for thousands of years with the family members of Bangtan. If someone says something about dogs or wolves, they are referring to us as a form of insult.”
I nod my head. That does make sense I suppose.
“Nothing will ever harm you.” He gently squeezes my hand. “I promise you. All seven of us will do everything in our power to keep you safe.”
I say nothing but give him a wry smile in which he returns with a beautiful smile that makes my heart throb, trapped in my chest.
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I did not go to dinner. I need to apologize to her earnestly. My outburst was childish and uncalled for. Hoseok and Yoongi reprimanded me, sparing in wolf form. Though I am the bigger out of the two, they always win. Pinning my neck just so. I shall be licking my wounds, physically and emotionally, for a long while. It wasn’t right. I let my emotions win like the terror I am. I am more calm than this. I chastise myself as I emerge from the wood. But still….I cannot help the way I feel!
My mind wanders to her lashes, her voice, the way she is soft, yet powerful. She is full of potential, a most excellent queen if she only opened her eyes a little more. Does she see that we hang on her every whim? Her every desire? If only she just picks one of us…What we wouldn’t do for her…
I find her in my study an hour after dinner should have dispersed. She has fallen asleep reading a book about wolves in my favorite red velvet armchair. I give a soft snort as I stalk closer to her quietly as not to disturb her. Her chest softly rises and falls, her cheeks flushed with sleep.
Stooping down, I inhale her scent from the top of her head. Fresh elderberry and sunflower. How badly I want to mark her. How badly I want to rub my face against her neck, tilting her head back, watching her gasp, swallowing saliva down her throat, and scent her vulnerable jugular. My amber eyes lock into her flesh as her head was tilted to the side, exposing her veins. What would it feel like? To run my lips across her flesh, feeling her pulse throb, the sharp inhale of her nostrils, the moan that escapes her breathless lips…
What would it feel like to sink his sharp wolf fangs into her, feeling the life drain from her? The blood ooze from the puncture wounds, her organs fail trapped inside her withering, frail body? To see the light leave her eyes?
Enough with these thoughts.
I scoop her up swiftly as if she was but a babe or a rag-doll and take her to her room, calling upon the maid named Paisley to undress her and prepare her for slumber.
His ears prick as she stirs. “Thank you, Namjoon.” She mumbles quietly. I don’t say a word. I shed my human form once I get to the edge of the wood. I give a cry to let the others know I will not be back this eve and only Jungkook responds.
Hyung, be safe.
It is not him the brothers should be worried about. The thing they need to worry about is safe in the castle—for the night.
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In my dreams that night, I am led by seven different colored wolves to a brightly colored carousel. The wolves are all friendly, large, and each smelt rather different from each other. Their fur is soft and exquisite, I run my hands across the canines as they rub their heads against mine. In my wonder, I wish to ride them, but I refrain. Their amber eyes glow with knowledge behind them and they grin wolffish, cunning smiles, revealing their sparkling, pearly fangs. They whine and pant and yip as they lead me up to the shimmering, merry fair ride in the middle of the wood.
They each jump on the slow moving platform, following some pattern, transforming into seven men in waist jackets, complete with top hats and masquerade masks upon their faces. I can’t help but feel like I know them. They call you with their howls, beckoning me with items in their hands: books, foods, flowers, sheet music, paintings, dancing shoes, and gloves. Do I know them like this? Do I want to?
Everything echoes in this space. I suddenly feel like I am suffocating, it is hard to breathe as they try to pull me onto the platform, but I pull away. I made a mistake and I need to flee. I am in danger.
I turn to go. The wolf men growl in warning and I freeze. My blood is ice, my pulse is in my ears, and I feel the seven sets of eyes upon me like they are going to gobble me up. I am prey!
WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE. YOU ARE OURS. YOU ARE MINE! They cry in unison, an awful noise like they are wounded, shot animals.
The wolf-men lunge at me, their bodies piling on top of me, covering me as they growl and whine and snarl. Gnashing teeth and hungry claws tear me limb from limb as they pull me apart, ripping the pink muscles away under my flesh. My blood is pooling around me as I lie paralyzed in my own sticky, red mess or hair and skin, and organs.
A scream rips through my throat.
Two large, amber eyes glimmer at me from the end of my bed as a giant black wolf lays near my feet, its head slightly cocked to the side, its ears perked at attention. I faint from the frightening sight and my mind plummets back into darkness once more.
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Part Two And A Half l Part Four
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HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL
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SUPERNATURAL! BTS X DRAGON/VAMPIRE! READER
SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU
Chapter 1 (3.6k words)
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Crimson Bay.
Crimson Bay, the name of the place where I'm moving to.
Crimson Bay, where my new life is going to set roots, which is quite remote from home and family. An old boat is the only way to reach the town, and it takes around four hours from the mainland, with the wind and all that.
I stare out at the body of water around us, at the trees on each horizons, I feel the breeze sliding through my hair and against my skin, a cold bite to it that makes me glad I wore this jacket like someone recommended I do before boarding.
My short, pointy horns thrum slightly whenever some water splashes onto me, or is it because I'm getting closer to that new land? My dragon genes have been responding rather intensely to whatever is there, which I've found weird.
Could it be that I have a mate there? That would be surprising, but if fate really did have a say in my being here, then this kind of outcome would make sense. How else could I explain this?
When I was young, my mother, a vampire, went to see a seer for me. I was the only one in the family born a pure half-breed, meaning that I have equal amounts of dragon and vampire genes from my father and her, and she was worried about my future.
My older brother has our father's dragon genes while my older sister has mother's, but I have both, something that's rarely seen, if ever.
The known cases were all told to have a weak health, poor blood circulation, and some of them even died at a young age due to how fragile they were. I remember hearing my sister cry one day, fearing that the same would happen to me.
Mom and dad didn't know what that would mean for me, seeing as this could affect my entire life, but the seer had assured us that there would be nothing to worry about, as long as I moved to the Red Land, she'd called it. When I'd turn thirty, a boat would take me there, to my destiny.
It took us a long time to figure out what she'd meant by that, or where, but when we eventually stumbled upon pictures of Crimson Bay last month, when we saw the red dirt that made up more than half of the town's forest grounds, I immediately felt called to it, like my place had to be there.
The deep emerald green of the trees and plants and the colourful hues of flowers, the town's romantic streets and shops with the rustic ambiance, the people's relaxed lifestyle, it felt like I'd seen a glimpse of my future, and for a moment, I'd wondered why I wasn't there already.
My parents lost no time in packing my belongings on the eve of my birthday, and after spending one last day with my dear family, on the following morning, my brother drove me to the airport with my sister.
Eric and Solar did their best as they held in their tears while they hugged me tightly, but every strangers could see that they found it hard to say goodbye.
They were worried that I wouldn't have anyone there to look over me, that I wouldn't be able to get the regular amounts of mana and blood that my peculiar constitution requires, but dad apparently already called a clinic there, so I know that someone will be waiting for me for when I need anything.
One of the doctors working there is his old friends' son, who assured him that he would take good care of me. When I told them that piece of information, they were reassured, but still concerned. I've never been so far away on my own after all, and it feels weird to all of us.
Mana is easy to acquire, as it requires simple physical touch from a dragon, like a hand on my shoulder for example, which is how dad would do it.
It has to be a conscious decision from the other party, so it's not like I risk absorbing everyone's mana wherever I go, but since I cannot produce new mana myself, I need to receive it from someone who can produce it - like any full-fledged dragons - to remain healthy.
As for blood, the reason is similar, but I need it a lot more often, which is why I always have blood snacks and samples nearby. It keeps me from going on a blood crave, which could prove dangerous not only for me, but for those around me.
I know that mom packed some in one of my bags, but she didn't tell me which one so I haven't taken anything for... probably too long, but it should be fine. Once I make it to my new home, I can unpack and drink blood before taking it easy.
Anyway, once Eric and Solar went back home after saying goodbye, I took the plane all the way to the mainland's port where I boarded the small, rusty boat that has certainly seen better days, which is where I am now.
I sure didn't expect to be the only person going to Crimson Bay today.
"We'll be there soon, young lass. You have a lot of bags, I hope you have someone waiting for you with a car, otherwise it's going to be hard to go anywhere like that" the human captain speaks from where he's steering the vehicle, his trusty hat on his bald head and a candy stick in his mouth.
He's had it between his teeth for hours now and I can't help but wonder if it's only decoration or if it once was a candy. Still, I honestly hadn't thought about how I'd move around once we'd dock. Calling a taxi had been my first thought, but do they even have taxis there?
It's not that small of a town, so I should be fine. Right?
"I don't have anyone picking me up, if that's what you want to know" I reply as the boat begins to near the docks nearby, where a couple of men appear ready to help with docking and unloading the trade materials, "I thought I could just call a taxi?".
"You chose the only day when they're not working, lass. Taxi drivers don't take any customers on Sundays. Except me, of course, that boat won't drive itself. Do you have no other options, kiddo? Wouldn't want to leave you stranded in Crimson Bay on the first day".
Oh... well that changes things.
What do I do? I have five bags with me since my parents made me leave with all of my clothes and belongings. Moving everything onto the boat was a hassle, so I can't possibly carry all of that while walking to the house.
They bought one for me on some hills that overlooks the bay, so that would be the death of me.
Have they planned something and they just didn't tell me? That wouldn't be anything new. I should trust them for now, but I'll make sure to call them if it ends up that they didn't know about the no taxis on Sunday. What a strange rule.
"I'll have to see my options once we reach land, sir, but thank you for your concern".
The next half hour happens without a hitch, with the boat docking smoothly. It shows that the men working at the docks know what they're doing, and I can only be grateful when they help me to carry all of my bags to a clean area with seats and a warm campfire in the middle of the stone.
I thank everyone, then start warming up my hands by the fire when I sense that my body is already starting to feel weaker. Maybe I should've worn something warmer, but the temperature was hotter before I boarded the plane. I didn't know that it would be this cold around here.
The air is humid, as one would expect from a town situated right by the bay. I can't deny that I wouldn't mind being inside four walls right about now, with a blanket around my shoulders and a cup of tea in my hands. It looks like it might rain by the end of the day too.
My family would've fussed about my comfort and made sure I was somewhere dry and warm by now, but it's just me this time. Little old me, and this old little town. I'm going to have to take care of myself from now on, no matter how foreign of a concept that sounds to me.
Looking around, I take in the few shops on the other side of the street facing the docks. There's a coffee shop, a bakery and a restaurant side by side, with a souvenir shop a little further away. A few people can be seen walking around, but otherwise, it's a lot more silent than I thought.
The pictures showed Crimson Bay bustling with life, but either Sundays here are always like this, or it's the temperature that's making everyone want to stay at home for the day. I'll probably find out after a couple weeks of living here.
Man, I would've loved if my siblings were here with me. They always make things fun and less scary.
Waiting reveals itself to be useless when I soon realize that no one's going to come pick me up, and I search in my handbag looking for my phone while I see the boat leaving the docks again, with new materials that will see the other shore.
There's no going back now, so I'll just call dad to see what I could do and-
A sudden thrum echoes in my horns, and I pause my search to instead look around me again.
It feels like a wave of mana that's pushing out of me into the world, seeking something. There, it meets another wave of unknown mana that comes to greet my body and soul like an old friend, and I tense and freeze on the spot.
Like a heartbeat, it echoes all over my body, and my vampire senses open up to my surroundings on instinct, every smells around here filling my lungs in search of that special one, while my mana tickles over my skin, in search of that special pull.
I shouldn't know what it is that I'm looking for at this moment, and yet I feel like I do know.
Confused, because this is unlike anything I feel when I'm with my family - it's much stronger and intense - I look towards the black car that stops right in front of where I'm seated, breath held in as I wait to see who's inside, for every one of my senses push me in that direction.
The driver's door opens, and the smell of a forest hits me almost right away. Earthy, but there's a hidden sweetness underneath it all, and a spice to it. It has my body losing of its rigidness and tension in mere seconds, making me feel like cotton as a tall body then exits the vehicle.
Two sets of horns rest above pale temples and peeking out of black hair, white with strings of gold circling the length of the bony appendages. A dragon, there's no doubt about it, and when his coffee brown eyes fall on me, when I finally get to see his ethereal face, when our mana joins between us, I immediately turn into putty.
His scent is intoxicating, and my blood pulses in my veins with every beats of my heart, with every steps that he takes in my direction.
The pull that links me to him gains in solidity the closer he gets, and there's no looking away from the feline arch of his eyes as he looks me straight in the eyes, an intensity in his gaze that locks me where I am.
"You are... Y/N, right?".
I want to reply to him, to say that I am, to ask how he could possibly know my name, who he is, but the veins in his neck ultimately earn my attention and my brain turns silent.
I find them pumping blood so attractively underneath his skin, as if their unique goal is to captivate me, and his scent nearly has me salivating at the thought of the taste his blood would have on my tongue. My teeth would feel so cozy sinking into-
With a gasp, I quickly shake my head, hands patting my cheeks to pull the focus elsewhere, anywhere else but on that soft skin.
I can't possibly scare my mate right as we meet for the first time because my vampire side is trying to get a taste of his blood! That was part of the worst case scenarios my imagination could create, but to be so suddenly confronted to it like this was not something I was ready for.
Feeling my canines grow the slightest bit has me covering my mouth with a hand in shock, and I look down right as the impressive dragon reaches my seat, his feet and slender legs all I can see as I try to avoid making eye contact with him again.
This hadn't happened in months, what do I do? Usually, my family always knows how to help me when I reach that point, but they're not here this time. What will my mate say if he learns that I am both dragon and vampire? That I not only crave his mana, but also his blood?
His scent becomes more overwhelming the more I try to fight against my impulses, and I shut my eyes tightly as I revert to breathing between my teeth, if only to lower the impacts he's currently having on me.
My voice locks in my throat, my body starts to tremble slightly, and I inwardly curse that I can't warn him to stay away from me at such a crucial time.
Biting my own wrist would earn me maybe a few minutes, but as I am right now, I do not only want blood, I need it. To think that being near my mate could make me reach my limit so quickly, how terrifying is that? I thought I'd have time to make it home first!
"Hey, hey. You're okay, everything's okay. Look at me, sweetheart" his soothing, raspy voice speaks softly as he kneels in front of me, hands on my arms to share mana - how did he know? - but I shake my head, unable to do as he asked.
Have my eyes turned red? I can't let him see me like this when we just met, I just can't.
I feel the burn of tears in my eyes, but also the burn of my own blood as it races through my veins, seeking the new taste that lingers in front of me, within reach and yet so far away. Why is this happening now of all times?
"I'm Min Yoongi, the doctor of the local clinic, your father told you about me" the stranger says as he keeps his warm hands on my arms, to ground and to comfort me. "He told me everything I needed to know about your condition, so you don't need to hide from me, alright? I'm not scared of you".
The local... clinic? He's the doctor that dad mentioned?
My eyes open slowly, and with a hand still covering my pointy canines, I look up to find kindness in his gaze. Understanding, and empathy, but no judgement. The redness of my eyes doesn't even seem to faze him.
He hums at the sight, now knowing why I reacted the way I did.
"You didn't consume blood on the way, did you?" he asks, then sighs at my guilty shake of the head.
"That triggered your blood crave, and your dragon blood is making your impulses stronger, but you already know that, don't you?" he continues. "Can you please remove your hand from over your mouth for me?".
Spoken with so much authority, I can only listen to him at the moment, and he smiles gently when I hesitantly remove my hand to show him my two canines that poke into my bottom lip, eager to draw blood.
My identity is so uncommon that it can be stated as rare, to have one's instincts affected by two different races like this. Whether one's parents are of the same race, or of two different ones, the children will always inherit only one leading gene.
That's the norms, and what everyone expects, like my siblings. Eric inherited dad's dragon genes, and Solar mom's vampire genes. They still have both, but just like Eric isn't considered a vampire, Solar cannot be considered a dragon.
Having two leading genes means that the line that normally separates them has been dissolved, so not only do I have vampire teeth and a need for blood, I also have dragon horns and a need for mana.
Not only am I hot-blooded, I am also cold-blooded, which makes me more prone to sickness and fevers.
A lack of blood awakens my blood crave, and my dragon's side strengthens them, making it impossible for me to do anything until the need is taken care of.
My parents and siblings are usually by my side when that happens, so they can help by allowing me to feed off their wrists when it becomes too much and if we do not have blood snacks, but right now, I am all alone.
Everything's always less scary with family, but they're not by my side anymore.
My tears fall down my cheeks at that thought, and Yoongi's heart cracks open, seeing so clearly the fear in my eyes and in the wilt of my scent, roses drooping in a dying garden. He can only imagine what I must be going through right now.
Rolling up his sleeve has me tensing up all over again, and I look away when he brings his wrist closer to my lips.
"You need to drink blood, otherwise your crave will get worse. No one's watching, trust me, so please don't make things any more complicated for yourself" he implores when he sees that I'm not even considering what he's offering me, and instead opts to reveal an information that might help to convince me.
"We have a vampire mate at home, so I know what it's like to be bitten and I don't mind it one bit. His name is Jimin, and he's a very sweet mate. Sometimes twisted and cunning, but more often kind and sweet. I promise, biting won't hurt me, so drink before it gets too much for you".
I stare at him at those words, then at his wrist, now seeing there two punctures over his milky skin.
It looks recent, from a few days ago at most, so the tender wound would be easy for me to break again. The space between both canines looks similar to my own, so that wouldn't be a problem either, and it would make things less painful.
The skin pulses along his heartbeat, and my eyes zone in on the blue veins underneath, filled with that delicious blood that, I'm sure, tastes just as good as it smells. How bad is it that I want it that much? How can he be okay with that so easily?
My body begins to burn even more at the knowledge that feeding is nearly there, and I know that if I don't drink now, I will soon begin to hurt.
My family isn't overprotective of me for nothing, my constitution makes me weaker than if I'd been only a dragon or a vampire. Solar would've pushed her wrist under my teeth by force by now before cussing me out if she'd been here.
Damn it, why does this have to be the only way?
Softly, with a feeling of humiliation settled deep inside my guts, I take Yoongi's arm so his wrist nears my lips, and after one last glance at him to make sure that he's truly fine with this, I push my guilt aside to sink my teeth into his flesh.
The old wound breaks easily, and when his blood begins to pour out from around my canines, I make sure to not waste a single drop, eyes shut tight when a strong feeling of euphoria washes over me at the taste, soul relishing in every gulps that I take as if he is the best meal I was ever given until now.
It tastes like... green, if a colour had a taste. Soothing, peaceful, calming. But it's also spicy, but not the uncomfortable kind. It's a strong taste, like that of a tree with moss growing over the roots. Bitter? Not quite... it's a tinge of sweetness that makes my senses tingle pleasantly.
I count up to ten before forcing myself to pull out my teeth, and after awkwardly licking over the wound to seal it for a better healing, I slowly lets his arm fall to his side as I sink in on myself, ashamed of what I just did.
He's someone I just met, someone I barely know and who barely knows me. We might be mates, but it's still a shameful experience for me, for this isn't how I thought meeting one would go, not at all what I imagined.
Swallowing what remains of his blood in my mouth, my chin begins to wobble, and the next thing he knows, I'm bursting into tears, both of my hands back over my face to hide from everyone and everything.
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The Moon Goddess’s Chosen | Chapter 3 | MYG [M]
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*Chapter 3
*Summary: A mate connection has been made between Y/N and Alpha Min. What will Y/N's Father and Darius do now? How will Yoongi and Y/N react?
*Genre/Rating: Mature, 18+, Werewolf/Fated mates, eventual smut? 🤔🤷🏻‍♀️
*Warnings/Potential Triggers: Talks of Child Abuse, Abuse, Non-con Touching, Mistreatment, Non-con Confinement, Angst, Anxiety, Nervousness, Character Poisoning, Explicit Language, Mention of plotting Murder, Mention of Murder/Massacre, Reader is going thru it, Confrontation, Violence, Choking, Panic Attack, Possible future Smut,….more to be added in future chapters
*Disclaimer: This work was written and owned by Army93bangya and there is no consent for anyone else to post it as theirs, this story is intended for entertainment purposes only, this is a work of fantasy, seems a bit ridiculous to say but I do not own or have rights to BTS or the members and the characters in this story are a fictional interpretation of members.
*Words: 3780
*Notes: This chapter was harder to type out than the previous ones. I knew how I wanted this to go in my head but getting it out and written took me awhile. Nevertheless, I am satisfied with how it turned out and I hope you the readers can pick up on the words and emotions that are unspoken here. I have a feeling the next chapter might take me longer to get out but please be patient with me. 😊 I would love to hear thoughts after reading, it makes me very happy! As always thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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Fuck her. When you come back to yourself that's the first thought you have, being faced with the situation before you. Alpha Min is your fated mate. The alpha that massacred not one, not two, but three packs. The alpha that enlisted rogues, criminals, to aid him in his atrocious endeavors. She supposedly blessed him, giving him strength more immense than any other living alpha. Then she gave him her mage wolf, you, as his fated mate. She champions this alpha that murders, who seems to have no benevolence for innocent life among the bad. What is her vision? Whatever it is you want no part of it anymore, and yet she has once again chosen your path in life for you, she compelled you to make eye contact, commanded you to make the connection to this alpha with a force so powerful you had no choice but to oblige.
Alpha Min is standing about ten feet from you, who is just about being fully held up by Darius’s grip at this point. You loathe to admit that to you, he is the most attractive man you have ever laid eyes upon. With pale skin, eyes that seem to be able to glimpse into a person's soul, hair so dark it is almost black, and long enough to reach the nap of his neck while also framing his face. And what an exquisite face it is. What is surprising is that for a wolf who is said to be some high-powered alpha, his stature does not match up to his speculated reputation. You now understand Darius’s outburst earlier a little more now, but you of all people know that looks can be deceiving. If you yourself were to stand right in front of Alpha Min, the top of your head would probably reach slightly above his shoulders. You're supposed to be powerful as well, but you are short for a wolf and at the moment you just look and feel pitiful.
He does not acknowledge the person that greeted him. No, instead he is staring you down with an expression so blank you wonder if he has any emotions at all. What is he going to do? He knows you’re his mate now. Holy shit your father! Your father and Darius are right here too! Throwing a quick glance towards the man, your fathers body language speaks of his frustration and rage at the situation before him. His fists clenched and the look behind his eyes burning with intent to kill, although you know he won’t pull anything with so many people around to witness. You internally start to be filled with even more panic. What is your father going to do now that you have made the connection to your mate? Darius and him have both told you if you bonded, they would kill your mate. But this alpha is formidable, you can feel the power radiating off of him while you are left feeling faint from all the stress you have gone through today, the wolfsbane, the mate connection being made, it is all too much.
“You're Unwell.” Eyes growing wider you stare at his now back to normal dark brown ones as those are the first two words he utters and they’re directed at you. You can't even process what he means by his words to think of a response before Darius is answering for you. “She is fine, Alpha Min, just tired. The day has been long already and we were just about to retire back to our camp.” Fuck! Darius' arm that's almost fully holding you up looks possessive, his scent is still all over you, and now he is speaking for you. To any wolf that sees the two of you it's blatantly obvious that he is laying claim to you. At this point though you pray that this alpha does not dispute or is hopefully disgusted by this display and walks away, walks away from his fated mate, from you. You who has obviously been chosen by another, even without being marked, and you never thought you would see the day when you would be okay with Darius’s disgusting possessive nature of you. But the devil you know is better than the devil you don't know, and right now Alpha Min is definitely not someone you want to get to know. His entire aura feels threatening. The concerning part though is how Alpha Min is reacting, even with you in Darius’s arms, and his words.
Like before Alpha Min does not physically respond to Darius’s words either, which you just know is infuriating the bonehead to no end, being so disregarded has got to bruise that over-inflated ego. He just continues to gaze upon you, but there is a flicker of expression on his face, you try to decipher the best you can, but are left confused when the only thing you can come up with for that fleeting change was apprehension? Concern? You're not sure but don't have time to consider anymore, because Alpha Min, for the first time since you made eye contact with him, and a mate connection, looks away from you.
He looks away from you, then directly at Darius in a way that seems to say he has less worth than a bug underneath the alphas boot, before finally settling on your father, who has been quietly observing and assessing the situation so far. Probably trying to come up with a new plan, because there is no way in hell they thought an alpha this powerful would be your mate, even with all the stories of a mage wolf's mate being born strong enough to protect the goddesses chosen. Oh. Well now that makes sense, why the moon goddess would bless this alpha. The fact that you had yet to put together this corresponding correlation makes you feel incredibly dumb. Alpha Min's posture is relaxed and you can't help but think that it is done in an arrogant, mocking manner. To appear so unbothered being surrounded by so many who might wish you harm shows an extreme level of either confidence or ignorance, and you just know it's the former. 
“Rumors almost always have a measure of truth to them. Shall I enlighten you on some of those truths?” Holy Shit! How? How could he have known that's what was being discussed by these three, they were speaking low enough, and he had to be far enough away that even wolf hearing should not have been able to pick up on it! Darius' mouth falls open in shock surprise, Alpha Sharp takes a quick inhale of breath, and your father impressively appears undisturbed, which does not bode well. Gone is the subtle rage you were able to discern from being ‘raised’ by the man, when he presents such a passive exterior, you know that he is conspiring. Suddenly three of your fathers betas appear and position themselves around your group, ready to defend or attack at command. Alpha Min does not respond to the betas whatsoever, doesn't move or withdraw even a inch. Your father studies the younger alpha before responding. “If you wish to regale us with the truths of mindless gossip, Alpha Sharp and I shall oblige you. Darius, why don't you take Y/N back to camp now to rest?”
Darius starts to turn with you when Alpha Min's eyes transfer to him with such a sinister look you can't help the shiver that runs through your body, reminding you of your pain all over again. “Move one step and both your arms will be removed from your body before your pack betas can even think to intervene.” Five men appear and stand behind Alpha Min forming a half circle, faces serious and ready for trouble. His betas. You freeze, Darius freezes. Before anyone else can respond Alpha Min shoots a quick glance at the arm wrapped around you and then looks away from the two of you, focusing back on your father like he didn’t just issue a threat. 
“The ‘mindless’ gossip questions if I have been blessed by the goddess and born stronger than that of a normal wolf. But if the goddess truly was to bless me upon my birth would she just give me enhanced strength? Or enhanced senses as well. For example, hearing amplified enough that it is effortless for me to hear conversations and gossip better done in private.” You're stunned. In fact you think everybody on your side of this confrontation is mutely astounded. He smirks. “Or maybe even my sense of smell so heightened I could smell my mate from a half a mile away, even with her completely enveloped in your mutts scent.” He looks back at you, smirk gone, and you can definitely see the scarce worry in his eyes now. It leaves you feeling bewildered and uncomfortable. 
“While Alpha Sharp was relaying you with all the humorous stories that are being told about myself and my pack, I couldn't help but inspect my mate's appearance. What's concerning is how unwell she appears to be while you three chatter on around her outwardly unaware of her distress.” His expression turns tense while still somehow appearing calm. “I was puzzled as to why none of you seemed to notice or care about her noticeable discomfort. So I decided to come over to check on her myself.” His eyes have now turned frigid, the murderous aura radiating off him enough to have just about any wolf running for it with their tail between their legs. “Imagine my surprise when I got closer only to notice another scent coming from her. A normal wolf would not be able to pick up the scent with such a miniscule amount.” He turns his full body to your father, giving him a look promising hell on earth and retribution. “Wolfsbane. This she-wolf has wolfsbane in her system, and judging by the fact that you two seem untroubled this entire time, I can only conclude that you are both aware of the poison coursing through her.”
Silence. Utter silence with what must be shock before Alpha Sharp seems to recover and respond. “That is a serious accusation Alpha Min, One that only you can seemingly prove if you can smell the wolfsbane on her like you say you can.” Your Father immediately cuts in. “It's insulting and incredulous is what it is! Why on earth would you think that I, her father, or my successor, who is to be her chosen mate, would poison her!?” He's quite the actor, he seems considerably offended. Studying the man you can see his body is radiating stress, this day has not gone the way he was hoping and now he has to come up with a different plan immediately. The tension is permeating the area surrounding you and starting to draw attention from onlookers. 
Alpha Min turns his head back towards you and inspects your person with an intense expression. You refuse to look at him instead choosing to stare at the ground before your feet. You didn’t need to see this alpha viewing you with such pity and aversion, Or worse would be  him inspecting you like you are his property. That is about all you feel like anymore, seen as nothing but property. He must notice the attention that has been brought to this conflict, because his next words are much lower to only be heard by the wolves in his vicinity. “Some of the Min packs history is known by all. But as the last Alpha of that pack's son, I was raised learning so much history of not just the Min pack, but the Kim pack as well. History that other packs were not privy too. I know what the gifts that were given to me by the moon goddess means, know what purpose they are meant to serve.” He focuses back on your father with an amused look, like catching a petulant child in a poorly made scheme. 
“Did you honestly think her mate wouldn’t be able to tell who she is? Even without my knowledge of what she is I could tell as soon as the connection was made. You’ve been hiding her from the world Alpha Y/L/N. Which explains the wolfsbane and her current state, i'm guessing you poisoned her to keep her weak and compliant, your lackey scenting her enough to mask her scent, It's quite a clever plan but in the end proved futile.” Your mate is quite perceptive and you can't help but think that doesn’t bode well for you either. This entire situation is fucked. You look up and survey Alpha Sharp. At Alpha Min's words, he is looking at your father with confusion. As his ally and close friend, maybe he is hoping the man will enlighten him as to what the hell the younger alpha is going on about. Despite your jest about his intelligence earlier, you know that Alpha Sharp is very clever and it will not take him long for the puzzle to be put together.
“What do you want? You can not have my daughter, she has been promised to Darius and even if she wasn’t I will not allow her to leave my pack. So we will have to come to some other arrangement.” Astonished. You are utterly astonished that your father has now sunk to bargaining with this alpha. Your mind racing, you begin to ponder what could possibly be going through his head right now. He must be desperate in his desire to keep your abilities to himself. After analyzing your father for a long moment, Alpha Min finally opens his mouth to respond. “Other than my mate you have nothing that I could possibly want. And you are going to give her to me, Otherwise it would be quite unfortunate for you to have your secret come out here. With so many packs gathered I can not begin to imagine how they would take hearing such deception all together, what actions would arise from such treachery. My only internal conflict is would I stand by and watch the brutal justice that would most likely ensue, or partake in the execution that I am sure would be quite creative. As for your lapdog, I find that he is too ignorant and would be an inadequate mate for someone such as her. A very poor choice on your part.”
The scene that unfolds before you has you on the verge of passing out, whether it be from terror or your current condition finally taking its toll is undetermined. Darius for the first time since you got to this clearing releases you from his hold causing you to drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes, and begins to charge at Alpha Min. The betas all move to respond, but it is the Bangtan pack betas that advance quicker. Three of the unknown men have your fathers betas on the ground pinned at the same moment like it was some synchronized dance they practiced for months. Another of your fated mates betas has made the decision to progress to you. Kneeling himself behind you, he then gently lifts you into a sitting position, taking your weight and cradling you in a protective way. Utterly alarmed you begin to attempt to move away but he shushes you in a comforting manner before whispering in your ear. “It is okay Luna, we will get you out of here and seen by a healer soon. Just rest.” What the hell did he just call you!?! Hearing that title directed at you from this betas lips has left you completely dumbstruck causing you to cease any half-assed attempt to flee.
A hair-raising growl rings out, drawing your attention away from the beta that is basically back hugging you, to the scene developing a few paces in front of you. Alpha Min has Darius lifted in the air with a hand around his throat, his last remaining beta positioned in a defensive stance between his leader and the two remaining alphas. But both Alpha Sharp and your father are motionless as if they have been paralyzed. It is an inconceivable thing to behold that would make you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind, if not for the shock that has seemed to grip everyone. Alpha Min, who is perhaps four inches shorter and weighing maybe thirty-five to forty pounds less than Darius, has his arm locked and raised completely above his head with your fathers chosen heir in his grasp. His wolf side has come forth through his eyes again and a fierce look on his face promising suffering to the man he is depriving of oxygen. 
Darius has both hands at work between gripping the hand attached to his neck trying to pry it off and slapping at the alphas arm attempting to break the hold. He has panic in his eyes and you wonder if this alpha, your fated mate, is about to kill him in front of all these packs. But Darius changes his efforts realizing due to the height difference just how close he is to the alphas body that has him hoisted in the air. He draws his right leg back with the intent to drive it into Alpha Min’s body, hopefully landing a blow that will cause the alpha to release him. But the now proven blessed alpha is quicker, right when Darius’s leg is drawn back as far as it can go and before he can propel it forward, Alpha Min swings his body and the arm that he is using to restrain Darius and launches him toward your father. 
Darius lands right at your fathers' feet and begins coughing with quick attempted inhales while clutching his neck. The man that has done his part in tormenting you for the last few years is curled on the ground looking as pitiful as he always tried to make you feel. Your father is glaring at Alpha Min with a look full of hatred. The younger alpha composes himself and looks to you in the arms of his beta before examining the rest of the situation at hand. At his nod the three betas that have been subduing your fathers' wolves release them and immediately two of them come over to guard you while the third joins the beta at his alphas side and resumes a defensive position. Alpha Sharp has disappeared from the area, probably to find his betas. You didn't think he would be one to abandon his closest ally and friend, but then again if he has figured out the implications of Alpha Min's words you do not know how he will take your fathers deception.
Your father has been bested and he knows it. If he tries to object to your mate taking you he will be outed and most likely killed with his head spiked onto a piece of wood from one of the many piles in the clearing. If he engages in a fight with the Bangtan pack there is no guarantee that he would come out victorious, in-fact with the display the younger alpha and three of his betas just demonstrated you father has no chance if he attacks head on. Not to mention in the midst of a mate gathering, spilling blood or killing will get your pack banned from future gatherings which would be detrimental to the pack. As it is right now, this skirmish can be concealed as two wolves disputing over a mate, which is not uncommon at gatherings and a believable excuse.  You see the moment your fathers expression changes to a beaten frustration, resigning himself to the inevitable outcome.  
You know that this isn't the end of it, your father will not go quietly and accept defeat so easily. He is probably currently fuming with rage over everything that has occurred this day. Your mate finding you and it being none other than the blessed Alpha Min Yoongi. Not being able to manipulate the situation and turn it in his favor, which he is an expert at. The embarrassment he is probably feeling over Darius’s failed attack and that he was defeated so easily. No, your father is going to yield and comply today so that he can regroup, come up with a sinister plan he can execute in the shadows, and be able to get away with. All of this deductive reasoning brings you to a horrifying realization, your father is going to let Alpha Min take you. He is going to take you and there is nothing that you can do to stop it, too weak to fight back and you hardly think he is the type to listen to you if you verbally refuse. 
The new wave of panic you feel is too much, you're breathing harder now. Ears ringing and your vision going in and out of focus, you know you are very close to passing out. It is all too much, you can't hold on for much longer. You feel arms tighten on you a fraction before you are being lifted with an arm around your back and another under your knees. You hear the beta carrying you, the one that named you his luna, call out to his alpha. Alpha Min has been staring down your father looking for the cue that there will be no further intervention from him or his pathetic protege, who is just now sitting up from the fetal position he was in. Upon hearing his beta, he glances to see you in the man's arms struggling to remain conscious.
“I’ve got her Jimin, we need to get her back to camp quickly and have the healer take a look at her.” Those are the words that you hear but it all sounds hazy, like you are underwater and there is a loud boom coming from above. You feel slightly jostled as you are being transferred from one pair of arms into another. Oh. These arms smell nice. In your unaware state, you find yourself shifting your head to bury your face where the scent is strongest. Nose pressed directly against skin, you inhale and begin to feel your entire body relax as it sinks further into the depths of a comatose like state. It smells like comfort, like settling into a warm comfy bed after a long day. It is utter relief. The last thing your senses pick up on before you are plunged completely under is a rumbling coming from the soothing scent, and you think it means contentment.
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btschooseafic · 2 months
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Hii can you pls help find an ot7x reader fanfic. Human reader, Jimin is a vampire, Jin and Jungkook wolfs I don't remember the others. I remember there is a scene where the reader and Jimin are in separate beds recovering (?) and in that same chapter she has sex with both Jimin and Jungkook. I think the reader was bitten by another character and they give her something that makes her have high stamina
Hi anon!
Anybody heard of this one?
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dollystuartwrites · 2 years
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THE BANGTAN ALPHA
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To the person who requested this short story, thank you! I hope it's to your liking!
All kinks in this story have been requested and I've obeyed.
Pairing: Alpha!KimNamjoon x Omega!f!reader
Genre: fluff, smut (like mostly), strangers to lovers, werewolf AU, soulmate AU, Omegaverse
Wordcount: 9215
Summary: Desperate for a mate you beg your parents to attend the Bangtan Gathering in hopes of finding one. Never did you expect to run into the Alpha of Alpha’s: Kim Namjoon of the Bangtan Clan…
Warnings: God there are so many I will probably forget some sorry - swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, knotting, breeding kink, virgin reader, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, fingering, size kink, oral (f receiving), a LOT of dirty talk, pregnancy/impregnation kink, possessive!Namjoon, praising, mating, marking
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'What's wrong dear?' mom asked you.
'Nothing,' you lied as you quickly put your phone away.
Mom pressed her lips together and sighed.
'You saw Nabi's photo right?' she asked you. You knew there was no use lying. She could smell the sadness on you anyways.  
'She's having twins,' you said jealous, your throat feeling like a lump had gotten stuck in it.
Mom got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around you in a comforting hug as you tried to hold back the tears.
'Your time will come,' she said soothingly. But her words didn't do anything for you.
Anytime you checked your social media feed there was always someone  posting about how they finally got mated, or how they were with pups.  You were sure you were the last one in your age group in your city to  not have been mated.
'I doubt it,' you scoffed, trying hard to blink away the tears.
'Come on honey, I'm sure you will find your mate soon,' Mom said petting your hair as a way of comfort.
'What is she crying about this time?' your youngest brother growled as he walked into the dining room.
Your emotions got the better of you and you jumped up in rage.
'You have no idea what it's like being an omega! How hard it is!' you spat at him, your eyes filling with angry tears.
'Nope, I don't,' your brother simply shrugged, not caring at all.
Even though you were the oldest and only daughter of your family, all  your younger brothers were born either Beta's or Delta's, which caused  quite some friction between your family most of the time. You were the  only Omega. And it sucked.
'Do you know what it's like seeing all your friends being mated or  having their first pups? Have to watch their happy family pictures?  Their new lives of freedom and love with their new packs? While I'm  still fucking stuck here with 8 dimwits younger brothers who still  somehow managed to be born Delta's or Beta's?!' you cried.
'Jeez are you in heat or something?' your youngest brother rolled his eyes at you.
You snapped.
The wolf inside you broke out and you instantly shifted, baring your teeth and charing at your youngest brother.
But your paws had barely touched the ground when another large grey  wolf appeared in front of you. He growled. You skidded and came to a  halt.
Your father, in his grey wolf form, stared you down angrily. You knew you had gone too far. Your  tail instantly sagged between your legs and you lay down on the ground  on your belly, averting your eyes and showing my submission.
Dad growled at you. It was clear, "we will talk about your punishment later" growl.
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After being verbally smacked around the ears by your Alpha father and  washing up, you went up to your bedroom, emotionally exhausted and  ready for bed.
But when you passed your parent's bedroom you heard something that piqued your interest. You stopped and listened.
'But don't you understand dear? She's lonely! She feels left out.  She's been of age for years and she still hasn't found a mate. How would  you feel if you had to go to your heat alone every time, for years on  end, with 8 brothers beneath you?' your mom spoke to your dad.
'I get that it's awkward for her, and I get that's she's having a  hard time. But I can't let her shift and charge at her brother and get  away with it,' dad objected.
'Oh, bullshit. You let the boys fight each other all the time without interference or punishment,' Mom said annoyed.
'That's because they're boys and Delta's and Beta's. We can't have  our Omega daughter be known as someone who attacks Delta's or Beta's,  even if they're her brothers and even if they deserve it, and even if  she's older than them. I mean, who would want to mate her if they'd know  she was this defiant?' dad explained.
Mom sighed.
'Fine, but I think it's time we send her to a gathering again,' she said after a short silence.
Your heart started to hammer in your chest at her words.
This time it was your dad's turn to sigh.
'Honey we've talked about this. She's been to thirteen gatherings in  the past year. Thirteen! And still no mate! We won't be doing her a  favor by sending her out again and having her come back unmated again. It'll only be discouraging,' dad sighed.
'But what if she doesn't come back unmated?' mom pleaded.
Dad scoffed. 'Honey, there aren't any new gatherings left for her to go to. She's been to all of them this year,'
'Well,' mom said slowly.
You were holding your breath. It sounded like your mom was finally  going to ask permission for the favor you had asked her about a few  weeks back.
'There is one... that she hasn't been to...' mom said carefully.
'If you're talking about the Bangtan gathering, forget it,' Dad said sharply.
Your muscles tensed up at his words.
'But honey,' mom started, but dad interrupted her.
'No. No, I won't allow it. I won't let my daughter go to a gathering  with a pack that has seven Alphas in it. Seven Alphas!? Unmated too! How  is that even legal? How have they not torn each other to shreds yet?  No. No, it's far too dangerous. I will not let my daughter be mated with  a man who is part of a pack with 6 other Alphas,' dad refused.
Your heart sank. It had been your last chance. Your last hope...
But now...
'Oh bullshit,' your mother said suddenly fierce.
Your ears instantly perked up.
'Excuse me?' dad said in his most Alpha tone.
'Bullshit!' mom repeated. 'Bullshit that it's too dangerous. If Y/n  would be safe anywhere it is in a pack with seven alpha's who can all  protect her and have a true mate of their own. The only reason you don't  want it is because it'll mean you'll have to deal with not one but  seven Alphas,' mom hissed. 'And how is that different from all the other  gatherings she's been to before? There were at least 50 Alphas at each  one of them,'
Dad growled annoyed.
'My dear, just let her go. Give her this one last chance to find her  mate before she has to wait for another year again,' your mom pleaded.
'But what if she comes back unmated again?' your dad's voice was soft now. Concerned. 'Will she be able to handle the disappointment?'
'Not letting her go will leave her unmated either way. What's the difference?' mom said irritated.
'I just don't want my girl to get hurt,' dad sighed.
'I won't' you blurted out. The words had been spoken before you could  stop them. You threw all care out of the window and went for it,  opening the door and stepping inside their room, trying to look as  strong as you could.
'I won't get hurt if I come back unmated. At least then I'd have  tried everything right? Then waiting another year wouldn't be too bad,  it might even be easier,' you lied.
Dad bit his lip. 'I don't know dear,' he hesitated.
'Please dad?' you begged him.
Dad's eyes went from you to your mother and back again. There was clear doubt in his eyes.
Then he sighed again.
'Fine. You can go to the Bangtan gathering,' he said defeated by his own Omega and Omega daughter.
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The gathering was  similar to human mixers. Wolves of all ranks from all over the country  would go there to find their mates. With human mixers, one would often  go to a restaurant to eat and talk with each other. It would only last  one day or evening and would often support small groups. Wolf gatherings  however often consisted of 25 to 100 wolves which would gather at a  completely rented out hotel. It would start around noon and all of the  wolves would meet in the conference room. Most would dress up as nicely  as they could, for who would know if you'd actually find your lifemate.  Some people would just be there to find someone to spend their next heat  or rut with. Others would find their mate. And for those, the stay at  the hotel would sometimes last up to a week...
It was quite a drive  from your home to the hotel where the gathering would take place. When  you arrived most of the hallway was full of other Omega's. Alpha's  always had to arrive a day before and would be confined to their top  floor rooms to make sure no fights would break out. Omegas would arrive  the day after early in the morning and would only go up to their rooms  to dump their luggage and get themselves ready before going in that  noon.
You could count at least 43 Omega's in the lobby. All of them looked quite a bit younger than you...
And what was it with  their appearances? How could they all look like supermodels? With long  legs, shapely hips and bosoms, and big eyes.
You felt uncomfortable next to them. They looked like their bodies were designed to catch.
And then there was you.
Small, thin, and with few roundings in either the back or the front.
"It's all about the scent, not about the looks" you tried to assure yourself nervously.
'Aren't you Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan?' a voice suddenly asked you.
You turned around to see a tall girl squinting down at you.
'Eh,' you said, not sure how to reply.
'You have seven younger brothers right?' she continued.
'Right,' you nodded, feeling a bit agitated that she seemed to know me though you didn't know her.
'Ah. Yes, I thought I  recognized you. You were in my older sister's class, Soo-jin is her  name. I thought you would've been mated by now since my sister has been  mated for years already,' the girl said carelessly.
'Good for her,' you said trying to sound nice as her words felt like a dagger in you.
'Yes, she's currently on her second catch of twins you know,' the girl said proudly.
You tried to smile but  it came out more like a grimace. Having twins was one of the most  admirable and enviable things in our society as it showed fertility and a  strong bloodline.  
'Anyway, why haven't you  mated yet? Just didn't find the right one or did  you hold out for the  Bangtan pack?' she continued shamelessly.
'Hold out...?' you puffed incredulously.
'Honestly, you wouldn't  be the first one to do so. I've heard loads of girls not going to other  gatherings because they were desperate to get mated with one of the  Bangtan pack. Of course, I'm not one of them.' She said quickly flicking  her hair over her shoulder.
'Why are they desperate  to get mated to the Bangtan pack?' you asked surprised. You knew the  Bangtang gathering was one of the most popular and well-visited ones of  the year, but you didn't know about the popularity of the Bangtan pack  itself.
The girl laughed.
'Uhm duh, because  they're all hot as fuck, they're all rich as fuck, and they're all  Alphas. Of course the Alpha of the Alpha's, Kim Namjoon, is the most  wanted,' the girl said fluttering her long eyelashes. 'And if you  gotta believe the stories of the girl they share their ruts with,' the  girl shook her head and whistled between her teeth before smiling  lustfully. 'Those stories are almost enough to start your heat,'
'So none of them are mated yet?' You asked surprised. Surely you had expected them when being so popular to be mated already.  
The girl shook her head, her eyes glinting.
'Nope, it is said they  only hold these gatherings to find girls to share their ruts with. Some  say they don't want to be mated at all. But imagine, what if they  suddenly realize they're your mate?! Imagine being so lucky as to carry  their pups,' she said sighing deeply, her cheeks flushing slightly.
'Who are you talking about?' Another girl asked catching the end of your conversation.
'Bangtan pack,' the first girl said dreamily.
'Oh my god, yes! You  know I skipped most gatherings to go to this one. Imagine being mated to  Jimin!' The second girl exclaimed lustfully.
'Jimin? I'd rather have Taehyung, I've heard his voice sounds like a lion growling,' another girl said sighing deeply.
More and more girls started joining in the conversation.
They were talking about  the Bangtan Pack as if they were some kind of celebrity group. And  apparently, they kind of were to young Omegas.
The name I heard most  was that of Kim Namjoon. He was supposed to be the Alpha of the Alpha  group. He was also the tallest and according to some the hottest. But  that was very much a point of debate.
You felt overwhelmed. It  was clear to you now why the Bangtan gathering was so incredibly  popular. You could imagine the Omegas being drawn in by the allure of  the famous Bangtan-All-Alphas pack. This in turn would draw in many  other Alphas as well, wanting a piece of the action.
But honestly, you didn't  care much for the Bangtan pack in particular. It was interesting how  they could manage to be an all-Alphas pack without killing each other,  you had to admit that. But the way the girls talked about them made  it clear to you that none of them stood a chance since all they were  interested in were rut mates.
You did think it  interesting to hear how much knowledge the girls had of the Bangtan pack  even though none of them had ever met them. And the rumors that were  going around... They were... spicy to say the least.
But you were just here  in desperate want for a mate. And you were determined not to spend  another agonizing heat alone nor another year of having to swipe through  pictures of happily mated couples with their families.
Even though you knew very well that you couldn't just choose your mate.
It either happened...
Or it didn't...
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While you were getting ready in your room, the Bangtan pack was eagerly waiting together in their room.
Hoseok stuck his nose in the air and took a deep breath.
'Hmm I can smell them from here,' he said eagerly. The smell of the Omegas down in the hall was exciting to them.
'Bet I'll have one at my feet within 20 minutes,' Junkook said pacing up and down the floor.
'I was thinking of trying to get two at once this time,' Jimin said excitedly.
'Calm down boys,'  the leader Alpha commanded. They all scowled but  did as their leader said. 'If you continue talking like that you might  incite your own rut,' Namjoon stated.
'I just hope to find my mate,' Taehyung said softly as he stared out of the window. All boys laughed at him.
'What?! Just because you're all in it for the sex doesn't mean I have  to be. I just feel like I'm ready to settle down you know. Mate an  Omega, have some pups. Five would be nice,' he said staring dreamily  into the distance.
Namjoon scoffed, as did the other guys. None of them had an ounce of  romance in their bodies. Especially the leader Namjoon. Because he was a  rare dominant Alpha, most Omegas would instantly swoon at the scent of  him. It wasn't unusual that simply his presence was enough to incite an  Omegas heat. It was easy for him to get any girl he wanted, whenever he  wanted it. And he loved it. Even though he had a breeding and daddy  kink, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a dad yet. Or ever for that  matter.
Namjoon checked his watch.
'They'll almost be going in, guys. Remember, we will be going in  later to give all of them a fair shot to get mated first before we,'  Namjoon didn't get to finish his sentence as Yoongi interrupted him.
'Before we come in and make them soak their panties with slick and heat?' Yoongi grinned.
'Yoongi,' Namjoon said in a reprimanding tone, but he grinned too.
'Remember the other rules guys,' Namjoon continued in a more serious tone.
'No taking Omegas in their heat,' Jimin said rolling his eyes.
'Getting out as soon as we feel a rut coming,' Jin called out the second rule.
'No knotting unless you're mated,' Yoongi scowled.
'Make sure to ask for consent and check if they're on birth control,' Jungkook said pointedly.
Namjoon nodded at his pack.
Meanwhile, you had arrived in the conference room. You had decided to  wear a black satin slip-on dress, which you hoped would be a slip-off  dress by the end of the night...
You had also worn your hair up, a tip from your mom as to expose your scent glands as much as possible.
Alphas had finally started arriving and you could instantly see some  of them find their mates within seconds. You had seen it happen so many  times.
They would enter the room with their noses in the air. Sniffing out  the alluring scent they had noticed and following it straight to the  Omega. They would smile broadly at each other as they found each other  and after a short introduction, they would be off, back to their hotel  rooms together...
But this only happened to at most a quarter of the wolfs attending.  Most wouldn't find their mate and instead would simply mingle, hoping to  find a rut or heat mate or sometimes just to make some new friends.
You kept yourself apart from the talking and laughing groups of  people. Hoping anxiously that it would help to keep your scent as pure  as possible so that, if your possible mate was here, they couldn't miss  it.
As the time ticked by and no more new people seemed to be entering  the room, you grew hopeless again. More and more couples were leaving,  either as mates or as friends.
You could feel the pain in your heart grow deeper and deeper as you  stared out of the window at the sun getting lower and lower. It seemed  like another failed gathering. Which would mean another year of  agonizing heats, and hearing families talk proudly about their new  catch.
Tears started to well up in your eyes as the hopelessness consumed you.
But a sudden chatter drew your attention and you turned around curiously.
'I heard they'll be coming down now,' a girl said.
'Finally! What took them so long? It's been hours,' another girl said.
And indeed the Bangtan pack was on its way down. All seven of them  ran down the stairs, whooping and yelling, getting themselves riled up  for the hunt they were about to undertake.
Namjoon could feel his wolf being awakened as the strong smell of a  room full of Omegas entered his nostrils. It excited him. It excited all  of them.
And suddenly he smelt it.
I very peculiar and hypnotizing scent set his wolf on high alert. He  could feel a tingle down his spine as he ran to the door of the  conference room, followed by his shouting and laughing companions.
All seven of them burst into the room excitedly and many Omega's  started screaming as if they were fangirls watching their favorite  celebrities pass by.
Suddenly you caught a strong whiff of a scent that seemed to light a  fire in your lower belly. But before you could react to it, or before  you could stand on your tiptoes to see what you expected to be the  Bangtan pack bursting in, a man stepped in front of you. He was small  and wore a crinkled suit.
'Hi, I'm Jack,' he said friendly. His scent somehow seemed off and it was clear to you that he wasn't an Alpha, nor your mate.
'Hi,' you spoke warily, not actually wanting to make conversation as  you were sure he wasn't your mate. Besides, that scent... Not his, but  another scent... the one that, it that fire in you.
Namjoons mind was racing as he followed his nose to that hypnotizing  scent. His wolf was screaming at him to follow it and he was curious to  see where it would lead him. Never before had he smelled something so...  alluring.
He passed a few tables when...
There it was, the source of the smell.
He could see a small thin girl in a black satin slip-on dress, with  her hair in a casual low bun. Her neck beautiful pale neck was  exposed...
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
A princess, a goddess an angel.
For a second Namjoon imagined himself walking over to her, taking her  into his arms and digging his teeth into her neck deeply, marking her.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
What the hell was he thinking?
Then suddenly he noticed the man that was talking to her. Clearly a Delta. He was holding his hand out for her to shake.
Namjoon could see the clear doubt in her eyes, your eyes. The wolf in  him instantly woke again. It roared angrily. How dared that man touch  his Omega? How dare he make you feel uncomfortable?
The frenzy overtook him and he charged, growling loudly. All of the  other Alpha's in his pack instantly noticed and stopped what they were  doing. Within seconds they had sped over, but it was already too late.
Namjoon was sitting on top of the Delta he had toppled over, punching  him in the face with all his might. It took all six of the other Alphas  in his pack to pull him off.
'NAMJOON!' Yoongi called at him. 'Namjoon!' he repeated, this time  slapping Namjoon in the face. Namjoon who was just seconds ago all arms  and legs trying his hardest to get loose from the grip of his pack  members, desperate to hurt the Delta more, was now turned to Yoongi.
'NAMJOON CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!' Yoongi growled at  him. The wolf in Namjoon was still on high alert, but Yoongi's voice  pulled him slightly back to earth.
Namjoon looked at the bleeding Delta on the ground. He stopped struggling and the six-pack members let go of him.
'GET OUT!' Namjoon growled at the bleeding Delta. The Delta was all too happy to instantly leave the room.
'Where is she?' Namjoon muttered more to himself, his jaws still  clenched in anger. He spun around wildly as his friends were still on  high alert, ready to grab Namjoon again immediately if needed.
But then he spotted you. You had cowered back into the corner of the  nearest windowsill. If you had been in wolf form, your tail would've  been between your legs and your ears flat against your head. But you  were still human, which meant you were simply trembling on your feet,  praying your knees wouldn't give out.
As soon as Namjoon spotted you his wolf calmed down. You were unharmed and untouched.
He took a few steps closer to you. The scent that had lit the fire in  your lower parts was growing stronger. It was clear now it was coming  from him. The Alpha of the Alpha pack.
But you were too scared.
You pressed your back against the cold glass wall as you watched the tall, broad, and muscled man inch closer to you.
Finally, your knees gave out and you sank down, your wolf making you whimper in submission.
Namjoons heart melted as he watched you cower and whimper in the corner.
'Are you okay baby?'  he spoke in his husky low voice. Your scent  intoxicated him and he wanted nothing more than to take your shivering  silhouette into his arms.
The use of the pet name and his soft words took you by surprise.  Still trembling like a chihuahua you slowly nodded in response.
Namjoon stuck out his hand to you.
'Let me help you up,' he said softly. The sound of his voice was so  mesmerizing. You weren't sure if it was his voice alone, or his  intoxicating scent, or maybe just the fact that he was a dominant Alpha,  but you couldn't help but obey him.
You didn't even care that him touching you like that would make him  scent you. You wanted him to scent you. You wanted to drown in the smell  of him.
Carefully Namjoon helped you up.  
'You're shivering' he stated worriedly. He quickly took off his jacket and put it around your bare shoulders. 'There,'
In the background, the six other pack members exchanged incredulous  looks with each other. Had it really happened? To their leader even. Or  was this a new weird tactic Namjoon hadn't told them about to lure in  Omegas?
You looked around you. The whole of the conference room was looking  at you and Namjoon breathlessly. You felt embarrassed and scared, unsure  of what the hell had just happened, and still with that sizzling fire  in you.
Namjoon noticed the change in your mood and looked up too. He too noticed all attendees staring at the two of you.
'Let's get some fresh air for a bit,' he quickly whispered into your  ear. The proximity of his nose to your neck made his chest swell up and  there was a second in which he had to fight the insane urge of marking  you again.
The feeling of his hot breath on your ear and the scent of him made  you unable to refuse him. Meekly you followed him as he guided you to  the exit.
XXXXXXXXXX
Once outside Namjoon took you into the hotel gardens.
The fresh air and scent of the trees and earth helped you calm down a  lot. However, the scent of him so close next to you, his jacket around  your shoulders drenched in it...
While the panic was subsiding the fire in you started to rise slowly.
'Let's sit here,' Namjoon said, gesturing to a nearby bench.
You obeyed and he came to sit down next to you.
You didn't dare to make eye contact, let alone look at him, so you looked at your feet instead.
'What's your name?' Namjoon asked huskily. His voice wasn't helping the fire die down either...
'Lee Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan,' You answered.
'Hmm,' Namjoon sounded, his chest rumbling so deep that the bench seemed to vibrate beneath you.
'I'm Kim Namjoon from the Bangtan pack,' Namjoon introduced himself politely.
'I know,' you whispered. It had been clear to you from the moment he  had walked in. His dominant Alpha aura and his scent were impossible to  miss. The description the girls had given of him this morning had been  accurate. To you, he indeed was the most handsome one in the pack.
For the first time in his life, Namjoon felt awkward. Your scent was  so overwhelming to him now that you two were alone. The wolf inside him  was screaming, crying, and clawing at him to hold you, touch you, kiss  you, mark you, mate you...
But the sensation of it all had been so unexpected. Unwanted even. He was confused and in denial.
'So erm,' Namjoon started, unsure of where he was going with his sentence but desperate to keep talking to distract his wolf.
'So erm, what were you here for?' He asked. He wanted to punch  himself in the face. Why on earth would anyone ask that? An Omega was at  a gathering for only two reasons: find a mate or find a heat partner.
While cursing himself out silently he heard your soft voice answer.
'I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?' he apologized.
You mumbled your answer again.
Your mumbling warmed his heart. It sounded cute and shy.
'You gotta speak up baby,' Namjoon said and unable to help himself he  put his finger under your chin and directed your face to look at him.
Looking at you from up close made his heart skip a beat. Your soft  skin, your perfectly shaped eyes, nose, and mouth. He wanted to look at  that face for the rest of the time. To plant kisses on those pink cheeks  and rose lips...
'I'm looking for a mate,' you admitted breathlessly. His stunning  face silenced you. His dark almond eyes,  his rounded cheeks, full  soft-looking lips. You could feel the heat rising in you. This was bad.  Very very bad. You shouldn't be having your heat right now. You had  already been through one recently so it was extremely off-cycle.
Your words made Namjoon freeze, his finger still underneath your chin. His wolf was still clawing at him. He  could smell it now. Your heat firing up. The slick that had formed  between your legs. His wolf roared. He wanted to mate your right now.  Dig his teeth into your neck. Thrust his cock into you, knot you, and  unload himself over and over into you, until you'd catch.
His pants had become far too tight around his dick, which had grown  into a fullfledged raging boner. His wolf roared louder and louder.
But he had locked his muscles in place. Frozen. Trying desperately to  get a grip on the situation while your words echoed in his head:
"I'm looking for a mate,"
Namjoons wolf answered.
"You've found him,"
But Namjoon kept his jaws locked as he stared into your eyes.
And you stared back into his.
Meanwhile, you were falling deeper and deeper into your heat as you looked at him, smelled him.
Suddenly blind panic overtook Namjoon's mind.
'Good luck. Go straight back to your room,' he heard himself speak.  His fingers slipped away from under your chin as he turned his back onto  you.
Even though your heat was begging you to jump his bones, Namjoon's  Alpha order weighed stronger than anything, causing you to stand up on  wobbly legs. You could feel your drenched panties stick to your burning  crotch while your legs moved on their own, walking you back to the  hotel, leaving a heaving Namjoon behind.
As the distance between the two of you grew, Namjoon's mind started  to become a little clearer. But instead of feeling better, as he had  expected he only started to feel worse. The smell of you lessened and  his wolf started crying and whimpering loudly for it.
You had disappeared out of his sight and entered the lobby. Your legs  barely able to carry you but still executing the Alpha's order. As the  elevator doors closed and you pressed the button it felt like your  insides shattered. Your legs finally gave out as you dropped to the  floor. The only thing you could think of was Namjoon's face. His scent  that you were still carrying around your shoulders. But he was far away  now. Too far away. And for some reason, it hurt.
And it hurt him too. It felt as if when you left him, a piece of his  soul got ripped away from him. He felt incomplete. Empty. Agonizing.
Then he heard it. Even though soft and far away, he could hear your broken-hearted sobs in the elevator as it went up.
He snapped. Fuck not being ready for being a dad, he was ready. More  than ready. Completely and utterly ready to tie himself down forever. As  long as it was with you.
He had lied to himself. He could never send you away. Never leave your side. Never be without you.
Namjoon flew up, and raced into the hotel, running to the stairs as  he followed your scent and sobs up as you went up in the elevator. He  needed you. He needed to be with you. Needed your scent, your touch,  your everything.
Panting he ran up the stairs until he finally heard the ding that  notified him of the arrival of the elevator. He kicked open the door  that led to the hallway and immediately noticed you on the floor in the  elevator, which doors were opened.
Within seconds he was next to you, throwing all care completely out  of the window and scooping you up from the ground into his strong arms.
'I'm sorry. I got you now baby. I'm sorry. I got you. I got you  baby,' he coed into your ear as he pressed you close against his body.
You looked up into his dark and beautiful eyes. It was clear now. He was your mate.
And you were his.
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As Namjoon carried you to his room, you could feel his chest heaving as his breath got heavier and heavier.Not because carrying you  took him a lot of effort, as he had carried grocery bags that had felt  heavier than you. No, it was because of what you did to him. What your  scent did to him. What your touch did to him.
There was no way he  could hide the ever-growing massive boner in his pants. Nor could you  hide your heat rising inside of you. Your panties getting drenched in  your wet slick.By the time the both of  you arrived in his room, your eyes were only half-open, your throat was  dry and your cheeks were flushed. Namjoon softly placed you on the bed, but when he tried to get up you grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him bend over you.'Don't leave,' you whispered, your voice slightly raspy. 'If I don't lock myself  in the bathroom I will mate you,' Namjoon growled with clenched teeth,  fighting hard to keep his wolf down.
'I want you to,' you breathed.Namjoons fingers curled.'You're in heat, you don't know what you're doing,' he said, gritting his teeth.'I do,' You mewed.'You don't even know me,' Namjoon tried one last time, only barely able to hold back now. 'Namjoon, mate me,' you purred, clenching the front of his shirt between your fingers.
Your words broke him. There was no way he could ever hold back now. No way he could hold any of it in.
He roared as he dove on  top of you, planting kisses on every piece of bare skin he could find.  You tangled your fingers into his hair as he licked every inch of you.
He pulled down the top  of your dress, exposing your braless breasts. Namjoon groaned in agony  at the sight of them. His large hands could easily cup your breast  entirely and he tugged, twisted, and softly bit into your nipples. The  feeling of it drove you insane.
'God your tits are so  perfect,' he growled in your ear. You could feel him grinding his  clothed hips into your side as he sucked on your nipples. You let out a  long and high-pitched moan which made Namjoon's member twitch. He used his free hand to find the hem of your dress, pulling it up and starting to massage your inner tighs.Namjoon pulled his mouth  from your nipple and smashed his lips into yours. His lips felt soft,  warm, and wet. His sweet taste was almost addictive.
He parted his lips slightly more and let his tongue glide over your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to let him in.
Your tongues intertwined and the taste of him made electricity shoot through your body.
'Oh baby,' Namjoon groaned as he felt you twitch underneath him.He let his hand slide up in between your tighs, dragging a finger over your soaked panties.'You're such a good girl. All wet for me,' he hummed in your ear. Good shivers went down your spine.
'Hmm, you like that don't you baby? You like it when daddy talks dirty to you?' his low voice tickled your ear.'Yes,' you moaned.'Yes, what?' Namjoon growled as he softly pinched your clit. You moaned in ecstasy.'Yes daddy,' you purred.'That's my baby,' he said licking the soft spot beneath your ear. Namjoon suddenly tugged harshly at your panties, pulling them down in one movement and throwing them on the ground. 'You want daddy to satisfy his baby girl?' he whispered, kissing you again.'Please daddy,' you  groaned onto his lips. You could feel his lips twist into a smile as he  kissed you deeply before breaking the kiss and crawling down, between  your legs.
You could feel his tongue lick from your slit to your pearl.'You're slick is so  fucking sweet,' Namjoon groaned. The hot air of his words caressed your  clit and made you squirm even more. He wrapped his lips around your bud  and started flicking into it with his tongue and sucking it.
You were completely in  ecstasy. The scent of him completely surrounding you, his hands roaming  over your body, his tongue playing with your most sensitive spot.
You could feel your pussy clench around nothing and knew you needed more.'Namjoon please,' you moaned.'What is it baby?' he asked you between licks.
'Please, I need more,' you groaned.'Yeah? You need daddy to fill that tiny empty pussy of yours?' he grinned as he gave a big suck on your clit.'Please daddy,' you moaned desperately.
You could feel him shift his hands, one of his fingers now sliding up and down over your wet entrance.'Please daddy,' you  repeated. He chuckled lowly and suddenly you felt the delicious feeling  of pressure against your entrance. Slowly but surely Namjoon slipped his  pinky finger into you.
'Fuck baby, you're so  tight,' Namjoon groaned, his dick pulsing. The thought and feeling of  your tight pussy around his smallest finger made him groan.
'How will daddy ever get his big knot in there if you're this tight baby?' Namjoon groaned.His dirty words made your pussy clench down even more.
'Fuck,' he moaned at the feeling of you tightening around his finger. He pulled it out and you immediately protested.'Gotta prepare you a  little bit baby,' he said, before sticking his thumb into you. The size  difference was clearly felt by you and you moaned happily. 'So you like it when I fill you up more huh?' Namjoon grinned. He instantly pulled out again and put his index finger and his middle finger into you. You squealed in pleasure as you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head.
'We're not done yet  baby,' Namjoon coed into your ear. The dominance dripping of his words  made you clench again which in turn caused him to moan again. 'You need  to be able to fit at least three fingers for you to be able to fit me,'  he murmured.
His two fingers were sliding in and out of you as he softly nipped at your clit. You were having the hardest time not to lose your fucking mind.
You felt so incredibly  warm, wet, and soft around Namjoons's fingers that he was having the  hardest time holding himself back. His wolf was screaming at him to just  unleash his dick already.But he knew he needed you to get comfortable with three fingers for him to be able to fuck you in a pleasurable way.
He moved his fingers in  and out of you for a while, picking up the pace slightly and spreading  his two fingers slowly wider and wider until he finally felt like he  could fit one more in.'You ready for number three baby?' Namjoon asked, his jaw now clenched again in an attempt to hold himself back.'Yes daddy, fill me up,' you groaned, squirming underneath him in pleasure.Grinding his teeth in anticipation, Namjoon pulled his hand back and inserted a third finger into you. The feeling of it was  almost too much for you. You felt stretched, not in a painful way, but  in a good way. Slowly Namjoon pushed his fingers further into you, then  all of a sudden bending them.
You screamed out in  pleasure. He had pressed your g-spot. Namjoon growled and started  picking up the pace again, shoving his three fingers in you at an angle  and pressing your g-spot hard over and over again.
'Namjoon, I'm- I'm gonna...' you moaned, squirming underneath him. 'Cum for daddy, baby.  Come for me, let me taste you,' Namjoon commanded you. It was all you  needed. The waves crashed over you as heat, electricity and a tingling  sensation warmed your insides from your fingertips to your toes.
Namjoon sucked at your slit, making the orgasm even intenser, licking up your sweet tasting slick.
Gasping loudly, wave after wave rolled over you until Namjoon finally removed his fingers and face from your pussy.'Such a good baby girl,' he growled grinning.
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Although your orgasm was  subsiding, your heat definitely wasn't. It was as if the orgasm had  only thrown oil onto the fire. You wanted more. You needed more. You  need him.
'Mate me,' you repeated the words you had said before, begging him almost.
But this time he was too far gone to object.
Within seconds he had  taken off his shirt and pants.  His hairless chest was muscular and  broad, as were his arms. His legs were toned with muscles and the pink  wet knob of his hard-on was poking out from under his underpants.
You could instantly see  why he had been insisting on you taking his three fingers. He was bigger  than any toy you had ever tried. But the sight of it didn't scare you.  It only made your heat grow stronger.
'I'm yours,' you sighed  as you stared at his features. He was like a real-life adonis. Never in a  million years would you have dared to dream of such a handsome,  stunning, and sexy mate.
'Oh baby I'm gonna fuck  you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow,' he growled before  finally ripping of his underpants, completely revealing his massive  dick.
In one smooth dive, he was back on top of you again, his tip instantly pressuring on your entrance.
'Wait, don't you want to  do it traditionally?' you said quickly, a moment of clarity giving you a  small window to actually think. Normally the mating would be done with  the man behind the woman, literally doggy style.
Namjoon grinned at me.
'I wanna see my baby  girl's face when I fuck you,' He said low, kissing your lips. You could  feel the pressure on your slit increasing and slowly you could feel his  massive girth sliding into you. You moaned.
'I wanna see your pretty  face as you cum for me again,' Namjoon grinned as he slowly inserted  himself into you. Your pussy had never been stretched this far. Luckily  your slick made it bearable as he pressed on.
'I wanna see my mate's  face as I knot you and fill you up with my pups,' Namjoon growled, his  wolf now completely taking over. He suddenly thrust himself into you to  his base. You cried out in shock as his tip deeply brushed your g-spot  and then filled you up entirely.
He gave you a second to  adjust before he pulled back again slightly. You groaned as the pressure  against your walls lessened slightly.
Namjoon faced you again,  hovering over you. His smile was dark, lustful. A sight enough to make  you clench again. He bend down and kissed you passionately. You knew,  were sure, that never in the rest of your life you would ever get sick  of his taste.
Before you knew it he  thrust his hips forward again, his dick stretching you once more. He  started at a slow pace. Long deep slow strides of sliding in and out of  you, your wetness making it easy for him. Every time hitting your g-spot  hard and every time making you sigh deeply as you stared into his  beautiful dark eyes.
But Namjoon's wolf was  growing impatient. Spurring him on to pick up the pace, and so he did.  Within minutes he was pounding into you harshly, looking down at your  ecstasy-filled face and clenching his jaw hard.  
You were totally losing  it. Nothing in the world existed anymore. It was just you and him. The  only thing you could feel was his magical massive dick pounding you,  hitting you in all the right places. Your own wolf was howling too,  begging for your own release, begging to be filled to the brim.
'Your tight pussy takes my dick so well baby,' Namjoon groaned into your neck. 'Your little cunt was made to satisfy me,'  
His words made you burn and squirm as electricity ran through your veins
'Fill me,' you let slip out your thoughts in a sex-driven mind lapse.
'You want me to knot you, baby?' Namjoon growled. He bit his own lip as he started pounding you even harder and faster.
'Yes daddy!' you yelped  getting completely fucked out of your mind. 'Knot me, daddy! Fill me  with your pups, please!' you screamed as you dug your claws into his  back, his pounding sending you over the edge.
You could feel the base of his cock swell, stretching you even further.
'I'm gonna fill you up  so good baby. I will make you catch tonight. I'll make sure everyone  knows your mine forever,' Namjoon growled lowly into your ear.
His words lubricated you  more as you moaned loudly. You could feel his base still growing,  expanding to the size that would've scared you out of your wits had you  not been so far into your heat.
'I'm gonna-' Namjoon  started to groan. 'I'm-I-I'm gonna cum!' he roared. He gave one hard  pound, thrusting his knot fully into you. Your pussy instantly clenched  down at its base as you reached your own orgasm.
You could feel his tip  against your womb, could feel his hot thick cum pouring into you as you  screamed his name in pleasure. At the same time, a sharp pain in your  neck made you dig your nails into the sheets.
Namjoon was digging his  teeth into your neck, marking you as his mate for life, while his dick  still pulsed and poured more cum into you.
He softly licked the holes his teeth had made into your skin, easing the pain and healing up the small wounds.
Softly kissing you neck and whispering words you at first could hardly hear.
'I love you Y/n. I love  you. I'll always love you. I'll take care of you forever,' he moaned  into your neck, kissing your mark and wrapping his arms tightly around  you, nuzzling his face into  the crook of your neck
His knot was still stuck inside you as the last bit of his cum poured from his cock into you.
As the last few waves of your orgasm subsides you felt satisfied, stretched, and very full.
It felt so safe in his  arms. Your mate's arms. The thought of it was almost surreal. You had  waited so long for this. Hopedso long for this. And now it had finally  happened.
And it felt better than you could've ever imagined.
'Are you comfortable baby?' Namjoon asked softly his words tickling your neck.
'Very much so,' you purred back.
'Good. It'll take a  while for my knot to go down so just lean into me. Sleep if you're tired  baby,' Namjoon told you, his chest vibrating nicely against you as he  spoke in his low voice.
The mention of sleep  suddenly made you realize how exhausted you actually were. You hummed  into his chest and cuddled up closer to him. His strong big arms wrapped  around you tighter, pulling you against his muscular chest.
You could hear his  heartbeat. Steady and rhythmic. The warmth of his body was like a nice  bath. The scent of him made you feel calm, happy, at home. You were at  home.
When you woke up the  following morning in Namjoon's arms he was  already awake. His knot had  finally gone down and he was able to remove  himself from you  painlessly.
The both of you spend the entire day in the bedroom, cuddling and talking about everything.
< < < < < < < THREE WEEKS LATER > > > > > >  >
You  and Namjoon had been inseparable the past two weeks. He had met your  family, and you had met his pack and his parents. Most of the time you  had spent in his house, together in his bed...
The two of you had conversed till deep in the night, so much so that your throats had become hoarse of all the talking.
The  markings on your neck had healed up nicely by now and you carried them  around proudly and on display whenever you had to leave the house. But  never his side. You would never leave his side. Nor would Namjoon ever  let you get further away from his than into another room in the same  house.
When you woke  up one morning in Namjoon's arms you noticed him looking down at you.  There was a smile on his face but his eyes... You knew from his eyes  instantly that something was up.
'What's wrong?' You asked as you sat up.
'Nothing, don't worry about it,' Namjoon said kissing your forehead sweetly.
'Joon,' you moaned into his neck, cuddling up closer to him. Namjoon's dick instantly started to perk up.
'If you don't stop that now, something bad will happen,' Namjoon groaned.
'Oh, yea? What will happen daddy?' you purred into his ear, turning around and rubbing you but against his front.
Namjoon growled.
'Stop it, I just got my knot out of you again,' he groaned.
'I  know, but it makes me feel so empty daddy, won't you fill me up again  like you did last night?' you mewed. You knew exactly what to say to get  him hard instantly.
'Stop it!' Namjoon laughed rolling away from you and almost falling out of bed. You giggled.
Namjoon got up and walked around the bed, sitting on the edge and cupping your face lovingly in his hands.
'You  know I would love nothing more than to knot you and fill you up again,'  he said seductively, almost inciting your heat, 'however we made a  promise to visit your family again and a certain sleepy baby, that I  didn't wanted to wake because she looked so beautiful, has already made  us late,' he grinned.
'Fuck, I forgot,' you swore, quickly glancing at the clock. Namjoon was right, you guys were late.
The both of you hurriedly got ready, both of you having a hard time keeping your hands off of each other as you did so.
An  hour later you arrived at your parent's house. Your mom and dad were  waiting for you on the porch. Your brothers were probably out,  patrolling the borders of the land.
As  you got out of the car, you hurried over to your mom as she opened her  arms for you. You gave her a big happy hug as Namjoon followed you  closely and bowed to your father.
When  your mom let go of you you could instantly see something was wrong. Her  eyes were narrowed as she glanced you up and down. She looked at  Namjoon sharply who saw her look.
'You smell it on her too right?' Namjoon said his face grimaced in pain.
'What?!' you said shocked. 'You smell what?' you could feel your heart rate rise instantly in panic.
'I smell it too alright,' your mom said, her brows slightly furrowed.
'What!? What do you smell? What's wrong with me?' you cried out, desperate to know.
'I don't know baby,' Namjoon said, his voice worried, quickly taking you into his arms and hugging you as a way of comfort.
'I  know that smell all too well,' your mom said darkly. Namjoon wrapped  his arms around you tighter as if he was hoping to protect you from  whatever your mom would say next.
She looked from you to Namjoon, to your father, and back again to you.
Then she suddenly smiled broadly.
'Your pregnant honey,' she grinned happily.
Your heart skipped a beat. Namjoon almost squished you in his arms but you could hear him sigh in relief.
'You're sure?' he asked his voice clearly dripping with excitement.
'A thousand percent sure,' your mom nodded confidently.
Namjoon laughed happily as did your father.
'And,'  your mom continued, making Namjoon hold his breath behind you again,  'judging by the thickness of the smell,' your mom paused for effect.
'It's probably twins,' she said her face positively glowing proudly.
Namjoon let out a jubilant roar as he lifted you up in the air and spun you around.
You were unable to say anything. Thick tears of happiness were streaming down your face.
'At  least twins,' your mom added. 'I remember when I was pregnant with my  twins, Yongbok and Hyun Jin, the smell was similar to this, although I  myself couldn't smell it at first either. But what I smell on you my  dear daughter,' your mom nodded knowingly, 'certainly twins at least,'
Namjoon couldn't stop laughing, the sound of his happiness filling your ears and heart alongside your own happiness.
'I  gotta call my sister,' your mom said, tears in her eyes now too. 'She's  gonna be so jealous when she hears my daughter has mated the  Alpha of the famous Bangtan Alpha pack and is carrying his pups. Twins!  At least! The bitch has been nagging me for years about how her daughter  mated the Alpha of the Exo pack. HA! That'll show her, running her  mouth and all,' your mom chowed out.
Your father laughed loudly, following as your mother ran into the house to make the call.
Namjoon turned you around.
Happy tears were glistening in his eyes too.
'Twins! At least,' he smiled broadly.
You couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Your heart felt like it was flying over the moon.
Namjoon crouched down to face your still flat tummy.
'Daddy's gonna be taking real good care of you little ones and your mom,' he spoke to your belly. You giggled.
He got up again and wrapped his arms around you tightly.
'I love you Y/n,' he whispered in your ear. He had said it a million times  already over the past few weeks but you knew you could never ever get  sick of that husky voice whispering them to you.
'And you're gonna look so fucking hot with your round pregnant belly as you  carry my pups. I can hardly wait,' he added even softer.
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kookntae4ever · 8 months
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「 When It Comes To You There's No Crime 」
• explicit 🔞
• 27.9k words
• alpha kth x alpha jjk
• best friends to lovers
• light angst
• mutual pining
• romance, fluff and smut
• top kth
• bottom jjk
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ze-eternalmarsh · 15 days
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Name: And Action!
Ship: Namgi (Namjoon/Yoongi) - BTS
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Wordcount: 4k
Type: One Shot
Tags: A/B/O, Werewolves, Fantasy, Smut, Friends to Lovers
Summary:
Werewolves Actors Omega!Yoongi and Alpha!Namjoon have been best friends for years.
However, what happens when they are told to act out a sex scene together?
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rapmonkive · 17 days
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after reading someone's blog I got to know what everyone's positions be in a bts vampire au. Kook and Jimin give off vampire vibes.
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They would definitely be vampires. Jin probably as well. Hobi and I would likely be the werewolves. Yoongi a werecat. Tae...could go either way.
But I think that you can almost divide people into which one by if they are introverts or extroverts.
Introverts are drained by people. They are often alone and when they come out it is for a short time and they have to then stay away from people for a bit. It would make sense that vampires are loners, that they go out at night, that they avoid crowds and are pale and all avoiding the sun.
Where werewolves are pack animals-the extroverts. They do well in groups and live in a bigger society. They have hierarchies and are dangerous both alone and in a group. Werewolves are more likely to hide among the people. Anyone you meet now could be a werewolf and you wouldn't know it.
Werewolves are also more attuned to nature and the planet. They are the ones that think about the animals. I believe I would also fit werewolves more because of that aspect, and my love of nature.
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lovelybunny08 · 8 months
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Grey Eyes(Chapter 1: The Beginning)
Prologue                                                                                          Chapter 2
♡ Pairing- Jimin X Y/N
♡ Genre- Dark Romance,Smut, Underworld
♡Rating: mature audiences only
♡ Warning: Drinking of  blood ( They will be more in later chapters.)
♡Summary- Those grey eyes… always there to save you when you were trapped in darkness, belonged to the only being that could ruin you. Will you be able to escape them and be free,  or will those Grey Eyes lead you to your demise?
♡ Word Count- 3202
Editor: @noonasto ( seriously big thanks💜)
I woke up with the worst headache of my life. It almost felt like I’d been drinking but, being half vampire, alcohol doesn’t affect me like it does humans, so I knew that wasn’t the issue.
The memory of everything that happened crept around the pounding in my head. I had no clue how many days I was held by my uncle, and I was starving. The last thing I remember was seeing those grey eyes. They reminded me of Alexander’s eyes, but with more grey… like a storm. I tried to get out of bed but was too weak to move. My mother must have heard me because it wasn’t long before she came in with a glass and gave it to me.
“Drink,” she said in an angry voice. She didn’t get angry often, but the few times I’d seen her like that scared me enough that I didn’t question her and quickly drank the blood. An erotic feeling of fire and ice coursed through my body. Never could I remember a time when drinking blood had that effect on me. I wanted to moan. The feeling was addictive, and I would gladly let it take over my body and soul in every sense I could think of. I had to close my eyes before my mother saw my reaction. When I finished drinking and the carnal feelings ebbed, I felt my energy return.
I handed the glass back to my mom and murmured a quiet "thanks" to her. I still felt ashamed and scared after the way she had spoken to me and was reeling with the unsettling feeling the blood had given me, so I didn't want to speak out loud.
"That was a very dangerous thing you did, Y/N. You could have died. I am your guardian, and I'm supposed to protect you. Do you have any idea how that made your father and I look to the family?" Stinging from her anger, I couldn't bring myself to look her in the eyes.
"I know, I'm sorry," my voice came out as a whisper, feeling ashamed of the trouble I may have caused. She sighed, knowing that she wouldn't argue anymore. I was known for talking back, but there were also times when I was timid and scared. What more can you expect from a girl who spent most of her childhood locked up in a dungeon?
"Get ready for school. After school, don't come home. You need to see the council. Ask one of your cousins to take you," my mother instructed, glancing around my room before walking toward the door. "It was amazing being here," she said while opening the door. If I’d known then what she meant, I might not have gone to school and tried to change the course of history. But then again, if the events happened differently, I wouldn't have learned what I know now. That said, even if I could change the past, I still wouldn't have stopped her from walking out that door because what happened next is where my real story begins.
"How did you get the blood?" I asked my mother. I couldn't shake the feeling the blood had given me. I wanted, no, I needed more. She stopped and turned to me, smiling. "I can't say, but you can ask the council," she said before turning and walking out of the room. That was the last time I would see her.
After my mom left, I got ready for school. There was something inside telling me to dress up. I put on my uniform, but tied my hair in a ponytail and wore black heels. What was driving me crazy was the urge to wear my black collar. My mom had given it to me when I was a teenager, and I used to wear it all the time. It was a simple black silk collar tied at the back. It was soft to the touch but strong. When I was a freshman, a girl tried to take it from me. She pulled on it and tried to rip it off of me, but all she did was leave a mark on my neck. I haven’t worn it since then, but something inside told me to wear it today.
I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. It looked like my parents had already left for work. I walked down the street to catch the bus to school. It was a beautiful day with the sun shining and a clear blue sky. I felt at peace, like I could breathe again. I got off at my stop and spotted Sakura and Alexander talking. I ran up to them and grabbed their hands, causing me to lose my balance as they pulled me back.
"Y/N, you're in a good mood today," Sakura said, giggling at me.
"I'm alive! And this time I haven't been locked up for almost 500 years," I spun around, my skirt lifting up and unintentionally revealing the thong I was wearing to everyone that might be looking.
"I guess being locked up made you adventurous with what you're wearing," Alexander smirked. I just rolled my eyes. He’s always been a flirt, whether we were together or not. Giant flirt or not, I needed to thank him for saving me from that place.
"Thank you for saving me," I smiled at him. Alexander, though, was confused.  "Save you from what? We should be saying thank you for saving us by almost sacrificing yourself," His blue and grey eyes stared at me with the same look of bewilderment.
"I saw your eyes when you saved me." Puzzled, I looked into his eyes and realized I was wrong. His eyes were more blue than grey, and I wondered who had the stormy eyes that saved me? I was lost in my thoughts when Alexander suddenly cursed out loud.
"He saved you," Alexander stated. "Who?" I wanted to know. Needed to know. My heart was pounding so fast that I could hear it in my ears, making me feel dizzy as I waited for his answer. There was a fog blanketing my mind and body that wouldn’t leave, no matter how hard I fought against it. Just as I was about to ask again, Sakura tightly hugged my arm and pulled me away from Alexander and the trap in my own mind. "You'll find out soon, don't worry. You have a meeting with the council. Amy told you, right?"
"Yes, this morning before I left," I replied. “Come home with me today,” she said as she led me down the tree lined street,  “The boys will have to be there before us." I nodded my head, fully aware. The boys, Haru and Derek, were the crown Princes of the Vampires and Witches, making them part of the council. Sakura and Alexander, being second in line, were also council members.
"Wait, don't you have to be there?" I looked at Sakura, confused. She nodded her head, "Yes, but I told Mother I would escort you back home. I don't think you'll remember where home is," she said, laughing. With Alexander walking behind us and Derek and Haru busy with the council, I was curious where Eun-Ji was. She was also part of the royal family, but not in line for the crown, which meant she was involved in all council matters. "Where is Eun-Ji?"
"My parents called her. She had to do something," Alexander replied, sadness evident in his eyes. Before I had a chance to ask further, we heard screams from girls near the entrance. When I turned, I saw a crowd of girls running toward a car. I didn't get a good look at who came out, but I did see Eun-Ji talking to someone. After Eun-Ji and the person went inside, the crowd disappeared, clearing the way for the three of us to enter without anyone in the way. My day was like any other day, except for the fact that I hadn't seen Eun-Ji all day and the entire school wouldn't stop talking about this new boy.
When school let out, I waited for Sakura outside. I decided to read a book I’d found at the bookstore about Nyx, the goddess of night, while I waited. The book was about how she and her mother, Chaos, came to be. It also told of her lover and her playmate. I didn't know why, but I felt a connection to her lover and playmate. I was so deep in thought I didn’t notice Sakura standing next to me.
“ Are you ready to go?“ Sakura asked while looking at what I’m reading. “Hmm, interesting reading, that.“ I looked up at her, wondering what she met. She poked me between my eyebrows, “Stop with that look you’re going to get wrinkles.” “Sakura, we are vampires, we don’t age. I can’t get wrinkles.” “Well, you know what I mean. You’re always frowning and confused looking.”  You rolled your eyes at her.  “Well, you try having your memories erased.” “There’s the old Y/N!” I rolled my eyes. Her chauffeured car arrived to pick us up while I was waiting, so I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the expensive black sedan. The drive to the mansion was peaceful, with the scenery changing from tall buildings to fields and trees. The closer we got to the mansion, the more nervous I got. It was located deep in the forest, with plenty of room to let the wolves run free at night and far enough out of the city to keep humans away.  I was so lost in my returning memories of this place that I didn’t hear Sakura trying to get my attention until she was screaming in my mind. I turned to her with a raised eyebrow.  
Sakura is more than my cousin. Sakura is my blood sister. When we were young, we all made a blood pact. The only people that knew were the only other ones in the pact; Derek, Mark, Alexander,  and Eun-J. This blood pact gave us the ability to mentally communicate and read each other’s minds. Her calling me via our mind-link meant she wanted to tell me something without her driver knowing.
Sakura pulled my face closer to hers, making it look to anyone watching that we were about to kiss. I remember in the past, we used to play this game to make people think we were lovers. We actually had kissed before and I feel like there was more, but I can’t remember.
“ Y/N I need you to be very honest with me. Don’t answer out loud or nod your head. I don’t want my parents to know.” “Yes,” I whispered back in my mind. Sakura leaned in close enough that your foreheads were touching, giving the illusion that she was going to kiss me. “Do you remember the prince?” I looked at her, confused. Why was she asking me that? I knew better than to not answer. “You mean your brother, Haru?” Sakura sighed. “No, the Prince of the Underworld.” “Alexandro? What about him?” Sakura sighed again and looked down at your hands, “No, the Crown Prince.” I looked at our joined hands and tried to remember if I knew the Crown Prince, but nothing came up, just a headache when I tried to think of him. I wanted to shake my head “no” and to clear my mind. “No, I don’t.” I whispered in my mind. “This is important Y/N, when you go to the meeting don’t look the Crown Prince in the eye. He will be sitting next to the king.” I found this weird. Why couldn’t I look him in the eye? Why was she being so serious? I was so tired of being in the dark. Who saved me? How did everyone know everything, except me? I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why? Tell me why! I’m tired of this.” I screamed in my mind.  I wanted, no, I needed answers. “You will know after the meeting.” “Why can’t you tell me now? Why does everything have to be a secret?” I screamed at Sakura in my mind. I tried to let go of her hand but she wouldn’t let me. “All I can tell you is that you knew the Crown Prince. Everything will be explained after the meeting. Just trust me and don't look the Crown Prince in the eye. please.” I mentally sighed. I trusted Sakura and it had to be big if she was begging me. “Fine” Sakura let go of your hands and winked at me. We went back to sitting and looking out of the car window.
We arrived at the mansion and I jumped out of the car, eager to get this over with. I looked up at the beautiful grey building. Anyone who didn’t know better would think it was run down, but you knew what was inside. A scent in the air wafted in with the breeze. It smelled of roses. I looked around to see where it was coming from, but there was nothing to see.   Sakura pulled me in by the arm, “Come. We don't want to keep them waiting.”
Entering the house, memories of all the times I’d lived there in the past filtered in. Playing with everyone, learning about who I am, finding ways to sneak out or get into Alexander’s room without anyone knowing. It was surreal to be back here again. It’d been over 300 years since I was last here. Sakura led me down to where the underground council room was located. She knocked on the door and waited until it was opened by two guards. She bowed and walked in ahead of me. The room was enormous, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The full council was sitting at the table in the middle of the room. The guard guided me to an empty chair at the end of the long table. I sat down and looked up to see the king before me. He held an aura of strength. He was handsome with grey hair and blue eyes. To his right was the queen. She was beautiful with black hair and eyes. To the king's left was the grey haired man I recognized as the person Eun-ji was escorting to school that morning. He was looking down so I couldn’t see his eyes. I know Sakura warned me not to look at him, but I couldn’t help it. Something in me wanted to look at his eyes. Next to him was Alexander, who winked when I made eye contact.
“We are here to talk about the issue that has been finally solved.” The king spoke with a deep voice, “ Mark has been on the run for more than 100 years, and thanks to Y/N, we were finally able to catch him.” I looked around and noticed everyone in the room nodding their heads. “But it was a foolish thing you did, sacrificing yourself like that, Y/N.” I bowed my head and solemnly replied, “It may have been foolish, but I would do it again to ensure everyone is safe.” “Yes, I am aware.  Not only did It made the council take action, but it also put the Crown Prince's life in danger.” The King said with a frown, making me feel like I did something wrong. “We were happy when we heard you were alive and safe.” Your aunt, Sakura's mother, spoke with a warm smile you’d always remembered. “Sorry we couldn’t be there to greet you the right way this morning,” Rose stated, “There was something we had to do, I hope you understand. We were happy to hear you were safe.“ “I understand,” I said quietly and smiled. If it was a typical day, they would be hugging me and wanting to skip school and asking me thousands of questions.
“It’s time for you to return home. I heard you regained your memory?” the king asked. I knew this was his way of testing what I remember and what I don’t. “Yes, I remember my wonderful aunt and uncle Izumi and Haruto, Sakura and Haru's parents, and my uncle Ken, Rose and Derek's father. Also, my late aunt Mary, who did everything to try to save me from my uncle. I remember playing with your son Alexander and you, my king.” I looked him in the eye, knowing he was trying to read my mind to see if I was lying. “Is that everything you remember?” the king asked, testing my memory one more time.
“Yes my king," I said with a bow of my head. “Good, now your stuff was brought here already, you may go to your room. You will be under the care of both your families again. You will also be part of the council again. Eun-Ji will guide you.” The king said while he stood. You were careful not to look at the prince when he stood up. But you needed to know something. “My king, may I ask something?” The king turned and raised an eyebrow at me. “Yes, child go ahead.” “What happened to my guardians?” “They will be fine and won't be punished, If that is what you are asking. They will be reassigned to your uncle and aunt.” “Thank you, my king.” I said and curtsied toward the royal family.  They turned and I saw his feet… a memory of those same shoes flashed in my mind. I've seen them before, but can’t remember where. Sakura tapped my back and I stood to look at her.
“Let me take you to your room.” I just nodded my head and followed Sakura to the vampire wing of the house. I was born a hybrid, but have more vampire tendencies. I have magic like a witch, but feel more comfortable with this side of the family. My urge to drink blood is the same as that of a vampire. They are also the ones that raised me and helped me the first time I was freed from my Uncle Mark.
I followed Sakura up to my room. It was at the end of the hall, which gave me privacy, but was also closer to the wolf wing. Escaping in the past was made difficult with the security outside my window. Once I got into my room, I looked around. Everything was just like I remembered. I honestly don’t remember much of that day, only that I felt pain and sadness.
“We kept it clean to make sure it looked the same when you came back,” Sakura said, and I looked at her. “Thank you. So am I going to finally get an explanation for everything? Why couldn’t I look the prince in the eye? Why did I want to look at him so badly?” Sakura opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, there was a knock on the door. “Come in” she shouted and turned to look at me, “They are here.” When the door opened I saw the greyest eyes in the world. Like a beautiful storm I wanted to be trapped in. I knew those eyes. Those were the same eyes that saved me, and the same eyes that held my soul.
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btsrunmylife · 10 months
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cherrysoulth · 1 year
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ROUGAROU
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💕Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
📝Summary:
Being a rougarou is as easy as breathing. Being part of the pack... Not so much.
✏️Genre/au: Non-Canon, Action, Smut, Sci-fi, Werewolves AU, Complicated relationships
✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit
📝Wordcount: mentioned on each chapter
⚠️chapter warnings: Smut, explicit smut, might contain gore (+ warnings on each part)
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Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊
This work has multiple chapters. Please, bare with me 💜
Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)
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Chapter 1: The hunt
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Chapter 3:
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HORNS, BLOOD AND TAIL
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SUPERNATURAL! BTS X DRAGON/VAMPIRE! READER
SUPERNATURAL/SOULMATES AU
Chapter 3 (4.6k words)
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Jimin's POV
"We WHAT?! We have a new mate?! Yoongi, you could've told me sooner! I would've worn something more appropriate to meet her, I look like shit!".
My shout echoes in the house as I watch Yoongi exit the bathroom in dry clothes, a loose grey hoodie and some blue jeans that suit him marvelously well. I would be clinging onto him and seeking his lips over and over again if he hadn't said what he just did.
I had noticed that something felt weird about him since he came back earlier, but there was no time to ask him when he went straight for the shower, his body dripping with rain and wetting the entire floor on the way.
I had noticed that the car wasn't in the driveway either, which meant that he'd walked from some other place. He didn't look like he'd been in an accident, so that couldn't be it. Did the car break down on the way home?
I sure didn't expect to hear from him that we have another mate, and that he's taking me to her in ten minutes! Why did he wait so long to let me know?! I would have gotten ready! Hair, makeup, clothes! I would've found the perfect perfume to match with my scent!
"There's no time for those things, and besides, you look handsome as you are, baby" Yoongi says as he walks to the kitchen to pack some food into a bag, some of the meals we made yesterday and also some noodles and sauces, an unopened box of cereal with our extra milk, along with some other snacks.
I join him, wondering what the hell it is that he's doing. Seeing the look on my face, he shrugs a little as he grabs some meat from the freezer. "She arrived in Crimson Bay today, there's probably nothing to eat at her place right now and the weather doesn't really allow a safe run to the grocery store".
Ah, that explains why we never met until now, then. "Makes sense, we have more than enough to share with her. What is she, by the way? A human? Or maybe a werewolf? We haven't seen any around here in ages".
"Half vampire, half dragon" he answers simply, and I'm about to nod distractedly when the words finally register.
"Wait. What? She's a hybrid? Our mate?" I exclaim, eyes round with shock, for I know very well what that means for her health, and I take in as he sighs tiredly, hands falling on the counter besides the bags, defeated.
"Her father called yesterday at the clinic and told me about her. She's moving here alone and he was worried that no one would be looking out for her. She needs daily amounts of blood and some mana every few days, so he asked if our clinic could take care of her. I was driving by the docks earlier to give her a ride home since she couldn't have gotten anywhere otherwise, that's when I felt her mana call out to me".
"What happened then?" I urge him for more information, this isn't the face of someone who had a meeting go well, so what the heck happened out there?
"Y/N didn't drink any blood on the way. She thought she could make it home first, but her blood crave got triggered when I stood before her. It was a weak one, nothing scary" he promises when he sees me tensing.
"I fed her with my wrist and she was very careful as to not hurt me. She cried a lot afterwards, though. She did explain a little but... I was hoping you could give me another perspective on this because I'm not sure if I really understood her vision".
Running a hand through my hair and down my face, I take a moment to process everything while he looks at me sheepishly. As a vampire, it's something I can relate to more than he can, so of course he wouldn't be able to understand why she felt so bad.
He provided and protected, so to him, what happened was fine, but to her, this must have felt terrifying. Feeding off someone usually happens when there's undying trust between the two sides, but most especially from the person giving their blood, and it has to be willingly.
But she was thrown in the middle of it without that unwavering trust. She drank his blood because it was the safest option, but to her, I'm sure it felt like a violation of some sort, that she went against the vampire code. There was no way he could've trusted her blindly, in her mind, and yet he did.
"That's... you did the best you could, hyung, I know that, but damn. Drinking from a stranger is the first thing we learn to never do as a vampire. Mates or not, there's an order to things and that was broken against her will, and in her eyes, against yours too" I explain, and immediately does he straighten up, ready to defend what happened.
"I offered my blood out of my own-"
I stop him there, knowing already what he's about to say.
"I know, that's why I'm saying that you did the best you could. I'm just letting you know why she cried - she felt ashamed. Even I would have hated to feed on your blood on the first meeting, especially during a blood crave. Morally... it doesn't feel right, and it can be very dangerous for both sides. She must have had an incredible self-control".
He shuts his mouth, jaw clenching as he lets my words settle in his mind. "I... I didn't mean to make her feel that way. I just wanted to help, she looked really pale and I didn't want her to be in pain" he finally murmurs, sad eyes downcast.
I walk to his side before hugging him tightly, and he hugs me back with his face hiding in the nook of my neck. His fast heartbeat speaks on its own, and I know that he's feeling bad now that he understands more of how she must have felt.
As a doctor, Yoongi is someone who will always do what he can to help others. If there is a solution to a problem, he will make sure that the steps are done to assure healing to the sick, to the wounded.
Our mate's condition of being a half-breed... he must have panicked in her stead. After all, he has studied the subject more than anyone else in Crimson Bay, so he knows just how far their sickness can go, and losing one of ours is not an option.
That being said, she is still a living being with morals and feelings. We'll have to think of ways to prevent this from occurring a second time - though I would hope it doesn't - otherwise it'll create a rift between them. We'll have to carry extra blood snacks around from now on.
"She understands that, I'm sure she does. Give her some time to come to terms with what she's done, that's all. Why don't we get going for now, hyung? Does she live far from here?" I ask, hoping to change the mood to something lighter, and it works wonders when he nods softly, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips.
"We're neighbours. I left the car in her driveway because she's right next door".
Well I'll be damned.
"What are we still doing here, then? Let's go! Oh, and let's bring an extra umbrella for her too, you never know when she might need it".
Your POV
"I promise I feel fine, mom. It was just a little bit of rain when I got home".
'A little bit of rain is all you need to get sick, honey. Did you take a bath to warm up? You get feverish easily, is the fireplace lighted? Your father made sure to choose a house with one in the living room and in your bedroom so you could stay warm whenever it's cold out there'.
Mom's concern is all I've heard ever since she called a few minutes ago, and I simply cannot dare to tell her about my blood crave, else I'm pretty sure she would run to the airport to join me here as soon as possible.
I'm surprisingly liking this freedom now that I'm feeling better, so her coming here would innately take that from me and I do think I would be a little disappointed. I do believe that it's time I start being independent. I need to learn to take care of myself, I can't always let others do it for me.
"Yoongi lighted the fireplace for me, but he said he'd show me how to do it myself another time. I also have a blanket around me and a cup of hot tea, so I'm not cold anymore, I swear" I answer before taking another sip, it tastes a bit bland but... oh well.
'Yoongi? Honey, who is that? Did you bring a stranger home already?' I hear her ask next with a wary tone, and I throw my head back in exasperation.
"He's the doctor dad talked to, he picked me up from the docks earlier. He's also- erm. He's very kind and helped me to bring the bags inside before going back to his place. He's my neighbour, so he'll be nearby if anything happens to me".
I hate that I just lied to her, but if I tell her about having met my mates on the first day of being here... she'll want to meet them in person right away - which brings me back to the point of losing my freedom - and I just think I'd rather get to know them on my own before she gets in the picture.
Dad probably wouldn't go so far as to come for that reason alone, but Eric and Solar would definitely be on board with her and then I would have no time to spend with my mates. I'd like to invite them over eventually, but only after I've made myself feel at home here.
'Oh! That's great, honey! How lucky, if he's the doctor your father mentioned, then I suppose we can trust him to take good care of you. Did you thank him for his help? Don't forget to do so the next time you meet him'.
Oh, right. I didn't thank Yoongi for anything yet, did I? I'll have to make sure I show him my gratitude properly, both for bringing me home and for helping with the blood crave. No matter how I feel about it, he still helped me out and that's what I need to focus on.
"I will, mom. Well, I'm getting a little tired now, I was thinking about taking it easy for the rest of the day, does the television work?" I ask next as I glance at the screen installed on the wall next to the fireplace, it's gigantic, which means that dad's the one who chose it.
How did they even furnish this place, anyway? I can see everyone's tastes blended into the decor, from art pieces that Solar would have loved to all sorts of little figurines that Eric always gets me when he travels the world.
The living areas are definitely a work of mom, but the bedroom has a bit of everyone in it. It's chaotic, but it looks like love.
'It should, we had someone test it when they cleaned the house yesterday. Oh, they should've left the spare key under the rug outside of the front door, so make sure to get it before someone finds it. If you need anything, let us know, honey, alright? We might be far, but you know we'll run to you anytime. Especially your siblings, they've been crying all day since they dropped you off at the airport. Make sure to call them sometimes, I think that would make them feel better. Not today, but soon, okay?'.
My heart softens at hearing about my older brother and sister, and I hum softly. "I will, thanks mom. Can you tell them that I miss them? And that I'm loving the decorations they chose?".
She chuckles, then sniffles a little, which has me sitting up straight in shock. Is she crying too?
'I will tell them. We're so proud of you, honey, I hope you know that. We'll try to come visit you soon, so take care of yourself until then, and make sure you never forget your blood every six hours. Don't wait until it's too late to get the mana either, once a week at least, otherwise you get weak. Also-'
With that begins a list of all the things she wants me to pay close attention to, and I listen to her with a small smile on my lips, the occasional hum letting her know that I'm still listening, even if I have nothing to say.
This is her way of soothing herself, after all, and I don't want to take it from her.
It's her first time being apart from me too, and it must be so hard. Mom has always said that for as long as we need, the family house will always have space for us, that she doesn't mind making us food everyday until the end of times.
She loves her family deeply, and yet she still sent me far away to Crimson Bay because she wants to believe that it'll keep me alive and well. The seer's words from when I was still a young child have left a deep impression on her, and this is the result.
After a few more tears and I love you's from the both of us, we end the call, and I put the mug and my phone besides me before lying down on the floor in front of the fire that breathes with Yoongi's mana, still wrapped up in the fluffy blanket.
I honestly hadn't considered that they'd have to adjust to living without me, but that call certainly opened my eyes to that reality. How is dad handling it? He's never been the most expressive father, but he's always been good to me, so how is he doing now that I'm gone?
I hope he won't be too sad, just the thought of it makes me feel bad.
Remembering about the key, I decide to stand to get that taken care of before I forget, blanket dropped to the floor as I walk towards the entrance that I cleaned up earlier, not wanting the water to leave muddy traces behind once it dried.
I had to leave the dirty towel over the floor, though, because my parents forgot to get an inside rug for when it rains like this, something that never happened that often back at home. I get the feeling that it'll be a regular thing over here, so I'll have to see where I could buy one this week.
I open the door, then kneel down to have a look under the rug, thankful that the roof offers some shelter from the intense rain. A few droplets reach my skin as I raise it up to have a look underneath, and just as I grab the key, a twin copy of mine, I get to feel Yoongi's mana from the left.
Looking up, I don't see anyone at first due to the thick fog, that is until two umbrellas make it within sight, followed by two figures that appear to be holding some grocery bags between them. The wind pushes against them, but they don't waver like I know I would were I out there.
Now standing up by the doorway, key dropped in a random drawer, I await them with slight nervousness and impatience, aware that one of them is Jimin, my other mate. I can't say that Yoongi doesn't make me nervous as well, but since we already met, it's not as bad.
I've never been that good with meeting new people, so I don't know how I should behave once it's time to introduce ourselves. What if Jimin ends up not liking me? Is it possible to not like one of your mates? I hope not.
I take a quick look at the closet's mirror before adjusting my new outfit and hair, and then they're at the door, and the sight of the two handsome men side by side causes my heart to stutter and flutter uncontrollably until I allow them inside with an awkward motion of the hand.
While Yoongi's scent of redwood remains - I googled scents earlier until I found the one that seemed closest to his, and redwood seemed like a good guess - the vampire, Jimin, smells like vanilla and cinnamon.
It is sweet, with a warm tone to it that reminds me of toasted marshmallows, strangely, as if it took on the flavor of a campfire. It's comforting, calming, familiar, and one thing I can say for certain, is that my soul immediately claims his scent as mine.
It confirms our bond even if I had no reason to fear the opposite, and that's a huge relief to me. It wouldn't have made much sense for Yoongi's mate to not be mine, but a part of me was still worried that the impossible might happen either way.
Jimin's hair appears to be an ashy blue that falls in loose curls around his face, and when those grey-ish eyes finally lock onto me... it's like he's found a new prey to play with when they crinkle at the sides.
His plump lips curl upwards, like a cat who's found its meal of the day, and I find myself gulping all while fighting the urge to flee.
"Hyung" he coos as he walks inside to get closer, bag and umbrella set aside along with his rain coat before he stops right on the edge of the towel beneath his boots. "You didn't tell me that our mate looked this adorable".
Blinking at him as if hypnotized, I can't do anything but stare when he removes his boots with ease to get even closer, his scent when he stands a few inches before me all I can smell as he curls a finger under my chin to make me look up at him.
His skin is cold to the touch, but my body welcomes it readily.
"I thought you smelled only of roses, but there's also hints of chocolate beneath those flowers. You smell like Valentine, and it's my favourite day of the year. How precious is that?" he muses as he smiles prettily, enjoying the sounds that my heart does as it tries to survive him.
"Jimin" Yoongi says as he closes the door before removing his coat and boots as well as what he held, after which he comes to stand besides us, his feline eyes looking between us before ultimately settling on me.
"This is Y/N, our new neighbour and mate. Y/N, Jimin, our vampire and often times flirty mate. Don't be scared to tell him when he gets too much, otherwise he'll never stop teasing you. Our reactions are pure fuel for this man".
Jimin looks somewhat offended at that, and he pouts at Yoongi while pulling me closer in a swift movement, my chest now pushed against his, a glint of mischief in his eyes as his hand circles my back until it finds a place over the curve of my waist, as if it always belonged there.
"Hyung, that's not fair, telling her that when we just met" he complains before staring back at me with an innocent stare that only looks the part, but isn't.
"I'm not that bad, I promise. But he's right on one thing - you can always tell me when you're getting uncomfortable and I'll stop" he repeats Yoongi's words just so I know that he takes my comfort seriously, then tilts his head. "Is this too much?".
Is it?
Other than my volatile heartbeat and constant blushing, I can't say that I hate this, though it feels a little weird to have someone I just met so close. But then again, I did drink Yoongi's blood, so this is nothing in comparison.
I shake my head slowly, and Jimin's smile widens, though his eyes haven't lost their teasing glint yet. "You can use your words, can't you? Or have you lost your voice all of a sudden? Have I perhaps made you so shy that you can't speak anymore? Yoongi didn't mention anything about that earlier".
I feel a heat of embarrassment course through my body at his words, and I'm almost tempted to use Yoongi to hide from this man, except that he also has a say in why I feel like this, so I can't exactly use him that way. Oh dear.
Jimin looks amused as he keeps staring at me, as does Yoongi, and I eventually look down to at least flee their gazes. Our bodies are pressed against each other as he keeps his arm around me, his free hand now drawing gentle lines on my arm as he awaits an answer.
I didn't know that I would be thrown into my mates' arms so quickly upon moving here, but there's no running away from them, even I can see that. In a way, it's reassuring, because doesn't that mean I won't be alone after all?
Having them in my life is much better than being all on my own, but it's still going to require that I get used to... everything. Especially them.
"I-it's alright. I don't mind the closeness" I finally murmur, and Jimin's heart skips a beat at the sound of my voice, a happy smile spreading on his beautiful face. His eyes crease softly, and his scent melts around me.
"There, I'm finally hearing your sweet voice" he muses, pleased, and it hits me that I hadn't talked at all yet. "We didn't know if you had food in the kitchen so we brought you a few things, mind if we put that away first? Then we can sit and talk?".
I turn my gaze to the bags on the floor, they brought food for me? It occurs to me now that I didn't have a look into the fridge and freezer, and I don't think my parents would've had someone else do it for me since what I need is pretty specific and somewhat unusual.
I don't even know if half of what I need will be available in the grocery store here. I might have to spend an entire day reading the products' ingredients just to find the ones closest to what I can eat without getting sick, and I'm not looking forward to that.
"You didn't have to do something like that" I mumble hesitantly, for there is a high chance that I can't eat what they brought over and I don't want to look ungrateful.
Having a restricted diet due to intolerance of popular ingredients isn't really fun. Some common drinks I'm fine with, but food is entirely different and taking that too lightly could end with me being sent to the hospital in urgency.
"Oh, you already have everything you need" Yoongi speaks plainly, an awkwardness taking over his face as he tries to understand my reaction. His hands hide in his pockets, probably to hide his nerves, and I immediately feel terrible.
I'm quick to shake my head at his comment, but it still doesn't fix the fact that I might not be able to accept their kindness. I'm not looking forward to that moment, but things were going to get awkward sooner or later so it's better to get that behind us today.
"It's not that. I just... I have dietary restrictions because of my... condition" I answer, a little insecure as Jimin might not know of what I am yet. "I get sick a lot if I'm not careful over what I eat" I try to explain, and their eyes light up with understanding immediately.
Yoongi heaves a sigh of relief, then pats his hands over his pants to dry his palms. "Of course, I should've known. Well, let's have a look at what we brought first, and you can tell us more about that so we can be careful too. How's that?".
Nervous, I nod my head, and Jimin caresses my side gently as he begins to walk me towards the kitchen while Yoongi gathers the bags. He doesn't seem to be out of the loop, so I'll assume for now that he's aware of my particularity.
"What are the main things that you can't have, Y/N?" he asks on the way, and I hum as I try to remember everything important. We used to have a list on the fridge, but it disappeared once my family got familiar with it. The gist of it is rather simple, though. You think it, you name it.
"The doctor I had back at home explained my allergies as my mixed genes considering most things as harmful to my body, it's... very tricky" I start off with a sigh, and Yoongi can already guess that the list won't be a fun one.
"How bad on a scale of one to ten?".
"I'd say around... six? Seven?".
"Alright... I'll note down what you can remember, and I'll call your father tomorrow, just in case. Let's have a look at what we brought".
As I name everything I can think of, Yoongi begins to categorize everything that I can, or can't have. Things with eggs, peanuts, gluten, and even fish and some fruits are kept in the bags. Coffee is a no as well, as it gives me heart palpitations.
Things that I can keep are piled together on one side of the counter, and as expected, not a lot of what they brought is something I can eat, but they handle everything so well that my embarrassment slowly melts away.
I don't have the easiest diet, and there are so many good food that I want to eat like everyone else, but can't, so there are times when I decide to follow the irresponsible path and have them anyway, fully aware that I'll regret it later on.
How many times have I blamed my poor health because I couldn't admit that I had a pizza? Or that I went to a bakery and had a pastry on my own?
I purse my lips when I find discouragement on their faces as we take in the final result of their kindness.
"That's not nearly enough to fill the kitchen" Jimin utters as he opens the empty fridge and freezer to organize what he can inside, while Yoongi puts the rest in the pantry. I would've helped, but as he said, there's so little that I'd only get in their way.
"And there's barely anything that could serve for breakfast and lunch. You have a few snacks and the blood samples, but they're not meal substitutes" Yoongi continues with a frown. "Guess we'll have to go shopping today after all".
The both of them turn to look at me, and a pout begins to form on my lips.
"Today..?" I repeat weakly, a finger pointing at the window from where we can see the heavy rain.
"Today" Yoongi confirms simply, finger pointing at the empty pantry in front of him.
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shysoftbebe · 10 months
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Play Along {BTS x Reader} {2/?}
BTS x Reader
Be careful of who you trust
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"Demi, they're just people," you tell your friend, who was ranting about Bangtan once again. She sighs, giving you a look before her phone chimes and a smile slips onto her lips. You snort at her quick shift in attitude, choosing to take a sip from your tea, eyes moving back to your essay as you look for errors to fix.
"Y/N?" Jimin's familiar, fairy-like voice reaches your ears, before the stifling silence does. Looking up, you meet his warm eyes, though some dark hides behind it - not that you notice it - and a warm smile rests on his lips. You return his smile, his aura putting you at ease as you stand and he envelopes you in a quick hug.
  "I'm glad to see you! I've bee trying to find you it's been so difficult," he tells you, a slight pout now taking over his lips, the lithe of a whine coating his words. You giggle giving him a sheepish smile, going to reply just as Demi clears her throat, catching both of your attention.
  "Nice to see you again Jimin," she says, giving said male a nod of greeting a tight smile on her lips before her eyes meet yours.
  "Max asked if I want to come over," she says, as she stands starting to gather her things. "Do you want to come with?" she offers, facing you once again. "And be the third wheel? I think not," you tell her and a light blush tints her cheeks as you hear Jimin snort softly next to you.
"I'll just hang with Jimin, get to know him better," you say and look about, finding people either staring at you or whispering to each other and uncomfortable feelings crawl over your skin.
  "We can go to a place I know," he offers and you blink in surprise, sharing a look with Demi and he quickly goes to reassure you.
  "I'm not trying anything. You helped me...and I want to return that kindness by being your friend if you'll let me," he explains, a soft tint to his words. Demi sighs, but looks to you knowing this is up to you while Jimin looks at you with anticipation in his eyes.
"...sure but it isn't some shady place where you plan to sell me right?" you prob and he chuckles shaking his head at your words, as his hand curls around your wrist, sending a jolt of warmth through you.
"I wouldn't sell you, I would fight to keep you."
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@hijabae2019
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btschooseafic · 2 months
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about the ot7 fic with jm vampire and jinkook wolves etc.
I believe they’re talking about the safe house by parkdatjimin. I can’t remember if they deactivated or changed usernames but I know the link I had saved brings me to literally nothing )): so sad, was a good story!!!!
Thanks for the info, anon!
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trifoliumrex · 1 year
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Blood Moon Master List
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A Hoseok/reader fic
Keeping your status as a werewolf grows harder after vampires let the world know that supernatural being walk amongst them. What’s worse is your family, your pack seems to have gotten the attention of someone who has no qualms with hurting them. Now really isn’t the time to start a new relationship. Even though He gives you hope. Even though his cheekbones could cut glass and he dances almost as well as you.
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Word Count: 43526
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jesicadsworld · 9 months
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