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through the ruins finale — kth

THROUGH THE RUINS | Taehyung | Series | Request or Original 

Original Request: Hi! Can I request a Taehyung and oc fic? Maybe werewolf/royal au. In which oc is abandoned at young age because of an attack. After many lonely years, she meets Taehyung only to find that it was his kingdom that attacked hers. Enemy to lovers please. Plot: As a final attempt to regain her birthright, a lost princess marries a powerful wolf lord. Pairing: Werewolf!Taehyung x Werewolf!OC (Name: Althea) Genre: Werewolf | Royal | Fantasy Type: Series Rating: 18+ (Explicit) Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: explicit smut, violence, blood. Author’s Note: hope you enjoy!

Getting the new King of the Southern Hills to speak to them proved more difficult than either of them realized. It took a gruelling three days just to redirect the army towards the Western border. Only when Taehyung noticed that there was no system amongst the Southern Hills army that they were able to confuse the structure, forcing the King to finally call a summit near the edge of the border.

Though not without his own demands.

Hoseok wished to let his army scour for any traps, organising a palanquin to bring him over to the canopy where the talk would be held.

The palanquin procession itself was a shameless display of power. Runts carried the ornate palanquin, all of their bodies dressed but riddled with whip marks. Valor Wolves surrounded the procession itself.

Althea stood with Taehyung, watching this ridiculous procession.

Taehyung kept taking deep, frustrated breaths. “It was a five minute walk.”

“Maybe he’s injured,” Althea said though she hardly believed. And behold, she was proven wrong.

The procession stopped and a Runt quickly got on their hands and knees. The door opened to King Hoseok, wearing a stark white pelt over his shoulders as he stepped on the runt and smiled confidently at Althea and Taehyung.

“My, you two look worse for wear.” Hoseok chuckled, observing them both before his sharp lime green eyes fixed on Althea. “Ah but still a radiant beauty nonetheless.”

Althea pursed her lips together and she could almost hear Taehyung roll his eyes.

Taehyung gestured for Hoseok to sit at the prepared table. And Hoseok did with a flourish, letting out a loud and satisfied sigh.

“I’m surprised that you were so willing to talk to me,” Hoseok said, flicking his fingers before a Runt poured him a goblet of wine shakily.

Althea watched the Runt tremble, purple eyes flickering up to see a young man who tried to keep a steady expression.

“You did give us little choice when you encroached upon our land,” Taehyung said.

“If my army was able to take your territory then by wolf code, it is mine.” Hoseok’s lime green eyes glinted.

The silence that followed was thick and heavy.

“We do not go by the old wolf code any longer,” Althea spoke.

“And yet it is not wiped from our law.” Hoseok looked at Althea, a smile tugging at his lips before leaning forward. “I would have expected the heir of the Moon clan to agree with me.”

“Not if it involves people killing each other for power.”

“Curious.” Hoseok wrapped his lips carefully around the word. “But isn’t that how your mate’s parents gained power?” He tugged at the taut strings. “He is now the king of two kingdoms. One of them was ripped away from you.”

Althea narrowed her gaze, pushing down the fire that blazed in her chest. “That doesn’t make it excusable or right.”

“Of course not but it is the code everyone has practiced even though they like pretending they’re above it. Here you are, getting the spoils of it.” Hoseok waved his hand, eyes fixed on Taehyung. “Enjoying it, are you not?”

Taehyung’s expression was dark as he actively avoided looking at Althea. “We were on the verge of an alliance, King Hoseok.” He tried to keep a somewhat political tone. “Why waste so much military effort when we were already on the way to be allies?”

Hoseok laughed in a boom before taking his time to drink a generous chug of wine. “Allies? On what grounds? There can only be one Monarch Alpha.”

Taehyung’s right eye twitched as he curled his fingers into fists under the table. “Because it is reckless behaviour.”

“That is the way of wolves. You are strong. Who knows you may win.” The patronizing tone was not lost on them.

Taehyung’s hands itched for his sword. He could just cut him down right now. The way of wolves, after all. His chest rose and fell. But Althea pressed her foot onto his gently, grounding him back to reality. “Very well.”

-

Taehyung and Althea march onto the western border on a day thick with clouds blocking the sky. Much like Hoseok had planned, his army looked more like a thousand packs of wolves than subjects with their own mind and feelings.

Althea felt a tug in her stomach, as if her body was being yanked back into the forest and seedy towns, watching her back at every moment to keep herself alive and protected. She closed her eyes for a few moments, trying to take quiet breaths despite the fire continuing to burn in her chest.

The battle is pure chaos. People were fighting without honour or care. Althea narrowly avoided more claws and swords in split seconds and blinks, her breath constantly being caught in her throat until it could have formed a lump.

Fire turned to anger in her chest, boiling so harshly that she couldn’t control herself. She would not die here, in the whims of a foolish wolf king who wanted to literally walk all over his subjects.

Althea swung in quick and precise movements, using her smaller size to rush around and slice with abandon. She used their rabid hunger against them, targeting the right areas to kill them quickly or slowly if they angered her enough.

The world became a blur. Althea stopped thinking, cutting down and swinging just to ensure that she could move out of this battlefield with breath still left in her.

Except in her blur, she missed one Valor wolf from Hoseok’s side. The wolf watched Althea’s movements, inching forward before pouncing while she had her back faced to them.

The Valor wolf’s gaping maw halted, Taehyung’s leather bound forearm jammed between his jaws. Taehyung groaned as he felt their teeth sink through the leather from blind hunger even as their gums began to bleed.

Taehyung stabbed through the wolf, feeling their teeth latch off him before they dropped to the ground.

Althea turned over her shoulder, almost raising her sword at Taehyung before seeing blood drip down his leather bound forearm.

Taehyung grabbed onto her arm firmly. “Hoseok’s army is scattering. Regroup.” He pulled Althea out of the fray.

-

Althea felt a blur of frustration and anger as they entered the tent. She tried taking deep, calming breaths as she placed her sword down and untied her armour. The clash of battle faded slowly as the soldiers gathered the dead and injured to recuperate.

Taehyung winced and groaned as he took his own armour off, unable to reach at some ties from the deep bite on his forearm and the strain on his shoulder.

Althea hesitated, then walked over and undid the ties of the back plates for him. Purple eyes kept glancing at the deep teeth marks before she gathers a basin of water, herbs and rum. She poured the rum on the wound which makes Taehyung hiss and groan.

“Why would you do that?” Althea asked, keeping her eyes on the wound as she dabbed it clean.

Taehyung tried to meet her gaze but was only met with her scrunched brows, sweat glowing on her skin. “You can’t stop me from jumping in to protect you.”

“On that battlefield, you don’t need to worry about me.” Althea roughly muddled the herbs before placing it on the wound gently.

“Then don’t be on that battlefield.”

“That’s not an option.”

“Yes it is. Just stay here tomorrow.”

“No,” she said.

“Why are you being so fucking stubborn?”

Althea finally met his gaze, sharp and piercing. “How did that wolf bite you? You’ve never been bitten.”

“It was a sudden movement.”

“And you’ve always been faster.” She grabbed the bandage and starting wrapping his wound. “You’re holding back.”

“Just look at your surroundings next time so I won’t have to be bitten.” Taehyung’s tone hardened.

“It was a small wolf, I would’ve been fine.” Althea shook her head as she carefully moved around his forearm.

“This is some way to thank me for protecting you.”

Althea secured the bandage harshly, making him hiss. “Focus on finishing this mess. Not me.” She looked at him in a sharp tone.

Taehyung watched her closely for a moment, anger simmering but there was a thought that nudged in his mind. He watched her closely, saw a strange guard behind her gaze and tone. It wasn’t anger towards him but…an urgency. “We’ll be alright,” he said, his voice softer. “You know that, don’t you?”

Althea’s expression softened, the fire feeling cool for a brief moment at his words before she looked away. “Just be careful next time,” she said as she stood up, taking the basin of water and walking out of the tent. 

-

Another round of battle ensues. This time, Althea had a goal. Her eyes sharpened to catch a glimpse of Hoseok.

As expected, he was in the fray, cutting down wolves without abandon and injuring his own men in the process as he did. No loyalty or care.

As his sharp bitter green eyes caught her stalking him, Hoseok smirked and made his way to her.

“You aren’t Alpha, are you?” Hoseok shouted out from the fray, his voice a light growl. “How does it work? Are you his mate or some kind of charity co-Alpha?” The mocking tone was not lost even in the chaos.

Althea doesn’t respond and lands a strike at him.

Hoseok managed to dodge but just enough to stumble.

Althea had no care to wait. She swung at him again as he was getting up, a cut blooming red on his chest and neck.

Hoseok’s eyes flared indignantly as he swung a heavy sword, aiming to kill her. But Althea was faster.

Hoseok worked with strength. Althea moved fast, surviving first then striking later.

Althea kept dodging his swings and strikes until she heard his breath waver. Then she pierced her blade through his wrist.

His loud roaring scream felt so satisfying, Althea pushed her blade, sliding a little more down his forearm.

“Alpha or not, you are soft and spoiled,” she said. “You fight in your clutter of pets. I clawed through the dirt to become Queen once again.”

Althea pulled the sword away, letting Hoseok stumble to the ground in a curl of pain.

Hoseok snarled at Althea but began to move back away from her. He turned away and tried to scurry.

Althea saw red in her vision before she followed him, ready to pounce but someone grabbed her back. Althea thrashes and screams.

“It’s me, stop,” Taehyung shouted, pulling her around to face his blood and soot covered face.

“Let me go!”

Taehyung’s grip only tightened as he dragged her back to the tents.

-

“Why did you stop me?!” Althea screamed as Taehyung pushed her into a tent.

Taehyung closed the tent roughly before throwing the sword. The whites of his eyes were reddened from dust, making the yellow of his irises harsher. “They were retreating.”

“So?” Althea winced. “If we killed him, they wouldn’t have time to regroup.”

“We will figure that out when it comes to it.” Taehyung walked past her and began unravelling his armour, back faced to her though the heat radiating from him was unmistakable.

“What is this? Why give him so much mercy?” Althea gestured to the entrance of the tent.

“It isn’t mercy, the battle is done.” Taehyung’s voice is hardened, emphasizing his words.

Althea let out a harsh breath, eyes narrowed as she stomped closer to him, forcing him to meet her gaze. “It is not done until he dies.”

“You have no quarrel with him.” Taehyung was unable to stop his voice from raising. “Drop this.”

“I would’ve done the job.”

“And gotten yourself right into the fray of the enemy.”

“Then so be it.”

“It will not be!” Taehyung growled before leaning closer. “Do you still believe you are that lone princess alone in the forest?”

Every bone in her body wanted to keep the anger in her expression but her features softened nonetheless when Taehyung seemed to catch the dark patch in her soul.

Althea tried to look away but Taehyung roughly grabbed onto the back of her neck to make her face him this time.

“I will not lose you because you think you have nothing to live for,” Taehyung said, a harsh but desperate tone. “You’re mine. My home. Don’t fucking forget that, even in the heat of battle.”

Althea pursed her trembling lips together, trying to maintain the stone on her face even though she felt the cracks forming. She tried closing her eyes for a moment.

“Look at me,” Taehyung harshly whispered, his nose brushed against hers.

Reddened eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, tears constellating on her lashes.

“I’m here,” he muttered, the words coated with each spill of vulnerability that could not be held back. “You’re not alone. Don’t go into danger as if you are.”

Althea swallowed the lump in her throat before nodding. “Okay,” she muttered.

Taehyung kept his gaze in her eyes but the second his eyes flickered down to her trembling bitten lips, the urge could not be pulled back. He kissed her, messy and desperate. Their skin was still covered in battle soot. He pulled at the strings of her armour, letting it clang to the ground.

Althea was unable to control the shaky breath and gasp that passed through her as she helped him undo her armour at the feverish pace, her boots still on before Taehyung placed her on the war table, the inkpot tipping over and bleeding through the wood.

Taehyung cupped her cheeks, a firm grip as his thumb pressed into her skin. He looked into her eyes, the sense of yearning peeking through his own.

In the moment of quiet intimacy, Althea leaned in and pressed a kiss on his lips. Softer this time, paying attention to the feeling of him against her after so long.

Taehyung licked across her bottom lip, hand gripping the back of her head before he kissed her jawline.

In their inner clothes, Taehyung pulled down Althea’s pants, letting it hang off one of her legs. He kissed the sweet spot of her neck as Althea roughly undid the ties of his own pants.

Althea wrapped her legs around his waist positioning his length against her before Taehyung felt warmth and sweetness embracing him. Their gentle moans mixed in their close proximity as they finally joined.

Another messy kiss shared between them. “I missed you,” Taehyung whispered against her lips as he started thrusting in deep and hard rhythms. Breath huffed against her forehead mixed with Althea’s hitched moans.

“I missed you too,” Althea moaned in a rasped tone.

It was slow and hard thrusts, wanting to feel everything and for as long as possible. The inkpot had rolled off the trembling and creaking table, falling to the ground and more ink bled black through cloth.

Taehyung pressed a kiss from the base of her neck right to the tip of chin, creating a trail fuelled by every hour he had ached from their distance. His thrusts still moved with such ease as if it was his own breath in and out.

Althea’s dark hair matted to her temples as she reached out and rubbed her clit, watching him move as they desperately chased their release. The table creaked and shifted as their moans mixed into a delightful strangled song.

Taehyung felt himself unravel like a spring uncoiled, his hips jerking into her as he spilled the release so terribly needed. He let out a shaky moan against her lips.

Althea continued to rub her clit, feeling the coil of her coming climax tighten as Taehyung kept thrusting slowly to guide her. Her walls then clenched around him, moans struggling out of her throat as she rested her forehead on his shoulder, feeling the waves of her ecstasy and bliss.

Taehyung kissed her cheek and temple, pushing the matted strands gently back. “I love you,” he muttered. “Above all else, all of this. Never forget that.”

Althea met his gaze with glossed eyes as she cupped his neck and nodded. “I love you too.”

-

Hoseok had officially surrendered and the peace treaty between Southern Hills that could have been was null and void. Silence wasn’t a good thing amongst the wolf kingdoms but it was enough for Taehyung and Althea to rethink their defense measures for the future.

Taehyung had a few plans placed in the morning at the war table, specifically focused on the Northern Valley territory. Althea’s home. He felt far more relaxed in these days of aftermath, especially now that he was able to feel Althea’s presence in his chambers once more.

“What is this?” Althea asked as she stepped into the council room, eyes fixed on the familiar trail lines of Northern Valley.

Taehyung gestured to the flag points on the map. “Plans to rejuvenate your old territory.”

Althea’s eyes flickered up to him, a mix of shock and perhaps a bit of suspicion that Taehyung caught momentarily. “Are you serious?”

“You can fix it how you wish but a memorial stone won’t mean much if we just left this territory to ruin.” Taehyung shook his head. “The place is already yours by birthright but it will be yours by name this afternoon. I’m having the papers prepared.”

“And your…parent’s legacy?” She asked, her voice low and careful though the brewing softness in her eyes were unmistakable.

“It’s not their legacy anymore,” Taehyung said calmly. “It’s ours now. And I want us to have a proper alliance. With both our clans tied as it was meant to be.”

Althea’s expression softened fully now, tears burning and glistening at her eyes. She walked over and rested her head on his chest into an embrace. Taehyung welcomed the affection, hugging her firmly, forming the foundation and ground they will soon walk on.

At the sound of his heartbeat against her ear, Althea knew her reluctance was not for nothing. There was hope and goodness here despite the darkness that clouded their past. It was enough for her to finally let out a breath and ease back into a comfort once lost.

<< prev | the series ends here.

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diamond trail I — myg

Plot: The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Yoongi x Consigliere!Y/N

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Mafia | Marriage | Mature Themes/Fluff/Smut

Tags & Warnings: criminal activities, mentions of past abuse (outside of the pair), explicit smut (spanking and very brief anal play), mild violence, coarse language.

Authors Note: it’s here friends!! i’m still a little rusty in terms of writing fanfiction after a while so please be kind lmaoo

A huge thanks to @casuallyimagining​ and @aroseforyoongi​ for helping with the proofreads! 

Gold Dust held patronage of all heads in the underworld, allowing them to orchestrate the most exclusive and grandest auctions. You and Yoongi walked through the vault doors, hands intertwined with one another as two suited guards led you down the velvet lined stairs. Your footsteps silenced amongst the beating music of the club above. Your chest relaxed as soon as the soothing violins and piano touched your ears in the underground facility. Black marble walls and pillars encased you along with the sea of Italian silk suits and satin gowns.

Yoongi huffed at the very sight of them. All of these blank slates were products of a long-running nepotism. He might’ve been the only one alive who succeeded a popular gang leader. Then again, his father lived far too long for his own good and had way too many wives to be considered human.

What annoyed him further was the organization. Only the benefactors received private booths. The non-patrons had to be squeezed in with a potential rival in order to provide more benefits for the ones funding these events.

The suited guards stopped at the front booth on the right. Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek until it almost drew blood when he saw their seating partner.

“Min! Didn’t expect to see you crawl out of your hole.” Kim Namjoon wore the smile of a champion with the attitude of a diseased rat. Since he was part of the three oldest gangs alive, there was much respect to be handed to the man. Except Yoongi had no interest giving him the satisfaction.

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ramen bullets — myg

RAMEN BULLETS | Min Yoongi | Drabble | Requested by Anon.

Plot: Yoongi had been good at avoiding conversations regarding commitment because of his career. Until his career forces him to face his own reality. Pairing: Gang Leader!Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Mafia Type: Drabble Rating: M Word Count: 1.7k Warnings: gun violence, blood, murder, gang war Author’s Note: new drabble, friends! hope you enjoy!

Kiku prided in being a patient person especially when it came to slower moving relationships. Even she felt the anxious rush when boyfriends wanted too much within a small time period. She would never force the same pressures on someone else and Yoongi was someone special to her. Kiku had met Yoongi in a warehouse rave, enticed by his captivating rasped voice and dark eyes that seemed to hold all your secrets in them.

In the dimly lit place, Kiku couldn't help but be drawn to Yoongi's magnetic presence. He moved through the crowd effortlessly, his every step seemingly choreographed to the pulsating beat of the music yet he didn’t have to dance. It was strange how much Kiku was swayed by him.

Yoongi was reserved but attentive. Playful but always understood when to be serious. It was a tantalising combination. One problem was that he liked his relationships slow. Not just slow but nearly stagnant and steady. Which would’ve been fine but Kiku realised that they had been together for two years now with little to no conversation about what they wanted with one another. Kiku couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness and uncertainty despite her struggle to be patient.

Yoongi reassured her with small gestures. He kissed her, doted on her and made her feel happy and secure. Just not sure. Kiku often feel into moments of worry everyday that at one point, a text will come that Yoongi wanted to leave her, that he would never come over again or worse she would see her with someone else. Silly worries, she knew. But they lingered and when they lingered, they grew stronger and perhaps a little hurtful.

Today, she felt a little better. Yoongi had invited her to a small ramen restaurant in the tiny streets of Seoul amongst the clusters of other hotpot and snack stalls.

The dingy neon lights of the city streets reflected the nervous beacon of Kiku's excitement and slightly anxiety, shimmering in her mind as she battled the dual emotions. She wore her favourite cotton dress, a deep green kimono with yellow flowers, her hair down.

Yoongi was already there, wearing a printed shirt, silver brackets and rings gleaming on his hand, his black hair long to the nape of his neck and a little wavy. He conversed with what looked to be the owner. The tone seemed serious until he turned to see Kiku at the entrance. A smile formed on his face.

Her heart soothed as she locked eyes with Yoongi, his smile sending a wave of comfort and warmth through her body. It was those small things that kept her going but a sensible part of her knew she had to start asking questions.

“I’ve ordered already, he doesn’t like menus.” Yoongi gestured, softly touching the small of her back and letting her sit at one of the tables rested against the wall.

Kiku felt a sense of familiarity as she sank into the plush seat, her body tingling from Yoongi's gentle touch. Memories of all their dates seemed to rush as if things had ended but Kiku liked what she had. But no. The talk had to happen.

The harsh greenish light from the restaurant painted them a murky colour, making it discomforting her strangely familiar. She mustered the courage to speak. "Yoongi, we need to talk," Kiku said, trying to match the confidence in her voice with the determination in her heart. But he watched her so closely, so intently. What if she sounded ungrateful?

What if her words shattered the delicate balance they had created? It was nice. He was good to her, loving.

“What is it?” Yoongi said.

Kiku took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I've been thinking a lot lately," she began, her voice wavering slightly. “We’ve been together for a while, right?”

“Yeah?” Yoongi replied, his brows furrowing in concern.

“And it’s been amazing but I was wondering…what the intentions are.” Kiku cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably as she brushed her dress.

Yoongi's expression softened, concern mingling with a hint of uncertainty. “Intentions? Are you…not happy with this?”

Kiku shook her head frantically, reaching out and gently holding his hand. "No, no, that's not what I meant," she said, squeezing his hand and sneaking a finger under his bracelet.

“Ramen,” the owner said and placed the comforting steaming ramen bowls in front of them.

She took a deep breath, gathering herself before continuing. “I really care about you but we haven’t talked on what this is exactly.”

“I told you we were taking it slow,” Yoongi defended, gentle but there was a small finality to it that pricked her.

“It’s been two years. I know labels aren’t important but I’d like to know what the commitment is here.” Kiku kept a hold on his hand even though he saw distress spread across his face.

“Kiku, this is kind of a bad time to mention all this stuff.” Yoongi let out nervous laughter and Kiku noticed a crack beneath the firm and loving demeanour he had. He looked discomforted by her declarations.

She had patience. She knew she had patience but her resolve was breaking. The blurry future and security of this relationship made her uneasy and a little dizzy. “You’ve been really good to me and I’ve done my best to be good for you. But if this isn’t something you actually want—“

Yoongis eyes flickered to the side for a split second, widening in shock before he yanked onto her arm and pulled her close. Dragging the table to the side as gunshots thundered against it. Scalding pains touched her hand and Yoongis palm as the ramen splashed to the ground. Still better than a gun wound to the back of her head.

“Are you hurt?” Yoongi asked in a whisper.

Kiku shook her head. “What’s happening?”

“A fucking asshole,” Yoongi grunted. “Stay close to me.”

Kiku shifted closer to him, placing a hand on his back. Another round of gunshots deafened her, leaving a remnant of ringing in her ears.

Yoongi reached behind him and pulled out a gun, hiding between his back and the hem of his pants. A click sound. Then silence. In a swift flash of motion, Yoongi shot three rounds, reaching back again and pulling Kiku towards the cashier counter.

Another round of bullets burst her ears but she stifled a scream, adrenaline both making her tremble and incredibly calm at the same time. Kiku saw the owner prepare a shotgun.

“You said this place was neutral,” Yoongi rasped to the owner.

“Not anymore clearly,” the owner said with a frustrated sigh. “Get inside the kitchen.” He gestured. “There’s a gun under the second sink. Keep it.” He spoke directly to Kiku.

“She’s not part of this,” Yoongi said in a serious tone Kiku rarely heard.

“If you don’t want her to die, give her the damn gun.”

Yoongis jaw tightened before the owner got to his feet and started shooting. With a grunt, Yoongi grabbed onto Kiku’s arm and rushed through the curtains into the harshly lit kitchen.

Kiku took a deep breath to soothe herself, eyes gazing towards the steel tables and counters glinting against the greenish lights. She stopped at the second sink, freshly cleaned for the night. Opening the cupboard, she moved her hand around and felt the weapon taped to the top. She pulled it off, her heart racing even faster.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi asked, reloading the gun with more bullets. “You don’t need to do that.”

“He said it’ll keep me safe,” Kiku said as Yoongi rushed closer.

Yoongi sighed, looking more and more uncomfortable at the sight of her holding a gun. “Look, this is really dangerous. If they see you shooting them, they’ll remember you.”

“Who’s they?” Kiku asked.

The curtains pushed open but it wasn’t the owner. A man with tattoos on his neck and a cut on his nose pointed a gun right towards the back of Yoongi’s head.

Panicked, Kiku raised the gun and pulled the trigger before Yoongi noticed. Blood splattered from the skin of the man’s neck, staining the wall behind him as he fell to the ground. Eyes widened, her hands began to tremble, chest rising and falling yet the panic transformed. A sweet sense of adrenaline passed through her. It wasn’t all pleasurable but it wasn’t all bad either.

“Hey,” Yoongi inched closer, gently cupping her cheek to meet his gaze and not the man with his jugular splattered over the kitchen corner. “Baby. . .you okay?” He muttered softly.

Kiku nodded, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips. “I’m good. Are you okay? Did you get shot?”

“No, thanks to you.” Yoongi smiled, thumb and index finger holding her chin before gently taking the gun from her and placing it on the table. Sweat formed beads at the edges of his hairline, skin glistened slightly and his forehead wrinkled.

The owner pushed through the curtain with a loud sigh and made a noise when he saw the man. “Jesus, not in my kitchen.” He kicked away the man’s leg. “This gang war of yours needs to end soon. I need customers.” He cursed, wiping the blood splatters from his cheek and walking away.

“Gang war,” Kiku said as her stomach began to calm. “You’re in a gang.”

Yoongi sighed, placing his own gun onto the table. “I wanted to keep you away from it but things have gotten worse lately.” He ran his fingers through his hair, black hair shining as he leaned at the edge of the table. “It’s why I didn’t want to. . .I couldn’t move forward with this because it meant you getting dragged into this mess every day.”

Kiku couldn’t help but smile as her heart swelled in relief. “Do you want to be with me or not?” She stood in front of him, playing with one of his shirt buttons.

Yoongi’s eyes flickered from her eyes down to her lips. “I want you.”

“Then I’ll just need to get better at using a gun,” Kiku said, tracing her hand from his chest to his shoulders, wrapping her arms around them.

Yoongi chuckled, holding onto her waist. “Looked like you were pretty good at it already.”

“So we can make this a bit more official?” Kiku tilted her head.

Yoongi nodded, nose brushing hers before he kissed her. “I’m all yours.” 

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pacify her — myg

Plot: An impulsive and tumultuous marriage of seven years is coming to suffocate Yoongi when his heart falls onto the lap of another. 

Pairing(s): Producer!Yoongi x Singer!OC (Name: Kiku) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 4.2k 

Genre: Affair AU | Angst 

Tags & Warnings: slightly aged up yoongi, mentions and implications of smut, rough divorce, alcohol, infidelity, screaming, fight, possessiveness, manipulation, threats of blackmail

Authors Note: another yoongi fic! this is a older one from before my break that I’d put aside. Let me know what you think and hope you enjoy! 

Yes, it was bad. There was no way Yoongi could even attempt to make something righteous or pity inducing out of the situation. Yet at some point, the guilt lost its potency and it became a dulled routine.

Early morning arrives as he gives a quick kiss on the cheek to his wife, the light hint of whiskey in her aura. She had blonde hair, a little frizzy yet straightened.

In a physical sense, she was beautiful. Of course she was. A gorgeous singer in her prime; blue eyes and dyed blonde hair with a smile that could swoon anyone. Even him.

Ruffling through his raven hair, silver earrings glimmered in the morning light as he grabbed the black coffee from the white marble counter. Yoongi remembered having to tell her that he was going to be out late. But that was a known fact at this point between them. He usually just left a moment of silence and then Selene would tell him to have a good day. Like a pair of dolls in a child’s dollhouse simply going with the flow of their unseen master.

Yoongi walked out of their mansion to notice Jungkook already leaning against the black Sedan. The grey light indicated it must’ve been around five in the morning. He would have to get to the studio at around nine. As the years went by and Yoongi became a respected name in the industry, the need to pull all-nighters were minimal. He went to work at a decent time and came back somewhere around midnight. By that time, Selene would’ve passed out drunk on the bed or couch.

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Heeyyyyyaaaa, could you plss do an angst JK fic where he’s Y/n’s husband and is unfaithful? I’m a sucker for angst hahaha

The emotional rollercoaster I went through imagining this scenario, jesus freaking christ, I'm almost tempted to make this a series

Pairing(s): King!Jungkook x Queen!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Genre: Royal AU | Marriage AU

Tags & Warnings: infidelity, cheating, lots of crying and screaming, jungkook is something else dude, sexual references and sexually charged scenes (non-explicit), anGST

This is continued into a lil series so if you like, check out the next part! 

Summer mornings made Belle remember the year of her marriage. It made her happy before, recalling the memories of the handsome Prince Jungkook taking her hand in marriage. She was only a young, blushing princess who'd walk around in pink veils and look at the world with glittering eyes. They had so much time together. Jungkook would take her riding into the forest, they'd walk the gardens together or talk in front of the fire.

When Jungkook became King, those things became a luxury than a regular activity. Belle couldn't remember the last time she and Jungkook spent a day together without any interference. It wasn't possible but god was it needed.

Jungkook looked more tired and fell right to sleep every night. The more he listened to issues of the kingdom, the less he smiled for everyone's convenience.

The downward trail of the King, they said. Jungkook would eventually lose all sense of his true self to become embodiment of a feelingless monarch.

Feeling the heat against her skin, Belle decided to take matters into her own hands. Her duties would not begin until later in the afternoon and the hearing of the King must've ended once the sky was bright. Picking the skirt of her green dress, she made her way to the private room in the main castle where Jungkook would relax before moving onto other duties.

Perhaps they could go riding and postpone some duties. Or they could just stay in the private room like they used to on breaks. Her heart pounded in excitement, feeling like a young princess for a few seconds as she ran across the hallways to Jungkooks' private room.

"My love!" Belle called out gently as she opened the door. Her grin quickly dropped, stomach lurched and heart sunk into an endless pit.

All the naivety dissipated as she saw a creme dress and blonde hair, sitting on Jungkooks' lap, plump lips latching off his jawline when she heard Belle come in. Jungkook moved his hands off the girls' waist, hair messy over his eyes.

The girl flushed red and jumped off his lap, bowing pathetically and rushing out of the private room.

She let out a small shaky sigh, hand over her stomach; nauseated from the sight. "Why did you—"

Jungkook stood up and carefully walked towards her, his black shirt mostly opened to reveal his chest. "Belle..."

Belle shook her head, slamming the door shut. "You could've talked to me!" Eyes flooded with tears and her heart felt like it was being forced out of her chest. "I was sitting here for months thinking you were actually suffering and—" She leaned forward on the large wooden table as Jungkook inched closer.

"It was nothing serious—" Jungkook whispered in that same loving way. How tainted and dirty it sounded after what she just saw. He leaned his nose against her temple. "—my love—"

"Don't!" Belle pushed him away roughy. Her crown sliding off the side of her head, tears staining her cheeks and her breathing grew ragged. "Don't call me that and touch me when you still smell like her!" Her voice cracked.

Jungkook tightened his jaw, persisting to step closer. "I'm your husband."

"Mighty good one at that." Belle stepped back. "You drink, you never talk to me, you have your own chambers now, it's for fucking her, isn't it?" She gestured roughly to the door.

Jungkook almost towered over her. "No—"

"Don't lie to me! I've tried being a good wife and queen for you and your kingdom and you—" Belle pushed him further away again. "—go behind my back like common dog!"

Jungkook grabbed onto her hands this time, turning her around until his arm was locked around her body.

"Let me go!" Belle cried out.

"Shh..." Jungkook nudged his lips against her earlobe, another arm held over her chest to leave no distance between them. "Don't weep, please."

Belle only sobbed more, still trying to break away until her crown clanged on the table. Her curls hovered half her face. "Why—"

"I don't—I don't know why," Jungkook whispered. "Please, just don't cry." He buried her face against the crook of her neck.

Her breathing calmed for a moment as she softened into his hold. Jungkook took that second to kiss her neck.

Whether she was like this out of sheer exhaustion or actual peace was a debate to be had later. All Belle knew right now was no one was going to comfort her for something like this other than him. Her new Queenly duty.

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through the ruins II — kth

THROUGH THE RUINS | Taehyung | Series | Request or Original 

Original Request: Hi! Can I request a Taehyung and oc fic? Maybe werewolf/royal au. In which oc is abandoned at young age because of an attack. After many lonely years, she meets Taehyung only to find that it was his kingdom that attacked hers. Enemy to lovers please. Plot: As a final attempt to regain her birthright, a lost princess marries a powerful wolf lord. Pairing: Werewolf!Taehyung x Werewolf!OC (Name: Althea) Genre: Werewolf | Royal | Fantasy Type: Series Rating: 18+ (Explicit) Word Count: 2.3k Warnings (entire series): explicit smut, violence, blood. Author’s Note: sorry for such a long wait on this chapter. i only get so much time to make these fics anymore but i hope you enjoy this new part!

The room closed in on Althea’s blurring vision, a thick layer of unshed tears in her eyes.

Taehyung wiped off his dagger with an uninterested precision while the servant’s body lay limp in a puddle of his own blood.

Althea let out a trembling sigh, trying to step back as the blood threatened to soak through the hem of her dress. “Why did you lie to me?” she asked, her voice hoarse as tears finally escaped down her cheeks.

“I never lied,” Taehyung said without a hitch in his breath. “You never asked.”

Althea’s brows furrowed, reddened eyes flickered up to meet the ice in his expression. “I asked you about the stronghold.” Her tone sharpened even though it trembled ever so slightly as she finished.

Taehyung sighed through his nose, slow and long. “I suppose you did ask but what does it matter?”

“It matters to me, you kept my past from me,” she argued. The wisps of frustration nudged at the seams of her mind.

“To protect our future,” Taehyung said. “I don’t take pleasure in what my parents did to your kingdom, but I knew you would never agree to speak to me if not under peaceful terms. And yes…that meant hiding some things.” His gaze turned focused, searching through her expression down to the new tears falling down her cheek. He stepped over the servant’s body, barely missing the puddle under his boot.

As he moved closer, Althea took another tentative step back with her jaw clenched.

Taehyung paused, glancing down at his dagger and sheathing back into his belt. “You don’t honestly think I’m going to hurt you, do you?” he asked, a softness returning to his cold features.

Althea pushed down the instinctual urge to say no. To say that the Taehyung she knew would never hurt her and perhaps even the more guarded part of her believed this to be so. And yet, the walls remained high from years of having survive on damp streets, dark forests and seedy taverns. “If you wanted peace…then why this?” She let out a shaky sigh. “Why trick me into a marriage?”

Taehyung scoffed with a dark smile. “Trick you?” he asked. “I think you agreed quite willingly.” He stepped another inch closer. “Don’t act like this wasn’t a political step for you too. I know you.”

Althea pursed her trembling lips together, trying to hold onto the edge of one of the podiums as her heart twisted and her stomach churned. To some extent, he was right. Althea had specifically chosen someone that could keep her status as a Monarch, even though it ached how he spoke of it now. “It was a political step. But if you know me so well, then you could at least realize politics isn’t the reason why I’m angry.” Fresh tears burned in her reddened eyes. “I wanted to learn about my home.”

Taehyung’s expression flickered for a moment, face twitching ever so gently but he quickly tightened his jaw. “Your kingdom was treacherous.”

“You don’t have any right to speak of treachery,” Althea spat, a light grimace forming on her tear-stricken face.

“And now what?” Taehyung waved his hand in a dark tone, his voice full of shadow and rasp. “You take revenge on me for your parents?”

Althea could have done it. He was so close to her, she could have just ripped him to shreds with her claws and yet her body didn’t move. Anger still seared through her body but something else pushed down the dark urges that had kept her alive all these years. Taking a deep breath, she walked past him with a sniffle. “I will not stoop to your parents level,” she said, giving an apologetic glance to the dead body of the servant before making her way out of the room.

Taehyung sighed in frustration as the room was now silent with the remnants of Althea’s home artefacts and the dead body of the traitorous servant, limp in their drying blood puddle. He stared at one of the vases, the layer of dust covering the moon symbols.

Althea’s home kingdom was the oldest of all the old wolf clans. Their connection with the moon had been strong. For a weakened moment, Taehyung did wonder if his parents had truly done something irreversible. But then he thought better of it.

Taehyung stepped out of the room then, trying to breathe cleaner air in the hallway before ordering two servants to clean up the body discreetly. He tried not to feel too guilty over the body as it was carted away.

-

In the span of three aching days, Taehyung watched Althea keep her distance while maintaining a level of decorum in public occasions. There was a faint exhaustion behind her public persona, the skin under her eyes puffed. He could feel the weight of her emotions on his own spine, no matter how much he tried to push it down. To be the cold Monarch Wolf that understood all his power was a right, not a puddle of blood stained under his shoes.

Althea had secluded herself to her room while Taehyung couldn’t gather the confidence to bring her out. Dangerous thoughts fluttered in his mind. Doubt. Doubt of whether defending his parents till his dying breath was helping or hurting.

His advisor, Dong Ho, approached him during the third day while the sky was plump with clouds outside. Grey and looming through the painted windows of Taehyung’s ancestors. “I hear that Her Majesty has found out about our…shared history with her kingdom.”

Taehyung hummed mostly out of his own absentmindedness as he sipped on a cup of makgeolli that was just a bit too sweet on his tongue. “A servant decided to be a hero for the day,” he said.

“I understand your feelings for her are tender, sire, but perhaps we should start taking precautionary measures,” Dong Ho spoke carefully. “She could be dangerous.”

Taehyung thought on it for a moment, although niether his mind nor his heart ever fully dipped into that pool. He didn’t want to think of pushing Althea away, especially when she herself had not done anything in these past three days. “She won’t do anything drastic. If she wanted to, she would have. Focus on the alliance with the Southern Hills. This is…a personal issue.”

Dong Ho looked reluctant but gave a short bow. “Very well, sire.” He turned on his heel then and walked away, though there was a hesitation in the way he left the room.

Taehyung understood all too well the risk he had just taken by sparing Althea of any supervision or punishment. And yet the need to keep her close triumphed.

-

The rain pattered steadily outside, the force of the storm making the droplets on the windows tremble.

Althea brought a few of the vases and items from her home, placing them into her bed chambers as a way to preserve some of her legacy. She polished the moon symbol, watching them shine like she remembered them as a child. Her heart ached, remembering how her mother used to place her favourite blue dahlias in a rounded vase.

Althea wanted to be angry at Taehyung as a way to stab her fury into a connection to the people who murdered her parents. But Taehyung was also a child at that time. A child could have been told anything that could’ve blended into truth. Althea wondered if she had married a weak and complicit king or perhaps he was still a blinded son too wrapped up in duty. Though her anger returned, chiding her for trying to understand his perspective. He had still actively kept it from her, murdering a servant right in front of her just to prove a point.

The door opened as she was mulling over the moon symbol. She heard heavy footsteps and recognised Taehyung’s sigh but did not move to look at him. Althea’s curtain of hair blocked him from her view.

“You’ve been busy,” Taehyung said, his tone cold as ice and in match with the tremor of the rain outside. “Do you plan on cluttering your entire bedroom with artefacts?”

Althea didn’t respond, purposefully. She kept her eyes on the moon symbol. “My mother used to have these kinds of vases,” she said simply and it spread a leaden silence in the room.

“If this is some way to make me guilty, you can save yourself the trouble,” Taehyung said, rolling his black sleeves up to his elbows.

“Not everything I do has to do with you.”

“And yet your silence towards me suggests that it does.”

“Silence goes both ways.”

Heavy footsteps echoed once more just as lightning spit the sky. Althea felt her hand grabbed roughly before she was turned to face his hardened gaze. The scent of amber was thick in her nose from his closeness. Such a familiar sight now seemed overwhelming until she was dizzy.

“When are you planning on letting this go?” Taehyung asked in a low rasp, his breath brushing against her face.

“Do you even believe in what they did?” Althea asked, eyes burning into him. “Truthfully.”

Taehyung’s jaw tightened, his grip tight on her wrist but not painful. “If I turn against them…it undoes everything.” The words felt like peeling his skin to expose a vein, asking for it to be pricked. “What’s left of me?”

Althea’s eyes softened to mimic her heart, strings spreading like vines wishing to embrace his. “Everything else.”

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he blinked slowly, his grip on her wrist slightly. There was a hint of frustration but also…relief in a way. He couldn’t control the words that came out of his mouth.  “What do you need me to do?”

Althea was a little taken aback by the question before she composed herself, clearing her throat. “Honour my people. I will stay by your side but I need you to acknowledge what happened.”

“Althea—” Taehyung spoke through gritted teeth, gruff but intimate.

“Not every person in that kingdom was treacherous. Perhaps my parents did something wrong but they were good to me too. And the servants, the stable boy who protected me, they were good people.” Tears burned in her eyes. “Honour them.”

Taehyung’s eyes softened then as his grip loosened, something more akin to affection than claim. “Alright.”

-

A memorial had been held to finally acknowledge the destruction of Althea’s home kingdom, which was later confirmed to have been known as the Western Valley, however it had been known as the Moon Clan during the first few generations.

Taehyung felt more exposed than he had ever been in front of his people. He tried not to look around too much, wondering whether he would be viewed as weak or a traitor to his parents.

Althea stood next him as a stone memorial was revealed to the crowd, a mix of solemn silence and tension still present between them. Something had softened between them but it wasn’t quite the usual closeness.

It was a partnership at best. An acknowledgement that this marriage meant…something. A weight present that they would not diminish so easily.

Their usual intimacy had not quite returned for Taehyung to assume beyond that.

Nor did Althea wish to take this as a quick fix either.

It was a start. That was all either could ask for.

-

“A new king?” Taehyung asked as an emergency council meeting had been called. The Southern Hills abruptly had coronated a new king. Prince Hoseok, one of the oldest but not the heir due to his more outdated beliefs on how wolves should be structured. Hoseok publicly stated that he wanted a stricter system where the Alpha Monarch was the leader of all. No councils, no advisors and no partnerships.

Althea still wore a black dress, taking a few days to truly mourn and remember what was lost when she had spent so many years just surviving by the teeth.

“He’s starting to incite rebellions at the outlying villages,” Dong Ho explained. “Apparently he’s giving people the chance to fight so they can become Gentry wolves.”

“He’s making them kill each other,” Althea said.

“Easy way to cause chaos,” Taehyung replied in a dark tone.

Althea looked down to the old wood of the table and the reddened marks on the war map near the outlying villages, flags of the Southern Hills cluttering and choking the region. Her eyes moved down to the western boundary where there was a clearing. “We can redirect his forces towards the border closer to the West, away from the villages.”

“How?” Taehyung asked.

“If his focus is narrowed down to having the final say, all you have to do is tire him out. Everyone else will follow,” Althea explained, tapping the open western border. “We can face him in the outlying villages and have him move out to a place with less civilisation.”

Taehyung looked a little taken aback, dark brow raised. “That’s actually a good idea.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t come up with one?” Althea asked.

“I didn’t think you’d be in the mood to help.”

Althea narrowed her gaze softly. “I have no interest in putting the people of this kingdom in danger.”

“Very well,” Taehyung said, yellow eyes flickering to Dong Ho. “Have Woo Seok ready the army.” He gestured to the door. “I’ll lead them out at first light.”

“I’m coming with you.”

Taehyung’s brows furrowed. “What?”

“You heard me.” Her tone was hardened. “I will not send you all out on a plan I made without facing the consequences of it,” she said.

“It will work.”

“And I wish to be there for it,” Althea said in a firmer voice. Her demeanour softened. “I have not acted as a proper queen as of late. I want to repair that,” she spoke with the awareness that Dong Ho was also watching her like a hawk.

Taehyung’s jaw tightened. “Fine. We’ll both ride out tomorrow.”

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neon smoke — knj

NEON SMOKE | Kim Namjoon | Oneshot | Requested by Anon. 

Original Request: Hiii! I have been a fan of yours since break my mind's eye ❤️ Can I request for Namjoon x female reader. I loooove reading angst so make it as much angsty you want for a deranged woman like me :) I am not sure about the exact idea but you can make it either mafia au or e2l. Thank you ❤️ Plot: Namjoon carries out a dangerous love affair. Pairing: Drug Dealer!Namjoon x Mafia Princess!OC (Name: Minnie) Genre: Mafia Type: Oneshot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.1k Warnings: violence (guns, blood & gore), minor character death, mentions of drugs, organised crime, sexual content (rough, anal, choking, unprotected, fingering). Author’s Note: not quite the deranged level imo but I hope you enjoyed this! I've posted this while dead tired and sleep drunk atm, it's been a hell of a week so let me know if there are any major posting issues in the fic I've missed. Other than that, thank you for reading!

Requests are open until Oct 1st! Send yours ideas in!

The den closed when midnight swelled. A dingy green painted the rooms and any pungent smell that was ignored during the day fumed thickly in Namjoon’s nose. He found the silence haunting without the workers in the underground or the runners scuttering across the plastic carpet floors. Except there was a peace to it and the familiarity that the silence won’t last too long.

He heard Minnie’s footsteps echo through the door before she knocked four times. Kwan, his right hand man, usually ate dinner during this time and Namjoon made sure it was that way. Except he thought it was some girl Namjoon took an interest to and not the sister of Don Leon, his own boss.

Minnie opened the door when Namjoon responded. He saw the shine of her black heels before she appeared into the room. She wore a pretty red silk dress, delicate pearls around her neck, dark hair thick and curled with a black coat over her shoulders. Her lips, red like blood, smiled as she closed the door behind her. “I saw you hired a new girl. She almost kicked me out.”

Iseul was Namjoon’s new runner. Namjoon forgot to mention that he had a visitor every night, but he wasn’t too afraid of Minnie handling her own.

“Did she recognise you?” Namjoon asked.

“Clearly not, she was very protective of you.” Minnie smirked, stepping closer and leaning herself at the edge of his desk. She shrugged off her coat at the heat of the room compared to the night outside. The red dress had pinstripe sleeves, one of them shyly trailing off her shoulder before she fixed it.

“I didn’t get the chance to explain it to her,” Namjoon said, keeping his eyes on the computer as he had been for hours. Entering data and ensuring every sell was called for. “Your brother has been working us hard.”

“He wants to impress the buyers in China.” Minnie shrugged. “I told him rushing it was going to be a detriment but you know him.”

Namjoon hummed. “At least he’s not asking us to cut the pure stuff.” That was usually when problems began and he had enough scars to know they were never pretty results.

Minnie stayed silent for a moment. “I wouldn’t hold my breath. He’s done impulsive things before.”

As soon as Minnie and Leon’s father passed away, Leon made it his mission to overproduce his supplies so he could get more American and Chinese allies. Except all that forced scheduling made it difficult to keep strong ties with the Japanese and Korean allies. If Leon kept going this way, they would risk war with their age-old allies. Yet Minnie knew all this. Namjoon heard their fights before and Leon’s stubbornness that needed to be crushed for days before it showed cracks.

Namjoon rested back on the chair, as it squeaked in response. “So more runners and dealers.”

“Pretty ones.” Minnie gave a teasing smirk.

Despite the risk that came with seeing Minnie, Namjoon found strange comfort in it. At first, guilt choked him after laying with her, slick with sweat and the smell of sex around them in the hotel room. But then it became habitual and only a few months later, Namjoon looked forward to her visits even if it didn’t always end the same.

“Do you have a problem with Iseul?” Namjoon asked, mainly as a jest to keep her smiling.

Minnie lifted her shoulders, moving off the table and stepping towards Namjoon. Her thigh gently brushed against the back of his fingers. “No. No problem.” She snuck onto his lap, long nails tracing the side of his neck. “Just checking.”

His hand traced up her thigh, grazing just softly on her skin so it raised gooseflesh. “I mean she is pretty now that you’ve mentioned it.” A smirk curled at his lips.

Minnie pouted. “Then I suppose you don’t need me to warm your lap.” She tried to lift off him but his grip tightened, nails digging through her clothes until she gasped lightly.

“Keep that ass right here,” Namjoon said, nose brushing against her jawline.

Minnie giggled, tracing one of her nails down his neck and chest as he felt a tingle down his spine.

Namjoon bit into the skin of her neck until she let out a small whimper. The tip of his nose trailed up to her chin before she took her bottom lip between his teeth. Sinking in until it hurt before letting go, watching how it turned crimson.

A whimper left her lips, eyes blown out in lust as her face twisted to something that no one would ever see outside this door.

Minnie chuckled, cupping his cheek and kissing him. Her lips hot and raw from his bite as her hips swayed, feeling him harden under her thighs. “Excited all of a sudden?” she asked.

“You were late today,” Namjoon said, tracing his fingers up the length of her spine until she shivered.

Minnie hummed as she straddled him. Her warm core perfectly placed atop his taut cock. Arms wrapped around his shoulders while his hands instinctively cupped her ass, squeezing and pushing her to grind against him. “You missed me?” It was a whisper, sweet and teasing.

Namjoon didn’t notice but his lips stretched into smile, full of affection and perhaps a terrifying pinch of worship. He hooked her panties to the side, taking a sneaky touch between her cheeks and feeling something cold with the shape of a gem. “Seems you were more prepared than me.” He held onto the buttplug, gently moving it as she moaned into his mouth.

“You know you like it,” she said.

“I do.” Namjoon brushed his fingers through her thick curls, the soft scent of roses enticing to move closer and consume himself with it. He lifted to his feet, carrying her with him as she let out a small giggle.

Namjoon lay her down on the chair and pushed it to recline. Minnie spread her legs, hanging them over the arms so she give him the best view. A hungry smile graced her features as she watched his fingers rub over her throbbing clit. He pushed his middle finger into her slick entrance, making her feel full.

Minnie threw her head back, relishing in the gentle waves of pleasure. Her thick curls bunched beautifully at her shoulders as the thin straps of her dress hugged her arm.

His fingers glistened as he spread her arousal all over her cunt. Namjoon’s other hand gripped her neck, squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch. He pushed two fingers into her, pistoning mercilessly into her.

Minnie let out a choked scream as the edges of her climax closed in.

Namjoon loosened his grip on her neck so she let out a deep, heaving breath. Minnie held onto her thighs, watching him maintain his aggressive pace. Her vision blurred as her entire body melted into the pleasure he gave her, nothing but whimpered sounds leaving her lips.

Namjoon pulled his fingers out with a light squelch, rubbing her clit again with his thumb.

Minnie lifted her legs to her chest. Namjoon pulled out the buttplug, keeping his fingers inside her to keep her stretched as he put it away. He pushed into her entrance, tight and maddening. Minnie let out a whimper, smiling as he buried himself entirely.

He pushed his fingers inside her cunt, making her feel full and her mind cleared of nothing else but the pleasure that surged through her.

“Touch yourself, princess,” Namjoon spoke in a slight growl.

Minnie did as he asked and rubbed her clit, her wall clenching at the jolt of ecstasy from her sensitivity.

Namjoon pressed his forehead against hers, her legs over his shoulders. “Feel good?”

Minnie whimpered in response, trying to make words but it only came out in unintelligible sounds.

Namjoon chuckled breathlessly, pounding into her ass, moving the chair so it pressed against a wall. He grew relentless as his orgasm rushed to the edge. Hearing her reciprocate so deliciously to every one of his movements sent stars in his eyes. Heat rushed to his tip and his entire body, legs jerking and jolting as he filled his seed into her.

The chair creaked under the pressure, melding with the sounds of Minnie’s whimper and the scream under her breath. A laugh passed her lips as Namjoon caught his breath. “I should be late more often.” She grinned.

-

Two days had passed with a better mood. The days still filled with endless schedule clutter but at the very least he was able to get a handle on it without a headache. Minnie had to visit every second or third day instead of the usual which put a slight downer on his mood but during the visits she did come in, she made up for the lack of time.

It was only a month later where things rot.

The doors burst open to Kwan in the darkest hour of the night. His clothes soaked in blood as he shuffled to safety. Eyes hooded as he tried to open his mouth to say something but only stumbled.

“What happened?” Namjoon asked.

Kwan let out a shaky sigh, holding onto his shoulder to keep himself up. “Korean gang members. They were sent to ambush the warehouses.”

Namjoon called for Seokjin in as he lifted Kwan onto the table, helping him lay down as his blood left a trail from the entrance to his own feet.

Kwan kept heaving, groaning as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“Do you know why?” He asked in a gentle tone, not wanting to pressure him but he needed to know. His den or warehouses were never attacked. Not since Leon started yanking at his strings.

Kwan groaned again in response as Seokjin walked into the front entrance. Without a word, he laid his out tools and began taking pieces of the bullet out of his wound.

“They didn’t get their full supply. Leon. . .” Kwan kept speaking but it only ended in a cough, blood at the edge of his lips. “Sorry, boss.”

“Give him time to breathe, Joon,” Seokjin said. His brows were far too scrunched for Namjoon’s comfort.

The bleeding wasn’t stopping and Namjoon could practically hear the heartbeat resounding in the room.

Namjoon touched Kwan’s shoulder. Part of him wanted to speak more, in the hope that Kwan would come up with a joke or something to reassure him that he was going to be fine. But he knew this wasn’t that kind of business. “Alright. Get him better.”

Iseul stood at the archway leading up to the private rooms, tears filling her eyes as she watched Kwan get patched up.

Namjoon patted her arm. “He’ll be okay.” He said to her but mostly to himself.

Fate didn’t give them that kind of luck, however.

Namjoon and Iseul sat near the kitchens, silently at first but Iseul’s shaking fingers and body legs got her to speak.

“That woman probably attracted them to us,” Iseul said with poison lacing her voice. “She’s too close to Leon and they must’ve known she’s coming to us.” Her reddened eyes kept a gaze on the floor.

Namjoon rested back on his chair, the chair squeaking back as he watched one of the den members clean up the floors. “This was bound to happen. Leon was snagging his connections too much.”

“But they came to us,” Iseul said. “We don’t get into the spotlight. We’re not even the biggest den. It’s her. I’m telling you, it’s her.” She built a wall over her words, ensuring that Namjoon didn’t push through and try to convince her.

Before Namjoon could respond, Seokjin stood with a solemn expression before walking towards them, stammering. “There was a bullet shard that pierced his heart.” His throat bobbed up and down.

Iseul’s breathing grew ragged as they both watched Kwan’s still body. Sobs left her body as she rushed to Kwan.

“This can’t go on, Namjoon,” Seokjin said in a lower voice. Namjoon wasn’t sure whether he meant the affair with Minnie or the situation with Leon but knowing Seokjin, he knew he meant both. “We thought having Minnie was going to keep us safe and our business going. Now this.”

It sounded wrong the way he spoke those words. Namjoon knew he only pursued Minnie for reasons aside from the den. The fact that they were safe this whole time was just a coincidence. But he never predicted that it would now cause more harm than good. Namjoon’s breath turned ragged.

Seokjin was right. This has to end.

-

Minnie came to his room today after four days of not speaking to him. No smile on her face. “I heard about an ambush.” Her tone was so soft and loving. “Was your den involved?”

Namjoon had been drinking to calm himself down but it didn’t seem to help. It probably made it worse. “Yeah, it was involved. Kwan’s dead.”

Minnie walked to him and touched his shoulder. It was so warm and genuine but part of him was still determined. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ve tried to send contact to Leon but he’s not answering,” he said. “Where have you been for the last few days?” Namjoon looked up at her, eyes burning from how tipsy he had become.

“Leon kept inviting me to his meetings,” Minnie explained. “He’s trying to marry the daughter of a Chinese Don.”

Frustration nipped at him. While his dens were suffering, Leon was off to marry a foreign ally with no care. “His own local allies are turning against him.” His words turned sharp and cutting.

Minnie stammered, reaching out to touch his hand. “I’m trying to talk to him.”

He pulled his hand away, standing up to his feet. “Well, you’re not fucking trying hard enough, are you?” Namjoon seethed, his heart aching as Minnie stepped back.

“What Leon’s doing is stupid but these things take time.” Minnie shook her head.

“So you’ll wait until innocent people die before you start actually doing things?” Namjoon walked over to her, towering over her. “You’re no better than your fucking brother.”

Minnie’s expression hardened, not stepping back anymore. “When you work in a place like this, death is a risk you’re taking. Don’t place the blame on me.”

“The blame is on you because you should’ve kept us safe,” Namjoon said. “You come waltzing in here, I expect you to ensure we’re not at risk for attack. Otherwise, don’t fucking come back here.” He wanted her to be angry. He wanted her to cry and scratch at him for only wanting this affair for his own benefit.

Minnie’s face quickly turned to steel, posture straightening as she intertwined her fingers together. “I’ll inform Leon about the casualties and see what he can do for changes,” she said. “You want me to relay anything else?”

Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat. “No.”

Minnie hummed. “Alright.” She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving a suffocating ache in Namjoon’s chest.

-

A month had passed. No attacks. Iseul had convinced herself that it was Minnie’s fault but Seokjin calmly explained that there was something else going on since all the Korean gangsters were staying quiet. When it was this much silence in the underground, a big event was about to happen.

As much as Namjoon hated it, Seokjin was right. News came a month and a half later on a piece of paper, handwritten.

Helmina Cordon and Jung Hoseok are engaged to marry on the 27th of November. No weaponry or negotiations permitted in the reception.

Namjoon’s body burned, fingers squeezing the delicate paper as if perhaps he was just dreaming. He was thankful that only Seokjin was in the room so he let his hands shake before curling his fingers into fists.

“With the Min family connected to the Jung family, the Korean gangs aren’t going to touch us,” Seokjin said, trying to make some light out a situation that suffocated Namjoon. “This is good. We wanted this. Jung Hoseok is a precise drug lord, him with Minnie’s organisation and influence will help us get back on track.”

“Right,” Namjoon said, partially focusing on his words.

Seokjin took a breath to say something but sighed in slight defeat. He patted his shoulder and left him to his cluttered lonesome.

This had to happen. What did Namjoon even expect? That Minnie was going to be with him forever with no consequences whatsoever? Of course, she had been holding back marriage proposals. That was the quickest, simplest way to solve most alliance problems. All Namjoon had to do was take it for granted, as if their relationship was immune. When in reality, it was hanging on the balance of how much Minnie trusted him and how much he trusted her.

Now it was gone. And he was cordially invited to watch it all rip away from him.

-

Seokjin accompanied Namjoon to the wedding reception. The ceremony had been private to the two families but the reception was open to whoever was significant enough in the underworld. Despite Iseul’s assumptions, Namjoon’s den had some traction with Cordon family especially with Minnie’s connection to them.

Namjoon pushed that thought down quickly, not wanting to be reminded of how much of his success was also attributed to her.

They entered the event hall, glittering chandeliers reflecting against the freshly polished marble floors. Tables scattered all throughout covered in white linen and a pianist spread delicate notes through the halls.

He didn’t want to but his eyes did look for her in the front tables. And much to his own misery, he saw Minnie.

She wore a pretty white silk dress, transparent lace gloves, her hair curled beautifully and her lips painted in deep red. While Don Leon sat on the right, ordering another round of drinks. He had the same thick curly hair, cut to his ear and a small build but silvery and convivial demeanour. A man on Minnie’s left was whispering in her ear, making her smile. Jung Hoseok, clad in a deep blue suit and a dahlia in his breast pocket.

Namjoon hated that he could tell Minnie’s smile was calculated and not real. He hoped and prayed that she looked genuinely happy but this was a business transaction. And she smiled just like it was business so they looked the part.

“Just say hello, stay at your table and pass the time,” Seokjin said as if reading his subconscious instincts to walk right up to her and tell her to stop.

As they padded closer to the main table, Seokjin gave a brief bow to Leon and Namjoon followed a minute later.

“It’s good to see you again, Kim,” Leon said, that same silvery tone. This has been his fault. If Leon had just kept the schedules reasonable then none of this would’ve happened. Yet it was Minnie who Namjoon put the blame upon and it was Minnie who took it. “I was hoping this occasion might lift your spirits a little.”

His chest squeezed but he lowered his head again. “I appreciate it, sir.” Namjoon’s eyes flickered to Minnie who kept a neutral expression on her face. He forced a small smile and gave a bow. “Congratulations on the engagement.”

Minnie smiled, still not a hint of joy in her eyes that merely glimmered from the chandelier light. “Thank you.”

Seokjin patted his back as they walked back to their table and Namjoon was ready to drown into a bottle.

-

Minnie needed to excuse herself. She tried to count the minutes before Namjoon walked away. Struggled past an hour or two of smiling until her cheeks screamed for her to stop lying so much. Eventually after the third hour, Minnie rushed off to the powder room. It was a large expanse with floor to wall mirrors, crushed velvet chairs with the colour of violet and the same pretty white marble floors that led up to the actual restrooms.

She stayed near the mirrors, staring at herself. Minnie had flowed along the path this past month, hoping her numbness would turn to resilience as she agreed to this economic marriage. But today, seeing Namjoon’s face melted her and it made her face the gruelling reality of what she was about to do permanently.

Minnie didn’t have to wait long to ruminate when Namjoon stumbled straight into the powder room. “This is the women’s room.”

Namjoon parted his lips in confusion before closing it. “No one else here, it’s fine.” He rested against the edge of the counter, next to her. He left enough moments of silence to make her uncomfortable.

To make her think and regret what she was doing which only made her angry. “What do you want?”

“How long has this been going on?” he slurred.

“We had a meeting two weeks ago.” Minnie kept her gaze in the mirror. “Having this alliance will help us gain trust with the Korean syndicates. Leon still gets to do what he wants with the foreign allies while I handle the locals.”

Namjoon hummed, not facing her either. “It’s a good deal.”

“It is.”

“Don’t take it,” he said and the entire room turned cold.

Minnie paused in her actions, her body freezing under the sudden request. Both in a yearning satisfaction of hearing Namjoon sound desperate but the anger of how filmy he considered their relationship. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking.” Namjoon shook his head.

Minnie sighed in frustration, trying to walk past him but Namjoon grabbed her arm. “Stop.”

“We’ll figure out a different way to deal with the Korean syndicates,” Namjoon said, leaning forward, his nose brushed against hers. The scent of whiskey hot in his breath.

“The alliance is already made.” Minnie tightened herself like steel, looking at the end of the room instead of him. “It’ll make things worse if I back down.”

“Then we’ll deal with it.” Desperation seeped in his tone. “It wasn’t your fault, okay? I’m sorry I ever implied that.” Namjoon rubbed both her arms, making her feel so comforted and loved yet so much more angry.

“It is my fault.” Her teeth gritted. “I took advantage of what I could do.”

“You were with me because we both wanted to.” Namjoon held her chin, soft and affectionate. “Both of us.”

Minnie’s chin quivered as the chills of the room melted into her chest, tears burning in her eyes. “Don’t do that now.” No more steel cut through her voice. Even if she desperately wanted to. “Please.”

Namjoon rested his forehead against hers. “You mean a lot to me.”

The whisper sent her into a frenzy. “Please.”

Namjoon pulled her chin closer, kissing her. Tongue pushed through her teeth as he pressed her against the edge of the counter.

Tears finally spilled down her cheeks as she felt the warm, sweet kiss on her lips. Every inch of Minnie wanted to keep going, to let him take her here. Even as Namjoon kissed down her neck, hot and wet, Minnie only relished in it.

Then sense kicked in.

She was engaged now.

“Stop, stop.” She pushed him off and Namjoon did as she asked, though brows furrowed and breath heavy. Minnie leaned against the counter, trying to catch her own breath. “Don’t do that. Not now, not anymore.”

Namjoon stammered, sighing in frustration as he roughly raked his fingers through his hair. “I said a stupid thing, are you really gonna upend your whole life just to spite me?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“Yes. You think I wasn’t taking a risk being with you?” Minnie asked.

“I know you were, I was just angry.”

Just angry. The alliances and things she had paused were crushed by Namjoon because of a burst of anger. It sounded pathetic yet that was the reality. Which was why Minnie had to keep that distance and let the thread between them tighten. “Well, this is not the fucking business for word slips. Your word is my trust in you.” Minnie poked at his chest. “Your word slips, I make changes.”

Namjoon let out a shaky sigh, his eyes now glossed. A rare sight which nearly broke Minnie for a brief, weak moment. “Then run with me.”

Minnie grimaced. “What?”

“Run with me. Leon isn’t going to give you the chair and you’ll be stuck being that douchebag’s little wife.” Namjoon gestured outside. “Just run with me.”

She shook her head in disbelief. Minnie knew he was drunk and angry but a part of her felt a painful ring of truth. Was this how Namjoon viewed her this whole time? Perhaps in this course of making a business transaction, she was making a good decision in distancing from Namjoon. “You really have no faith or respect in me, do you?” she asked.

Namjoon’s chest rose and fell. “That’s not what I meant, Minnie, please.”

“No. I’m done making things work for you,” Minnie said, a look of disgust on her face. “Run on your own.” She turned on her heel and walked back into the arms of her future husband.

The thread between them snapped. 

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golden lotus I — kth

Plot: Refusing and underestimating a warning from Time can have its prices. One God pays the worst of it.  Pairing(s): God!Taehyung x Goddess!OC (Name: Angel)  Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+ Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series Word Count: 6.9k  Genre: Romance Fantasy | Gods & Goddesses  Tags & Warnings: sexual content, violence, jealousy, obsession (not from main couple), character death (temporary)  Authors Note: I was reading through some old headcanons I answered on this account and it made me really happy how much people enjoyed this series. I know I tried to make it such a point to have this as an original story but reading this back, I love the characters made from the original and reading those headcanon just…really warmed my heart I don’t know how to explain it. Hope you like this surprise if you enjoyed the series and I appreciate you all so much, thank you for the support! 

A great tragedy will befall your kingdom were not the words a ruler wanted to hear on a beautiful, calm morning in the throne room. Unfortunately that was the fate Taehyung had to deal with when he claimed rule over the Gods and world below them. Every week the God of Time, Tempus walked into the halls of the sky palace to tell him how the future looked and what he could do about it.

What could he do about it?

Nothing.

The trick was Tempus spewed all these predictions to the high status of Gods but never really told them exactly what to do when the time came. His knowledge simply was to be noted and they would wait for the inevitable.

However Taehyung personally liked one prediction he was given when his father was still on the throne. Flowers and the beauty of life will be granted in your arms one day. With her gentle companionship, you both will rule the kingdoms above, at the center and in the depths forever.

The Nature Mother sprouted a young goddess soon after the prediction occurred. When her naked body landed on the soils, there grew a beautiful field of golden bride blossoms. A sign of life, love and prosperity. Goddess of Creation.

Taehyung looked down at the gold band around his ring finger with a small smile gracing his lips.

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lion and the fox I — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses.

Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU

Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity.

Authors Note: I really liked jungkook and my OC belle in this fic and I didn’t have the heart to change them into original characters so here you go, it has been placed back in Tumblr! hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot. 

“You can’t say things like that about him.” Hansuke’s gravelly tone rung into the room, cigar smoke flowing from his thin lips before he tapped it on the black glass ashtray.

Hoseok pressed his lips together, hugging the edited article to his chest as if it was a precious possession. The key to him making some kind of a name in this hell-hole of a city. It had been a bloody miracle just to be able to have his articles looked at by Tanaka Hansuke himself. Media Mogul of Gyeongseong. “Why not? You said using Jeon’s name might be able to help in gaining more reads.”

Hansuke sighed as he placed the cigar down; tie slightly loosened when the sun dipped into orange beneath the buildings to welcome the afternoon slump. “I mean using Jeon’s name in a positive light. We can’t piss off the most powerful man in Gyeongseong…especially when we don’t have physical proof unlike Kwon.” He gestured to the article.

Kwon Jiyong took a lot of death threats and corporate drunk pricks breathing on Belle until they both finally found enough physical evidence to lead the police into the prostitution ring. Of course they already knew where it was but the legal system needed a lot more convincing before they convicted a big contributor to their economy. Money surpassed justice.

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Hey author I loved ur " under the moonlight " ♥️♥️♥️♥️ can u give this story a part two but this time with the different ending where omega actually chooses to go with Taehyung and does ends up falling for him at the end too . It will be kind of obsessive lover or yandere ending .

This story will then have two endings one for fluff lovers and other for yandere lovers .

It's just a request rest is up to you.

Also when are u planning to write other parts of Taehyung's werewolf story , I'll be waiting .

I have lived all ur stories I have read till now , u really are an amazing author really I would love to read how u will proceed with the yandere ending of under the moonlight . Rest it's upto u it's just a request ♥️

Love LovE love and suport ♥️♥️♥️

Hi, thank you for liking my stories but my requests are closed so I can't accept this request. I also don't do alternative endings unless I feel it's absolutely needed for a story. Hope you understand.

Also with Through the Ruins, it will be delayed chapters as I don't have a lot of time to write fics anymore. I thought it was going to be monthly but unfortunately, it will be longer. I will let you know of any updates but otherwise, it'll be coming very slowly.

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jeweled sea I — kth

Plot: A princess without a kingdom ends up in a pirate ship 

Pairing(s): Pirate!Taehyung x Princess!OC (Name: Angel) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 5k+

Genre: Pirates/Fantasy | Fluff/Angst/Smut 

Tags & Warnings: drinking, mentions of trading people, explicit smut (in the next part), tiny bit of angst. 

Authors Note: another requested repost and one of my personal favourites! 

Endless horizons across the blue sea where all Taehyung could notice were the tiny islands perched in the midst of endless water and all he could taste were the salty winds. A whole year passed and every memory involved being on his favourite ship going who knows where. Their bellies full, pockets thick with gold but their bodies grew tired of the constant journeys. Which is why every year, pirate crews travelled to a remote island open to only them. Lawless, dirty, loud and full of scoundrels. But it was as home as it could be for the likes of them.

Taehyung stood at the quarter deck, eyes squinting a little in the sunny light beaming down on them, hot but a refreshing mixture with the coolness from the ocean. “How long till we reach the Severed Tail?” He asked his first mate, Namjoon who was manning the steer for the time being.

“We’ll be passing some secure waters.” Namjoon stared up at the sky for a moment. “It’ll take about a couple more days until we can reach there without any fights.”

The captain let out a deep sigh, looking over at his crew. It took no expert to realize that each member moved slower than before. Travelling for so long even for active souls like theirs took a toll on their energy and health at some point. “Alright. They’re strong. They can take a couple more days.” He patted Namjoons’ shoulder.

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sour plums and crowned paradise — knj

PLUM | the ripe, juicy and sometimes sour fruit represents hope, perseverance and finding beauty in adverse circumstances. 

plot: the king and queen had a loving relationship for many years until family tragedy ripped the tapestry they had so tenderly sown. 

pairings: namjoon x oc (name: helmina) 

genre: royal au | marriage au 

rating: mature

word count: 3k+

tags & warnings: both reader and namjoon are in their late thirties, side character death, parental grief, marital arguments, excessive drinking, talks of childbearing. 

fic information: the following story is part of the Summer Nectar series, an anthology based on fruits. this story is also submitted as part of the May @thebtswritersclub​ monthly project regarding ‘Hope’! 

author’s note: I’m so sleepy and tired right now and the ending of this is not my favourite but I made my first series! I’m excited for this project and I can’t wait for you to see what other pieces I have in store! Hope you enjoy this fic too somehow, it’s not my best work but I tried lol 

Threading the family tapestry brought Helmina the most peace during a long day. As soon as her crown was pulled off her head, she could relax her shoulders and focus on nothing but the colourful fabric intertwining with each other. The leaves of fall danced across the open window, the smell of cinnamon and ginger tea lingering in her nose.

Nights were quiet during this time of year. Everyone sat in their homes, near the fire, baking warm cakes and telling each other war stories or fairytales.

“Mummy!” The door burst open to her son, Amaranth running straight to her lap.

Helmina put the needle away, laughing before cupping her son’s cheeks and kissing the top of his head.

He looked like a small depiction of Namjoon, even down to his dimples and smile. Every time he burst through that door, he grew taller and taller. Today, at the age of twelve, he was nearly a head taller than Helmina while she sat. “Papa taught me how to shoot an arrow!” His eyes were bright and sparkling whenever he came back from a lesson.

Namjoon appeared inside the bedroom, wearing a loose white shirt and pants. Sweat glistening on his hair and cheeks made it clear that he’d been training much longer. Amaranth would always watch his father fight, fascinated by the idea of weaponry and war strategy.

Helmina wished she could sway him away from such things but she knew every royal child had to learn it. She placed him on her lap. He was getting heavy but it was worth the rare affection. Twelve was the age Amaranth had to stop being just her son and start being a crown prince.

“He did really well today too.” Namjoon’s heavy boots echoed in the chambers as he walked closer and tousled Amaranth’s hair.

Her son stared at her with his round, shining eyes again. “We’re going to hunt deer and then meet the soldiers at the border.” The grin was enough for Helmina to bite down any argument against the matter.

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coin flip I — jhs

Plot: A trained spy and assassin has to choose between his power-hungry brother and the benevolent Queen he’s falling in love with. 

Pairing(s): Butler/Spy!Hoseok x Queen!OC (Name: Rosyne) 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 10k

Genre: Royal | Angst | Smut 

Tags & Warnings: angst, nudity, explicit smut, pregnancy, hidden pregnancy, violence, minor character death 

Authors Note: fiNALLy managed to get some time to repost fics again. I know a few people really wanted this back so I hope you like it! 

The scene in between these ‘ ***** ’ are flashbacks. 

Kingdom of Wisteria took down their bright lavenders and hydrangeas, replacing them with wilted flowers to mourn the death of King Eirin. Instead of the vast streets of purples onlookers now welcomed browns and ash from the scared fires to send the royal spirit off to his rightful place in the afterlife. Though even with all these ceremonies, one question always swirled in the peoples’ minds whenever a leader died. When will the heir take her throne?

Rosyne has her legs hidden under her long, black dress as she sits on the cold wooden floors of the throne room. The black veil still over her head creating a safety blanket from the world. White handkerchief crumpled in her hand had light stains of pink from her makeup while the empty deep purple velvet throne towers over her even though it was a few feet away. “He left me too quickly.” She sniffles. “I don’t even know what happens in a coronation.”

Behind her stood the crown princess’ trusted butler and close advisor, Hoseok, hands clasps together as he watches her break down in front of him. “It’s just formalizing what you’ve already been doing.”

She scoffs lightly. “And what’s that?”

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l'amour de ma vie — myg

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE | Love of my Life | Requested by anon.

Plot: Insecurities pile up in Yoongi's marriage after months of distance and neglect. Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x Ballet Teacher!OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Music & Ballet | Marriage on the Rocks Type: One-shot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.6k+ Warnings: marital insecurities, unintentional neglect, jealousy, mentions of divorce, mild mentions of injury from ballet, explicit sexual content (rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting). Author’s Note: new one-shot, friends! i really hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! be sure to let me know what you think!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Send your ideas in by August 1st before it closes!

Yoongi was a serious man. Kiku knew this well in the years she knew him. Their marriage didn’t flourish like fresh romances with many kisses and open affection but quiet trust helped their relationship stand strong.

When the doors closed, Yoongi often made up for his silence with soft kisses on her skin, calloused finger pads running down her neck and sneaking in between her core until she soaked the sheets.

However, things changed as the concerts began to pile up. When they were touring together as equal performers, Yoongi was active in ensuring that she heard compliments whispered in her ear. That he stared her way when she was on stage and she would sneak a look back whenever able.

Now Kiku wasn’t an equal performer and Yoongi’s attention on her was. . .low. Though Kiku understood why. It was concert season. Of course. That’s the only reason.

Of course, Yoongi was active and his face brightened like stars when he performed but lost the light in his eyes when he looked at her. It was exhaustion. It must’ve been. He would tell her if something was wrong.

Tonight was the same as the previous nights for. . .how long had it been? Two months, maybe three. Yoongi thrilled the audience with his performance, fingers dancing over the ivory keys like they were an extension of his own digits. Like the music was the air he breathed, exuding out of him. Kiku found it deliciously mesmerizing.

The audience roared with applause as the performance ended.

Yoongi bowed to the crowd, roses thrown his way before he walked backstage. Sweat slick on his forehead, pearling at the jawline. His grin disappeared immediately when he reached here. Kiku felt the weight of the lost smile but she leaned in and kissed his cheek anyway to congratulate him.

Yoongi barely leaned into it and rushed to change his clothes.

It was just exhaustion. Just exhaustion. Nothing more.

***

Today turned for the better. At least Kiku hoped as Yoongi received his first free day away from practices or concerts so he can enjoy the Italian sights for a while. The day was beautiful indeed, sun blazing gold amongst the sandstone buildings and flowers beds at the cafes burst in vibrant colour.

Kiku even wore her favourite silk corset dress with a thin cardigan over top for the spring breeze. Her black waves reached down to the small of her back and her enthusiasm thrumming to excitement. She felt as if she was waiting for a first date.

Yoongi finally entered the living room, wearing a white shirt and trousers.

“Did you want to go out to a café today?” Kiku asked, her voice kept soft and sweet. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Yoongi barely looked her way. “I have a small meeting with the producer. He wants some changes to the later performances,” he said. His tone was rushed and serious. As always. Everytime he began thinking of work, that was his tone.

Kiku knew this and she told herself this the moment her heart started squeezing unbearably. “When will you be back? Maybe we can go later.”

“I’m not sure. You can go by yourself and enjoy,” Yoongi said before rushing out without waiting for a response.

Breathing through the aches in her chest, Kiku did pick herself up and enjoy Italy. It was concert season. It was concert season. Everything will be back to normal once they’re home. It’ll be fine.

***

France was the next destination. This time, Kiku was invited to a ballet studio in Paris to teach some classes and have a studio room of her own to practice if she needed. It kept her distracted. Italy emptied Kiku and even the plane ride to France was Yoongi discussing things with his producer, Minho while she sat alone in her corner.

The dance studio brought her full of life again, the golden vines consuming the marble building like a living organism. The varnished wood floors, silk shoes and flowing dresses that returned Kiku to past days. To. . .happier days, she thought with a pain inside her.

Kiku and Yoongi fell in love during a different France tour years ago. Kiku was a prima ballerina in her early twenties. Lovely and enchanting, they called her. Yoongi played all her songs for her, watching her every move as if catering to her own movements and not the choreography itself. There was an intimacy behind that cohesion, that connection that not even six years of marriage managed to create. Perhaps that was a bad thought to have. To romanticise the first year of love as opposed to the commitment they were in now.

She should be happier now. She was happy. Happy, yes.

Was Yoongi happy? Was he happy that he watched her perform? Was it okay that Kiku was no longer that prima ballerina? She was no longer quite as lovely or enchanting.

Kiku danced every now and then but after an injury, her doctor encouraged her not to do performances like she used to. Otherwise it may lead to permanent damage. Yoongi supported her through her strained muscles, helping her through her exercises and reassuring her. But perhaps Yoongi didn’t plan on needing to take care of her. Perhaps the thought of her never being that ballerina again dawned on him and he grew distant.

No, it was silly. Silly to think it so. They were happy. Happy. Happy.

***

Kiku made her way to the stadium where Yoongi had his practice and performance later in the night. She brought fresh food from a nearby café with a small spring in her step. Sweet notes of the piano echoed in her ears. Even the tonality and energy of the notes made her know that it was Yoongi. It gave her both this nostalgia and fresh nuance of something new, like a first kiss or a sneaky touch on the back of her hand.

Kiku smiled at the people backstage, placing the food on the table.

“This’ll be good for the newer performances,” she heard Minho say as they looked out to the stage.

Kiku followed their gaze and saw the new addition. The reason why Minho wanted to have so many meetings. A young ballerina was on the stage, dancing freely to the notes played by Yoongi.

Her grin was bright and energetic, understanding completely the importance of her performance carried out. Lovely and enchanting.

Kiku knew it was normal for pianists to do this. To have different performances showcase creativity and enthusiasm. But the sight of it felt like stones crushing her slowly. It was normal for this to happen, she told herself. Yet Kiku felt it deep in her heart, deep in her gut, this unbearable pain when the reality sank in.

Kiku didn’t belong to his world anymore.

She was a wife who tried to be part of his world but not in his world.

Perhaps Yoongi knew this and stayed silent to protect her feelings. He never liked confrontation. Or it just didn’t matter and he would get rid of her after the tour.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Minho asked. “Back to his roots?”

Kiku attempted a smile as she always did. Attempting a smile. Maintaining an energy to make sure everyone else felt good. To make sure Yoongi felt good, without burden.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Kiku said. “I’ll be going home.”

“Don’t you want to wait until he finishes?” Minho asked, confused. Kiku never left once she got to Yoongi’s practice, not even when she was sick.

How silly she was. Constantly leering at the edges of a place she didn’t belong to anymore. Trying to squeeze into a place in Yoongi’s heart that was probably getting smaller and smaller. He had no time for her. Kiku couldn’t force him.

Oh, the thought of it burned her eyes. Her stomach felt like it was singed.

Frustration pricked at her. “I’ll talk to him when he gets home.” She lied. He’ll be fine without me.

***

Yoongi adored having more performances linked to his piano pieces. While he enjoyed having his solo acts, it was nice to be in the background for a moment and allow for his music to be interconnected with dance or a story. The exhaustion and boredom that begun to linger in the past performances rejuvenated back into a sense of excitement. At least the final shows of the tour were something of energy and new light.

The ballerina bowed elegantly after the practice performance. Yoongi returned backstage with his heart pumping through his ribcages at asking Kiku whether she liked the new addition. She had grown a bit quiet towards the end of the Italy leg. Perhaps seeing some of her own art showcased on stage would bring her spirits up.

Except Kiku wasn’t there.

“Did Kiku not come yet?” Yoongi asked before gulping a bottle of water.

Minho, his producer, shrugged. “She said she felt unwell. But you have food.” He gestured to the apricot pastry, sandwich and coffee on the table.

Yoongi was used to having Kiku sit there with him as he ate or eat with him. Having the chair next to him empty felt cold and unwelcoming. She must’ve been really sick. “I can go early to check on her.”

Minho hummed. “I mean you can but it’d be safe to do another practice run.”

Yoongi stared at the empty chair for a while. Maybe she was asleep and he would only be disturbing. Besides, he had a few shows left. Might as well get it all out of the way.

***

Night already fell into a deep dark abyss by the time Yoongi was done with practice. He wanted to come back home in the afternoon but he got distracted at work. It was a habit of his, long rotting inside him yet hard to rip away. Moonlight painted their hotel room in a pale silver before Yoongi turned the light on for a splash of warm apricot light against the crème couches and opulent lamps.

“Kiku?” Yoongi asked.

There was no response for longer than Yoongi was comfortable.

But then Kiku walked through the bedroom door, wearing a soft cotton lace nightdress with her hair, a little messy from a nap. Her eyes were soft and glossed, her cheeks sweet and a little puffed. Kiku didn’t move from her spot, looking at him carefully.

A small part of Yoongi’s body had gotten prepared for her to walk to him and kiss him on the cheek. A more selfish part of him expected her to wait for him because she always did, even when she was sniffling from sickness. “You weren’t feeling well?”

Kiku stared at him, as if confused by Yoongi’s concern like it was foreign to her. Yoongi hadn’t seen that look on her face and something about it hurt her. “I’m feeling better,” she said softly.

“Is it your legs?” Yoongi asked, a little more careful this time.

Kiku still looked at him like that. Like Yoongi hadn’t spoken to her of such intimacy in a long time.

Well. . .he didn’t, did he? When was the last time Yoongi asked her if she ate well? Or slept well? Or even how she was? Yoongi tried his best to remember. He must’ve had asked her how she was this morning. Or kissed her. But he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember the last time he had any conversation with her.

“I’m alright, Yoongi,” Kiku said. “Get some rest, it’s okay.”

Yoongi wanted to argue that he could give her a massage or help her get better but Kiku already walked back into the room. Without a smile or a kiss. The air grew cold again and Yoongi worried that his habits may have touched a nerve too delicate for his own good.

***

“An extension?” Yoongi had a single finger tapping softly on a D note, not pressing it for sound but thinking as Minho announced that he wanted to have a few more weeks of shows. “The tour has already gone on for months. We all need rest.”

Minho hummed, waving his hand. “You can rest later. This’ll be good for your career.”

It would be. Especially with ballet studios from France wishing to administer their own ballerinas into the mix, it would be so good for his career. But a shadow loomed over him. Kiku’s distance wasn’t going unnoticed by Yoongi. She hadn’t been to any of his practices since that day and it had been a week already.

Kiku wasn’t sick anymore. Something else was wrong.

“Kiku and I’s anniversary is in two weeks. I don’t want to be busy in a concert during that time, we’ve never worked on anniversaries.” Yoongi shook his head. He remembered how she worked around her training schedules to ensure that their anniversary was always free. Something was already wrong and for Yoongi to break a tradition along with it was stupid.

“Well, Kiku can come along with you.” Minho smiled. “She can even train the ballerinas herself, she’s a qualified teacher. Spend your anniversary in Paris.”

Yoongi could try to get a free day during the tour again. He had a free day in Italy, which he used to have a work meeting. Maybe this time, they could explore France. “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”

***

Kiku was at a ballet studio, Yoongi was told. Not by Kiku but the hotel receptionist who was asked to send a message if Yoongi tried to look for her. Kiku always texted him directly if she wanted to communicate something but they’ve resorted to this now, he supposed. Yoongi made his way to the ballet studio, the smell of wood and perfume wafting in the air as he walked up the stairs to the top level practice area.

Kiku was there, wearing a flowy white skirt, transparent, crème with a black top. Her hair was open as she always kept it when practicing dances on her own. Even after the injury, her every move was precise, the pointe of her toes like an ethereal being and her form like a swan.

Yoongi remembered watching her all day. He had become so used to her presence, close to him like his own extension. After all this distance, he was once again the humble pianist watching a prima ballerina conjuring magic with her dance.

Dark, pretty eyes flickered to him then and Kiku stopped, her expression neutral again.

Yoongi tried to push down the squeeze in his chest. He wanted her to smile at him again, to rush to him and kiss him. But she stood there, distant and unmoving. “I—Minho wants to extend the tour.” He wanted to make a more personal introduction but the room turned cold so quickly, he couldn’t muster the right tender words.

Kiku stared at him, a twitch in her eye. So she was uncomfortable. “It’s alright. It’s good for your career.”

Now she was keeping her feelings hidden from him.

Hurt turned to a flash of frustration. “You weren’t at the practice.”

“I figured you didn’t need me hovering over you all the time,” Kiku said plainly.

“You’re my wife, I want you there.”

“Well, you haven’t exactly been doing a good job at showing it.”

Ah. His bad habit. Still rotting inside him and now it was rotting at the seams of his marriage. Kiku’s neutral expression flashed with truth now, making Yoongi wish she was hiding it again. It wasn’t anger. Not really. It was deep hurt and helplessness. “Kiku.” His voice was meek. It made him feel stupider that he realized it immediately yet too late.

The hurt solidified behind Kiku’s expression.

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose, I was—”

“Busy, I know. Believe me, it was the only word I’ve hinged on to. . .gain strength.” Kiku let out a long sigh, soft and weary and slow.

Yoongi knew it was to hide her voice shaking as her eyes turned glossier. He hated it. Hated that he was the reason. Hated that he didn’t even know it because he never felt he had to. Kiku always had herself put together, always a sturdy foundation. So much so that Yoongi grew too lax. Too careless. And now it was coming back to haunt him in the flesh.

“You can continue the tour without me,” Kiku said.

“No.”

“It’s stupid to cancel the tour on my accord. You’ve come this far.” She shook her head.

“I am not leaving you.” Yoongi’s voice raised a little, desperate and pleading. “Kiku. I wanted you to be with me, spend our anniversary in France.”

“I don’t want to be in France.” Kiku’s throat bobbed up and down. “It reminds me too much of what I’m not anymore. Of what I can’t be.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m not the wonderful ballerina I used to be,” Kiku whispered. “People look straight through me and it never bothered me but now. . .you do too.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped. “Kiku, I never. . .I don’t care if you’re a ballerina or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to you because you can always put a new one on stage.” Her voice cracked then, unable to hold herself together. “I can’t find some other person who will think I’m worth keeping.”

“I’m keeping you,” Yoongi argued. “I know I’ve been wrong to distance myself from you but that will never change the fact that you’re mine. And I’m yours. All of it, always.”

Kiku stayed silent, finally letting out a shaky sigh. It was that slightest glimpse of vulnerability that gave Yoongi hope. The wall wasn’t cement, it was a curtain still, giving him to room to walk closer so he could catch the faint waft of a tea and jasmine in her aura.

Yoongi held onto her fingers gently at first. He waited for her to slowly curl and clasp back, giving him another chance to walk even closer. His hand reached up her arm, cupping her cheeks and kissed her. A fire roared inside him, feeling her warm kiss back again. It had been too long. Feeling the soft strands of her hair through his fingers, the taste of her and her warmth pressed against him soared through him with sweetness.

Yoongi leaned Kiku against the barre, lifting her enough to rest against her back against the mirror. Yoongi kissed her neck, suckled on the softest part of her skin and bit into it. The slight ache on her skin awakened her nerves.

Kiku ran her fingers through his hair, tugged at the scalp to ground her to reality. That this wasn’t a dream but her own beloved husband, tasting her skin after so long. Her hips desperately rubbed against the bulge forming on his pants, the weight of her body already pressing down against the barre but she didn’t care.

Kiku snuck her hand in between them, rubbing his hardened bulge before unbuttoning his pants. Her fingers wrapped gently around his thick member, twitching against the soft skin of her palm. Her index traced up the angry vein, teasing the slick tip until he let out a moan against her collarbone.

Yoongi lifted to look at her. Kiku smiled and sucked his arousal off her index, keeping her dark lust-blown eyes fixed on him. Yoongi gripped onto her jaw, pushing her cheeks in until her lips protruded. He kissed her again, harder this time as he reached under her skirt and ripped her thin panties, the delicate cloth soaked in her own arousal.

Kiku laughed, drunk with lust as she grabbed onto Yoongis length and aimed it at her sodden cunt. Time showed in the way Kiku felt so snug. She let out a small shaky whimper as if Yoongi entered her for the first time. Kiku gripped onto the barre as Yoongi gently pushed through the tightness, letting her adjust to him again.

Kiku grazed her nails against the fabric of his shirt, yanking off the buttons so her fingertips could trace his skin. She let out a pleased sigh as his entire length sunk inside her, his body flush against hers until they were one.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispered.

Kiku let out a small whimper, forehead pressed against his as tears burned in her eyes. Both an overwhelming flash of love and pleasure soared through her deliciously. “I love you too.”

As the declaration left her sweet lips, Yoongi began to thrust into her. Slow at first, ensuring that she felt the tip of him at her cervix and every ridge inside her remembered him sliding out. She dripped with arousal, making the wooden barre glisten. Yoongis hips moved faster, pistoning in a pattern that maddened Kiku.

Yoongi pulled at the sleeves of her top, sneaking it down until her nipples popped from their covering. The cold air of the ballet studio made them erect. Yoongi leaned and wrapped his lips around one of them, lapping his tongue on the tip until he felt her clench around his cock.

Kiku threw her head back against the mirror before kissing his temple. Yoongi was patient in his attention, moving to her right nipple and giving it the same love. Such affection. His pace quickened as her pleasure began to swell to its limit.

Yoongi gripped onto the back of her thighs, locking her against the wall and pounding into her. Without mercy and with the most delicious desperation that forced a string of moans out of Kiku. Never had she felt so free to let out all the noises she wanted.

His thrusts got harsher, her wet cunt slammed over and over again until even the barre began to squeak under the pressure. Then he paused suddenly with a pant. Kiku let out a choked scream as Yoongi buried himself deep, shaping himself inside her and carrying her off the barre. Kiku spewed another whimper, muffled against his shirt.

Yoongi let out an excited breath as he placed her shaking feet on the floor. Turned Kiku around and had her face her flushed, tear-stained and pleased expression in the mirror. Her hair had turned dishevelled, the front strand matted to her forehead. Yoongi gently placed his fingers over her neck, nose buried in her hair, the lovely scent of jasmine and her sweet arousal suffusing the air. “You’re mine. My love.” He whispered.

Kiku smiled, swaying her hips before he started pushing himself in again. This time much easier, wet and welcoming. “I’m yours.” She caressed his sweat slick cheek. “Yours. All yours.”

Yoongi hummed, thrusting into her again. Deep and hard. Each thrust felt like a shake through her whole body, making the memory of him linger until she dreamt about it days later. “Am I yours?”

Kiku let out a soft chuckle. “You’re mine.” Another rough thrust had her nearly sobbing as it hit her sensitive spot. He still knew where it was.

Yoongi panted, using her noise to thrust in that same position. Kiku bent over against the barre with a whimper, her knees nearly buckling but still wanting more. “Does it feel good, baby?”

Kiku stammered a response as he fucked into her again, her lower belly felt full, ready to roll over the edge. Yoongi pistoned into her ensuring that the same spot touched again and again. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop.” She cried out.

Yoongi groaned, leaning in and sneaking one of his hands between her legs. His calloused fingers rubbed her clit as his own orgasm rushed to the edge. “I’m gonna cum.”

Kiku let out a trembling breath, gripping on his forearm as her lower belly. Begging to release. “Cum inside me.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. Then the coil sprung. Spurts of sweet nectar had her whimpering, a light choked scream as a light gush splashed on the floor.

Yoongi panted as his orgasm burst into madness, thick and warm as it filled Kiku’s womb. Messy and beautiful. Their thighs slick with the most wonderful arousal as he held his love in his hands, most of her weight rested on his grip as she trembled through her high. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Kiku chuckled, the tingles of ecstasy flooding through her like a blind bliss. “I missed you too,” she whispered, touching his cheek again. “Don’t be away from me.”

“Never. Never again.” And Yoongi held to that promise just as he held her. He would never let this go again.

***

Minho never hid his disappointments when it came to him. Except Yoongi wasn’t quite the same as all his other rookie musicians, who would fall back in line once they saw the displeased purse of his lips. “It would’ve been good for your career. Your wife should understand that much, she’s done the same with her career.’

“Kiku made her career without sacrificing time in our marriage,” Yoongi said. “I should be held to that same standard.”

Minho hummed, raising his hands in defense. “I mean if that’s what you want.”

“You did want to go to Greece for another tour so if that’s in the cards.” Yoongi already expected the sudden brightness in Minho’s face. He didn’t like disappointment but he did like something to do. Perhaps preparing for a future tour in Greece would allow for Yoongi to spend more time with Kiku.

Minho clapped his hands. “Greece and a few more dates in Japan as well. Kiku’s home country, that could make her happy.” He waved his hands, smiling to himself as if he wasn’t just ready to have a tantrum a few minutes ago. “Enjoy your anniversary.”

Yoongi smiled, feeling a wave of relief that he was appeased. No more tour dates anytime soon. Which meant he could go home when the sun was high in the sky and he had comfort waiting for him at home.

***

They took a plane back to their apartment in Korea the next day. The familiar dark wood, ferns and home-grown lettuce were well-tended to by their friends while they were gone. Kiku recognized the smell was different after a few months. Sadness pricked at her but it was bittersweet, not all bad. She was home again.

Kiku and Yoongi made dinner together to revive the smell of home. Warm rice soup, spinach salad, fresh steamed rice and spiced mapo tofu to fill their bellies.

“I’m thinking of opening a ballet studio,” Kiku said.

Yoongi’s brows raised mid-chew. “You want to teach?”

Kiku nodded with a smile. “I still want to dance and the doctor said just not to do performances. So teaching.”

“If you want a part-time piano player, I’m free.” Yoongi grinned.

“Without an interview?” Kiku frowned playfully. “My ballet studio would have more standards than that.”

“I mean I am sleeping with the owner, you could pull a few strings.” Yoongi shrugged.

Kiku’s lips parted in slight shock. “That’s highly inappropriate. You would have to show me your talents.”

As they put away the dishes for their lunch, Yoongi walked over to the grand piano perched on the space between the kitchen and living room. He reached out to his work bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper with hand-written music notes.

Yoongi played with the ease of breathing as he always did, except this music was the softest it had ever sounded. Delicate and sweet. Even the way his fingers moved on the keys were floating like a swan. A ballerina.

Kiku padded over to the piano, stood behind him and leaned her chin against his shoulder. She peered over the title and saw L’amour de me Vie. Love of my Life. Her heart burst with joy as she rested against the crook of his neck. “Who’s it about?”

Yoongi laughed, playing softer. “Depends, do I get the job?”

Kiku smiled and kissed his cheek. “Fine. You’re hired.”

“Then it’s you,” Yoongi said, smirking. It will always be you. 

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devil on his knees — kth

DEVIL ON HIS KNEES | Taehyung | Oneshot | Request

Original Request: Taehyung as a villain who is willing to kill anyone to protect his beloved oc. This pic literally left me speechless, I low-key want to see villain tae🥹  @yoonberriez Plot: An exiled princess takes her throne with a shamed general. Pairing: General!Taehyung x Queen!OC (Name: Althea) Genre: Royal AU Type: Oneshot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 7.1k Warnings: violence, blood, gore, explicit sexual content (quickies, oral sex), murder, mentions of sexual harassment. Author’s Note: i enjoyed writing this a lot! writing an unhinged couple is definitely an interesting experience. I hope you like this!

It was so easy to forget the blood trails when they were behind Althea, covered by the train of her coronation dress. The crown ripped from her brother’s head rested gently on her own by the high priest as the crowd of people cheered for her arrival. Althea had waited four years, hidden in forests and cowered in tavern rooms until she gathered enough forces to reach this palace. Her home.

As the weight of the crown settled on her head, Althea watched the shadow behind her walk forward. A chill settled in the room when General Taehyung stepped closer to Althea’s feet, eyes darkened and face hardened from the lives he had taken. Everyone with a conscious told her not to bring him into court. That the moment his sword began swinging, there would be no end to the bloodshed.

But they failed to realise Althea wanted blood. Her own brother kicked her out of her home, just as they had been mourning their father. He wanted her to die in that forest, starved and freezing. So why should Althea gather any semblance of kindness?

It was Taehyung, an exiled general who helped her back into the comforts of her life. Not the court members who happily kissed her brother’s feet, not even her maids who quickly rushed to the side of her brother’s wife. No one helped her but him.

Althea loved him for it.

The hardened face cracked into a small but satisfied smile as Taehyung lowered himself for a bow, keeping his eyes fixed on her. As Taehyung made his place known by her side, cheers erupted and echoed through the room.

They had won.

The kingdom of Dysminia was hers to keep.

-

Althea walked into her bed chambers with a breath of relief. The servants had cleaned and freshened it up during the coronation to ensure. The windows looked at the lit up city, the resonance of celebration echoing through the night, delighting her senses. Ambrose’s inability to rule was inevitable from the moment he started mistreating his servants.

An innocent mistake, the court members used to say when a serving maid left the room with a bruised cheek.

Now he was gone. Buried in a shallow grave somewhere, unknown to anyone. Just the way he hated to be.

She changed out of her dressing with the help of her new maids, back into the soft night dressing of sweet silks and perfumed pillows. Althea dismissed them to be alone for a few minutes. As much as she wished to rejoice in her victory, she also wanted to ruminate and rest her exhausted body.

The tightness she felt in her chest for years, wondering when she’d be able to lie on her bed like this and think of her parents freely. Althea could let a few tears down her cheek, allow herself to be vulnerable in the silence instead of keeping strength until she got what she wanted.

Althea was a queen now.

“Relishing well, your Majesty?” Taehyung’s deep voice reverberated through the room.

She turned to see him standing next to the pillar, wearing his black shirt, untied at the chest and showing off a deep scar near his clavicle. Althea smiled, sitting up on her bed. “I’m sure you enjoyed getting your own army again.”

“They’re a bit frazzled and lazy after Ambrose.” Taehyung crunched his nose. “But they’ll learn soon enough. Also the case of the court members.”

Althea sighed. Fifteen of the twenty selected court members were executed by Taehyung’s sword due to their continued support of Ambrose. The five who lived were essentially too young to care about Ambrose or Althea’s father and their quest to maintain order. They just wanted to survive. “We can deal with them tomorrow morning. I think a few nobles would like those seats.”

“Nobles who sat in between cushions while Ambrose was around.” He walked closer to the bed, standing in front of her like a tower of onyx. “Do you want to trust them with seats now?”

“They’re soft and gullible. But having three of them may smooth the transition to my ascension.”

“I’d call this ascension anything but smooth.”

“I’ll handle the nice things then while you train our army.” Althea leaned back with a smile. “How’re your new quarters?”

“Better. A bit cold.”

“Cold?”

“Missing something.” Taehyung leaned in, playing with the string of her dress.

Althea chuckled through her nose. “They are only a passing courtesy. The court members would want me to be available for any negotiations.”

Taehyung hummed low, the back of his fingers trailing her chest before he pulled on the string fully. “So we should keep this very quiet then, shouldn’t we? As to not offend.”

Althea shook her head with a playful pout. “Of course not.”

Taehyung knelt between her legs, rough fingers pushing up the hem of her dress as the callouses brushed up her skin. “Be very silent then.” He whispered against her lips before moving his head under her dress.

He pulled her core to his mouth, wrapping his lips around her clit causing Althea to gasp.

She touched the top of his head through the fabric of her dress as the pleasure prickled through her lower belly. Althea was forced to only feel, feel his lapping tongue and the heat of his breath as she leaked on the sheets.

Her legs hung over his shoulders as Althea gripped the blankets behind her. Head thrown back, her toes curled, feeling the pressure of his tongue against her clit grow feverish and relentless.

Althea closed her eyes when her vision blurred from the spike of pleasure, moving her hips against his mouth to prolong the sensation. Taehyung slowed, tracing her arousal with his tongue to torture her before latching completely and kissing her inner thigh. He bit onto the soft skin until it ached, intent on making a mark.

Nails dug into her bottom, pushing his tongue into her slit as Althea fell on her back, a moan escaping her lips before she placed her hand over her mouth.

Taehyung stopped with a disappointed hum, pulling away completely making Althea whimper.

“It wasn’t that loud,” Althea whispered.

Taehyung chuckled breathlessly as he pushed her legs apart. “I caught it,” he said.

“You have the ears of a bloodhound, that’s why.” Althea smiled.

Taehyung hovered over her, kissing with an unexpected passionate sweetness. So warm and inviting. Fingers brushed against her hairline. Then he broke the kiss and placed his palm over her mouth, dark eyes fixed on hers.

He snuck her finger into her sodden core, immediately making her hips jerk. Taehyung didn’t wait. Sneaking a second finger and curling to her sensitive spot, pulsating until all Althea could do was hear the squelching of her cunt and the pleasure rolling to the blurring vision.

Choked moans shook through Taehyung’s palm. Arousal leaked to his wrists as he leaned in and kissed her sweat sheened forehead. Thumb brushed against her clit. Althea’s legs trembled as her release shivered across her body in a flare of heat and ecstasy. Her moans turned into a light scream grazing her throat.

Taehyung let out a shaky breath, feeling a gush on his palm of her release.

He took away his hand from Althea’s mouth, letting her release shaking moans as she shook through her orgasm.

Taehyung kept a slow pace to let her feel every minute of her bliss. He kissed her sweetly. “First time I did this to you on a soft bed.”

Althea laughed breathlessly, cupping his cheek. “You can keep doing it.”

Taehyung hummed. “I intend to.”

-

The council meeting with all the leftover nobles was about as pleasant as a gangrenous wound. Morning came and whoever survived Taehyung’s sword dragged their feet into the dark wood halls of the palace, the beautiful sunlight through the windows contrasting with their pallid faces.

Althea opted to wear something sweet, a light lilac of soft airy material with her hair partially down. She didn’t want to demure to them but perhaps a sight of friendly would help in easing their mind. She only had animosity towards her brother, not people who were willing to see a changed world.

Taehyung kept to his colours happily though but she welcomed it. At the very least, if anyone took advantage of her kindness, it would padded by the lines of soldiers in tight expressions and black armour.

Althea attempted a small smile as the nobles finally gathered. Most of them young and curious of what was about to happen but there were three older nobles with a clear disappointment on their faces. “Thank you for attending this council. I understand it’s been a trying few days but I do not mean for that to be the path of my reign.”

The nobles were still quiet, some of their eyes flickering to Taehyung and his soldiers.

“Please, you are allowed to speak freely.” Althea gestured to the Taehyung. “They are only here for the utmost of emergencies, not free speech. I understand Ambrose had been barring a lot of changes.”

One of the young nobles shifted. “The treasuries, your Majesty.” His voice was low and careful. “His—Ambrose, I mean, had been scrapping the coffers for monuments and making estates of his concubines.”

“We will cease the making of those monuments and direct the builders to repairing damages in the village houses,” Althea explained. “A lot of them looked destroyed. More than I’d ever seen it.”

The young treasurer nodded with a shift of shame. “He hiked the taxes and—” he cleared his throat. “—Ambrose threatened people of the village to either pay taxes or. . .or hand over the female members of the family. Some of them refused.”

Althea’s heart dropped. She had received glimpses of how bad things were but not quite to this extent. “So those ‘concubines’ are…”

“By force, Your Majesty, yes.” The treasurer kept his head hung.

Althea rested back on her chair. Ambrose used to be cruel to his female servants but to go this far. Ripping families apart for pleasure. “I will speak to the women and try to track their families or provide them jobs here in the palace to rebuild their lives. In the meantime, we need reparation on our trade relations to restore our treasury. I’ll sign what’s needed and talk to dignitaries if it’s dire.”

The trade masters nodded along with the treasurer.

“And the matter of taxes? Will it be lowered?” The treasurer asked.

“Back to the way it was. We need to get business running again and merchants travelling for them to get income,” Althea said.

“And what of your marital status, your Majesty?” One of the older nobles asked and it reverberated silence. “You did say we were free to speak. I’d like to know how you plan on securing alliances and having a king by your side to ensure a strong lineage. That is equally important to lower taxes and trade relations, surely.”

“That can be a matter of a later date,” Althea said, trying not to see Taehyung’s reaction. “These are your priorities to keep the people feeling comforted again.”

“And what of our comfort? You came in here to paint a shamed general’s sword with the blood of our colleagues.” The noble barely acknowledged Taehyung’s presence as he mentioned. “He had his hair cut, he was an enemy of the kingdom. You brought him here and rewarded him for the way he massacred thousands.”

“A massacre that was ordered by my father,” Althea said. “And approved by you from what I remember. You had signed an agreement without reading it.”

The noble pursed his lips together with a pathetic sense of pride. “I am a servant to a king. And I have been for longer than you decided to have dreams of becoming a ruler.”

“So you agree that following orders that you must do without any conscience,” Althea said. “Then how is that different from General Taehyung’s values?”

The noble had puffed himself up to say something but the words hadn’t quite formed.

“Because he is not a noble, is that it?” Althea asked. “He was from a lower family and he was easy to shame. While you continued to kiss the feet of my father and my brother. Even as I was exiled.”

“You were exiled for becoming a distraction. You were speaking against the king, it was treason.”

“And I refused your pathetic son,” Althea said and the silence turned leaden. Her eyes were harsh, diminishing any softness from her dress. “Master Kang, I haven’t forgotten you. Are you aware of this?”

Kang shifted, a stupid part of him wanted to keep looking her in the eye but Althea saw it flickering. Because he knew the story as closely as she did.

“For anyone who was confused about my exile, Master Kang’s son took me to a garden while we were discussing marriage.” Althea spoke loud enough for the council to hear.

“That is not relevant—”

“His son put his hand under my dress. . .and I cut it off with a dagger.” Althea kept her face neutral. “It wasn’t even difficult, his wrist was a pathetic spindly thing just like his father.”

Kang stood from his chair. “You will not humiliate me this way, you wench.” He pointed at her. “You brought your fate upon yourself. Hurting my son and then continuing to debase yourself with the general.” He spat. “We know what goes on behind closed doors with you two. You’re nothing but a whore.” He kept taking a step at each word and getting close.

Too close. Close enough that it was no longer in Althea’s control.

A scythe like blade glinting in silver came in front of Kang’s neck, pushing him back until he let out a choked breath. His breath fogged the perfectly polished edge.

“A few steps back, Master Kang, if you please.” Taehyung’s deep voice was calm and collected.

Kang let out a scoff but it was with a confidence that hung on a thread. “Is how you will govern us now?” he glared at Althea.

“Just people like you, Master Kang. Who think suffering is a necessary evil when you are not the one suffering it.” Althea shook her head. “Your son got to go back and live in his warm palace. While I froze in a forest, mourning my father and feeling violated.”

“My son lost his hand.”

“I lost everything.” Althea felt a fire of anger in her chest. “And I wanted to provide some kindness, bring you back to court and hopefully repair something. Unfortunately, it seems you insist on supporting Ambrose and his ways.”

Kang couldn’t reply to that. His cheeks more red than ever as the other court members watched him with embarrassment. He looked more like a toddler who created a tantrum for spilling his own milk than a noble who wanted some tainted justice for his stupid son.

Althea did offer kindness. She was trying to be a good queen.

Kang, at this moment, was an idiot who didn’t understand an opportunity when he saw one. “If you are going to punish anyone, it’s my son. I am speaking as a father above all else…and that may make me speak out of turn.”

Coward.

Althea kept her expression soft, looking at Taehyung with a reassuring nod. Taehyung moved the blade away and stepped back as Kang let out a deep shaking breath. “Very well. Bring your son during the evening.”

Kang bowed low. “Your Majesty.”

-

Kang and his son, Hyeon stayed in the same dungeon together, as a family. The women of the family were given reimbursements and Kang’s wife was free to remarry for new heirs if she wished.

A quick execution was in the plan for these two men but Taehyung was now a stationed general with his own resources. Which meant these nobles were his first official assignment ever since his dismissal.

And Taehyung savoured it beautifully.

Althea came to visit the dungeon while Taehyung was on his little trips. She heard whipping sounds and a screaming Hyeon, the same satisfying sound that he let out after realising he didn’t have his hand anymore. She remembered how confident he was, how much he felt he was owed to touch her. Now she could watch all that confidence melt in terrified piss and well-deserved bloodshed.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder when he saw Althea enter. His chest glistening with his sweat and the veins on his arms protruded from the force of his whip. “Your Majesty,” he said in the calm tone.

Hyeon let out a cry to Althea through his bound mouth while Kang cowered in the corner, staring into nothing.

“Your wife has denounced both of you from the family,” Althea said.

“That was quick.” Taehyung placed his whip back onto the steel stand while it created a track of blood. “What happened?”

“Apparently, Kang had forced his wife to marry him and Hyeon had his wife give up their first daughter.” Althea knew they weren’t pleasant people but the stories that emerged from the household itself only made this sorry sight all the more necessary. “They don’t want anything to do with them. Not even burial.”

“I’m almost done,” Taehyung said. “We can have the executions tomorrow morning.”

“One day…” Kang breathed out. “His thirst to kill will make you pay.”

Taehyung turned, giving Althea a view of the old man glaring at them with red eyes.

Althea returned the stare, unblinking. She gently walked towards Kang and crouched in front of him, watching him shift back with a raised chin. She smiled. “I will pay that price. Just as I have for everything else.” She stood back to her feet and faced Taehyung. “Have them executed this afternoon.” Her fingers wrapped around his wrist sweetly. “So there’s no commitments in the morning.”

Taehyung smirked and nodded. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

-

Althea watched the execution from the balcony of her bed chambers, wearing a black dress with a beautiful transparent black robe embroidered in gold floral emblems. She kept her expression solemn as if she regretted the unfortunate decision. Even though the loss of these two men was no less inconvenient than getting rid of an abscess.

Taehyung stood at the execution altar, covering his face with a cloth to prevent any splatter as he brandished his sword in the purpled sunset light.

Kang and Hyeon were on their knees with their heads held low as all cowards did when they reached a certain point of their fate.

Taehyung stared up at Althea, awaiting her approval even though they had already discussed what to be done. It was that extra nudge of loyalty sent a thrill down Althea’s spine.

Althea nodded and Taehyung turned his focus back to the task at hand.

Raising his sword, Taehyung swung with precision and took off one head. Kang began to shiver as his son’s head rolled across the wood. He stepped to Kang’s side then.

The old noble began to speak again, foolishly trying to protect his own life. But any word that uttered was cut off with a splice. Father and son united at the edge of the execution block, without their bodies which had been softened and pleasured by greed and luxury.

Taehyung cleaned his sword calmly with a cloth before sheathing it. Dark eyes flickered back up to Althea, giving a respectful bow.

The people dispersed with an neutral understanding. They had no connections to these nobles and if anything, a thrum of relief fell through after how much Ambrose kept the nobles happy and fattened. This was a sign that nobles were not safe in maintaining corruption. Their new queen would protect them from such things not inflate it for self-gain. It was a victory and Althea accepted it like a forbidden sweet.

Her council was set and the kingdom was in her palm.

-

“I’ll have to find an alliance,” Althea said as she straddled Taehyung, their skin sheened prettily from the heat of the room and their antics. Her black robe thrown haphazardly on the edge of her bed. “As it stands, marriage is the strongest way to go.”

Taehyung hummed, keeping his hands trailed up the curve of her waist.

“Is that all?” Althea asked.

He chuckled. “We discussed that it would happen. A marriage between a queen and her military general causes conflict of interest.”

“On the other hand, if we’re married then we might seem more terrifying.” Althea pressed her palms against his heated chest, heartbeat gently thrumming on her skin.

“Are you trying to get me to convince you against it?” Taehyung asked.

Althea shrugged. “Perhaps. You’re very convincing usually.”

“Not with words,” he said.

Althea squinted her nose. “That I know.”

Taehyung lifted himself, chests pressed against one another in the quiet comforts of her chambers. The night was silent in this part of the palace save for the most distant of sounds from the active districts of the city. “Whatever you decide, I will follow. That was the agreement. All I wanted to be reinstated as a general, I don’t need anything more.”

Althea tilted her head. “Nothing more?” Her lips pushed out to a pout. “Not even this?”

Taehyung softened his expression, tracing a calloused fingers down her hairline, releasing some of the strands matted to her forehead. “Would your new husband be alright with that arrangement?”

Althea scoffed. “My father had consorts and Ambrose had slaves practically. I just want you. Is that bad?”

“I’m the last person to judge what’s good or bad, your Majesty.” Taehyung chuckled. “But I’m not opposing.” He pulled her as close as possible, completely pressed until there was no escape. “He can find a way to get over it.”

Althea grinned, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips. A subtle nudge of pain bloomed in her chest thinking about having to kiss another person, have them by her side instead of Taehyung. As much as people outside liked to pretend this was some dirty affair, Althea cherished these moments and Taehyung’s faith was the strongest thing she had ever fell back on.

Some king from another land wasn’t going to ruin this, even if he tried.

-

King Yuto resided from a faraway island kingdom named Saoshima. He was young, around Althea’s age. Also handsome with soft brown eyes and sharp features that mimicked warriors of myth. Yuto was one of the few kings who supported Althea’s rise to power since he detested the mistreatment of two Saoshima women who were taken in Ambrose’s so-called ‘harem’.

Upon Althea’s disbandment of the harem, those two Saoshima women were given positions in her court with the promise of returning home should they wish to rebuild. One of them left while the other offered to be one of Althea’s lady in waiting to which she agreed. This news especially moved Yuto to arrive days earlier than they had initially planned, perhaps concerned about Taehyung’s rigid security at the ports and borders.

On the day of the meeting, Althea wore an elaborate gown and thick robe of red and gold silk, embroidered with the respective colours to create textures that lit against the morning light. Her hair was tied up loosely, pinned by gold and ruby pins.

Yuto arrived in a beautiful robe of white and gold with emblems of white lilies as the mark of Saoshima. He smiled easily as his crown of gold florets shone like a halo of sunlight. His collection of soldiers in their brightly shining white gold armour was a stark contrast to Taehyung’s army but Yuto was hardly fazed by it.

Yuto stopped his soft gaze at Althea. “Your Majesty, it’s a pleasure to meet with you. I’m happy Dysminia is in much better hands.”

“I understand you weren’t fond of my brother,” Althea said.

“He slowed down trade, not a good sign for my kingdom. Not to mention the clear disregard of my people.” Yuto explained but a grin quickly formed on his lips. “But this shouldn’t be a time of dour topics. It’s a time to celebrate.”

Althea smiled, feeling the weight of Taehyung’s presence behind her. “I’m surprised you agreed to the arrangement.”

“My mother has been hounding me about marriage for years now. And I have deeply missed our silk and sugar trades.” His eyes seemed to shine in all the right places when he spoke. In a twisted way, Ambrose had the same effect on people until he lost his mind from drinking and drugging his intelligence. “So long as you are comfortable with this idea, I don’t see why we can’t proceed.”

Althea knew Taehyung could keep a strong face but something about the burning down her spine, she felt his gaze. They needed trade relations and he was right, marrying her military general was a bad move. Althea needed to be a separate figure to her military, a connection to something higher and elevated from the earthly events of war.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Althea smiled and nodded. “It’s settled then. Saoshima and Dysminia will be connected once more.”

Yuto smiled from ear to ear. “I’m looking forward to it.”

-

The events from signing the papers, getting dressed and arriving at the banquet to celebrate her marriage was a blur. Althea remembered herself sitting at the table, wearing her beautiful white and gold dress with her hair pinned up in little shapes of florets while Yuto enjoyed the dance performance with a wide grin. Despite being married for a few hours, Yuto comfortably placed his hand on hers whenever he got the chance.

Althea smiled politely back, knowing that he was potentially trying to make smoothing their marriage transition easier. Or he was making himself home too quickly for her liking, she wasn’t sure how to react. Instead she kept drinking her wine.

Her eyes went back to Taehyung who was standing at attention, using his training far too well. He wore a celebratory tunic, still in his usual black but it was embroidered beautifully in silver thread and had feathers at the collar to represent the wings of a raven.

“Do you want to dance?” Yuto asked.

Althea had to push herself back to reality when he stared at Yuto’s glazed eyes. He was already tipsy. She smiled quickly. “Yes, of course.”

Yuto practically pulled her to the dance floor in the fray of her nobles and royals, thrumming from their wine. Althea smiled and chuckled along with Yuto’s movements, even letting him touch her waist since Taehyung intended on maintaining his stoic face the whole ceremony.

Eventually Althea fell into the chaos of dance, switching partners and losing Yuto. When she moved to the edge of the crowd, trying to coax Taehyung into the mix, he was gone from his post.

Althea walked to the front table, taking a sip of her wine, wondering if he wandered outside or perhaps found some cheeky noblewoman who was curious to flirt with the general. She could go out to find him. She could and clutch to him at the end of the night instead of the inevitable duties she would have to perform. It was a momentary, she told herself. Only a few minutes.

Have three children and hope he never touches her again. She took another thick sip before a scream uttered from the crowd.

Althea turned to see the people scatter away like scared cockroaches. She saw a puddle of what she hoped was wine. . .but she’d seen enough fresh dead bodies to know it wasn’t. Thickly painting the floors as a body jerked over and over again. Yuto’s body, face crushed by the force of heavy punches.

Taehyung’s punches. No armour, just knuckles now dripping with red as it stained the white purity of Yuto’s clothes.

Yuto didn’t respond, his fingers unmoving, only shifted by Taehyung’s incessant assault.

Althea’s heart dropped, roughly placing her cup on the table before rushing to Taehyung. “Stop, stop.” She pulled him off, trying not to look for too long at Yuta’s face which was mostly the shape of Taehyung’s fist than his own shape. “Taehyung!” She yelled until her throat hurt. “That’s an order!”

Taehyung latched off with a trained precision as his body radiated with fire. Blood streamed down his jaw and neck, fist coated with Yuta’s blood, dripping off his fingers as he tried to relax them, trembling with fury.

Tears blurred her vision but she tried to blink them away. “Guards.” Althea called out, gesturing to Yuta’s body as they began to clean it up.

“You demon!” A Saoshima guard unsheathed his sword, marching to Taehyung but Taehyung’s army was faster as they closed in on the Saoshima soldiers, outnumbering them.

“Stand down! All of you!” Althea kept her voice harsh.

“You do not order us.”

“I am your closest in succession as it stands. Unless you want to deal with General Taehyung and his men yourself.” Althea spoke through gritted teeth.

The Saoshima guard gulped, eyes flickering to the floor with a tight jaw. He lowered his head, keeping the glare on his face.

“Taehyung, you’re dismissed. Get yourself cleaned up,” Althea ordered without looking him in the eye. “Now.”

Taehyung stayed silent, taking a deep breath before bowing and stepping out of the hall. Drips and footprints of red followed a trail behind him.

Althea let out a shaky breath as she gave herself to look down at Yuto’s body. Her shaking fingers desperately touched the back of his wrist. Perhaps it was only his face that needed repair. No pulse. No heartbeat. Tears fell down her cheeks but she let out a long, deep breath to keep calm. “Tell the morticians what you need for his funeral.” she asked in a low tone as the Saoshima guards shifted in discomfort.

“And the general?” The same Saoshima guard spat. “This could be an act of war.”

“Yuto is an only child with an ailing mother and a country that’s becoming poor from lack of trade.” Althea stared up at them with reddened eyes, sitting in a puddle of her late husband’s blood but her voice still stood strong. “A war will be on your head, not mine. Tread carefully.”

The Saoshima guard pursed his lips together.

“Take his body away.” Althea tried to stand back up. A lady in waiting rushed to her side but she raised a palm and got to her feet, the blood soaked in her dress now weighing her down. “I’ll deal with the general.”

-

Althea found Taehyung in the armoury as he was trying to clean off his hand. There was little light in the room with only the silver moonlight shining through. The smell of metal and blood wafted in the air as Taehyung’s form hunched over a bowl of water, the clear liquid progressively getting more opaque with red.

“Yuto was not an enemy.” Althea stomped closer to him. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“He knew about our affair and started bragging,” Taehyung said simply which was not surprising yet this felt different. A taste of his violence in a way that Althea felt was out of her control.

“So what?” she winced. “That’s no reason to kill him.”

“He was bragging about being with you. Being king of two kingdoms.” Taehyung threw the cloth onto the table next to him, staring at her. “He was voicing treason.”

“He’s a smile-happy fool who was drunk. You are only supposed to enact when I order you to,” Althea said. “That was the agreement. If people see you punching around anyone that says something stupid then they’ll think the kingdom is in anarchy.”

“My job is to keep you safe and that idiot was going to be your side as king.” Taehyung gestured to the door. “If he got the slightest taste of power, he’d become dangerous. At the very least he didn’t have enough soldiers to fight back.”

“But his people loved Yuto,” Althea said. “That was the point to find someone who was easy. Now we’re risking rebellion and war.”

“Saoshima runs on trade, you know that, it doesn’t have a military to save its life.” Taehyung shook his head.

“That’s not the point, you killed the man in anger. It’s cruel.”

Taehyung raised a brow. “I’m cruel now?”

“When you do things like this, yes it’s cruel.” Althea attempted to keep her voice steady even though his gaze looked like he was peeling her skin to show the truth. “Killing in cold blood.”

“I saw the way you were dancing with him.” Taehyung walked closer, the shadows of the room making his features harsh as he towered over her. “You’re saying you didn’t want me to be angry?”

Althea scoffed lightly. “You are not blaming me for your behaviour.”

“I do everything else under your orders, what’s different about this?” Taehyung muttered.

“I didn’t order it.”

“You didn’t want to go to bed with him.” He leaned in, nose just nudged against hers. “You didn’t even want to marry him. You wanted to check off a list.”

“It was a strong alliance,” Althea whispered.

“And now the kingdom is yours. No alliance required.” Taehyung’s eyes flickered down to her dress. “Did you mourn in front of everyone?”

Althea narrowed her gaze. “I didn’t want him to die. Especially not in that way, you could’ve make it quick.”

“That was a misstep.”

“A misstep?”

“Am I going to be punished or are you going to take Saoshima for yourself?” Taehyung asked with a touch of impatience.

Althea frowned. “I might just do both since you’re set on being unbearably brutish.”

“You enjoy nothing less, don’t deny it.”

Althea let out an irritated breath, turning on her heel to leave before Taehyung grabbed her from behind. She tried to pry free but he kept the grip tight, making her groan.

“I can feel when you’re disquiet,” Taehyung whispered in her ear. “And that fool’s charisma would’ve caused us a headache. Killing him was not the only choice, no, but it was the strongest.” He placed his palm over her stomach. “Did you want to carry his children?” He cooed, caressing it and ever so gently moving down to her core, swaying her away from anger. “Hm?”

Althea kept her lips pursed together, still trying to be frustrated. “No.”

“Louder?”

“No,” she said but it was shaky.

“The way he kept touching you, pushing against you, he had expectations.” Taehyung moved his hand up to her neck, stroking her jawline. “He wanted to put a child in you that night. Were you going to let it happen?”

“I’d make you watch,” Althea said to maintain some of her anger but it only made Taehyung chuckle.

“It could be comical to watch you be disappointed.” Taehyung began to untie her outer dress where all the blood dried at the hems.

“You didn’t have to make it so public,” Althea said as her breathing grew ragged from the ghost of his lips down the crook of her neck.

“I suppose that was my own little desire.” Taehyung pushed the sleeves down, letting it drop to the floor before Althea kicked it away. There was still splattering left on her inner dress but it wasn’t quite the weight of the former. “I need to have fun too.”

“I think you have plenty of fun.” Althea turned around but Taehyung kept her pressed close to him. “Tell me the truth.” She kept her gaze fixated on his.

Taehyung’s expression softened.

“Say it,” she said. “Was my monstrous general threatened?”

He smirked bitterly, grabbing her chin. “He’s the one lying in the throne room.”

“So it’s true.” Althea smiled. “It has little to do with protecting me.”

Taehyung kept his lips pursed. “It’s a part.”

“You didn’t want him to touch me because…” Althea leaned in, nudging her nose against his jaw. “Tell me.”

Taehyung took a breath to say something. She saw every conviction in him to maintain the playful attitude of this terrible man who only killed because he liked. Because he could control himself. He raised his chin, his expression growing serious which sent a wave satisfaction in Althea’s body. “I don’t want anyone to touch you like that.”

Althea grinned. “Was that so hard to say?”

Taehyung groaned under his breath, grabbing onto her and pressing her against a pillar. His breath hot against her face as he ripped the skirt of her inner dress.

Althea let out a light chuckle, untying his pants to pull out his member.

Taehyung grabbed onto her thighs, not waiting to slide himself into her.

Breath caught in Althea’s throat as he pushed all the way until she was full of him. She gripped onto his shirt, whimpering as Taehyung thrusted with little mercy. She cupped his cheek.

Taehyung kissed her bottom lip, licking across before becoming rough, impaling her. He kissed her jaw, biting the soft skin of her neck. “You’re mine.”

Althea moaned in response, gripping his hair tight which only made his biting harder.

Red bloomed on her skin. Taehyung hooked her legs over the curve of his elbows, pistoning into her until the sound of their skin slapping echoed across the dark, quiet room.

Althea could only imagine it reverberating down the hallway, the mix of grunting and desperate sex right after her husband was killed. This wasn’t the way she should’ve been seen. If a single disloyal servant came in here, her reputation amongst Saoshima would tarnish. She grabbed onto the pillar, back arching. Moans turned to pleasured cries as the warmth in her lower belly fired.

Taehyung pulled her close again, taking her into a kiss as his moans began to grow desperate, getting closer to his release.

Althea smiled through her kiss. “Come inside me,” she whispered.

“You sure?” Taehyung smirked.

Althea responded with a moan, nodding frantically. It only took a few seconds before she felt him pulse inside her, slamming into her as warmth filled her womb.

Taehyung rested her back onto the pillar as he filled her to the brim, moaning against her cheek.

Althea threw her head back, her entire body trembling and pulsing against him.

Taehyung pressed his forehead against hers. “Peace treaties, this time. No more fucking marriages.”

Althea laughed breathlessly. “I promise.”

-

Morning arrived with a lightly aired tension as the Saoshima soldiers and council members awaited for Althea’s announcement on what was to be done with Taehyung. The captain spoke for them again, his eyes still darkened and suspicious when he looked over at Taehyung.

Althea wore black to ensure that people knew she was in mourning while Taehyung did away with his armour.

“What is your decision, your Majesty?” The captain kept a level of respect towards Althea, despite looking like he wanted to kill Taehyung.

“General Taehyung will be suspended for his actions and kept in the tower until the year of mourning is over,” Althea said.

The captain didn’t look pleased. “Killing a king is cause for the death penalty. Only a year of imprisonment?”

Althea sighed. “As it stands, your military prowess isn’t strong enough to hold trade protection. And General Taehyung has the most experience in that area. I still need him to train any future generals.”

“We’ve done well for our trade protection,” the captain said.

“A few of your ships have been raided just this month.” Althea waved her hand. “Pirates find your ships easy to attack. You need stronger naval protection.”

The captain stayed silent. “And I can be assured that this pardoning of the general has nothing to do with any…personal feelings.”

Althea leaned forward. “Would you like me to make it personal?” she asked.

“I am only assessing.”

“Right,” she smiled as she rested back. “Then I suppose we can also assess the flower boats floating near Saoshima.”

The captain’s brows relaxed, eyes flickering around the room. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Althea waved her hand, beckoning one of the nobles to open a stack of papers. “We have reports of young girls and boys being forced into so-called flower boats so officials, including Saoshima military guards, are able to have services performed outside of jurisdiction.” She placed an unblinking gaze on the captain, watching sweat pearl on his temple. “I may be a new queen, captain but I do know what I’m doing. Care to explain?”

The captain blinked shakily. “Those cases do not hold in this territory.”

“Yes, but this also indicates that the people of Saoshima aren’t as trusting of their nobility and royalty as it may seem. You disguised forced labour and violence under a pretence of good business,” Althea explained.

“Even with all that, your Majesty.” His tone turned bitter. “Widows of our king will have no power over Saoshima. That is not how our succession works. It will go to the king’s nearest of kin and nothing else.”

Althea hummed. “Then it is truly a tragedy that you don’t have strong naval protection.”

Confusion for a moment. Then a darkened realisation waved over the captain’s face. “You’re lying.”

“It was either this or you embarrass yourself in a war you wouldn’t have won,” Althea said in a calm tone.

“You conniving bitch!” the captain raised his sword.

In a flurry of black, silver swords brandished in the daylight and private throne room splotched with blood. Taehyung’s own sword sliced through the captain’s neck and his head rolled in front of Althea onto the table.

The Saoshima officials trembled and yelped at the sudden violence.

“We serve the queen!” One of the officials cried out, bowing terribly and almost falling over. “We serve the queen, please!”

“Taehyung,” Althea called out.

Taehyung and his army paused immediately as the puddle of blood spread across the stone floor.

Althea put on a kind smile for the officials. “Don’t worry, gentlemen, you can safely return home with compensation.”

The same official smiled with shaking breath as he tried to pick up his robes so the blood wouldn’t stain the fabric. “You are most kind, your Majesty.” He bowed again. “Most kind.”

They were escorted out of the throne room in silence while the servants hurriedly tried to clean off what was left of Yuto’s chaperones. Althea dismissed the nobles, leaving only her and Taehyung in the room.

“All yours, your Majesty,” Taehyung cooed.

It was hers. Not a kingdom. An empire. 

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utopic desire I — jjk

Plot: Under an elist system of Vampires, Jungkook is torn between his old values and the lowest ranked Vampire he begins to fall for.

Pairing(s): Vampire!Jungkook x Vampire!OC

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Series

Genre: Supernatural/Vampires | Angst/Fluff/Smut

Tags & Warnings: discrimination, explicit smut, angst, coarse language.

Authors Note: this is a repost after my break since I’m not really going to convert this one to original fiction. So enjoy to those who missed it! I’m doing it in parts cause posting big posts on Tumblr sucks. 

“Glasses, five o’clock.” Yoongi muttered mostly under his breath but enough for the group to hear before taking a small sip of his reddened whiskey.

Belle felt a light rumble in her belly at his words, turning her head a little to see the male sitting quietly at the bar counter. Blue sweater with some light wash jeans, thin rimmed glasses and slightly long messy locks hovering over his temples. The tiny pout on his bottom lip only added to what an adorable specimen he was. “Jeon?” She smirked.

Yoongi shrugged mimicking the little curl on her lips as his eyes flickered to the side to get another look of him. “Hangs around with the pure bloods a lot. Must be a favourite source.”

Jungkook was the quietest whenever Belle noticed him in the pure blood crowds and with the way he held himself, it didn’t seem like he was much of a power in the group. One of the vampires who she knew was called Vira always clung to him which she could only assume meant he must have been her human.

“Could be fun annoying the shit out of Vira.” Belle mused.

“Or dangerous.” Jimin spoke up, finger tracing the brim of his glass with the drink barely sipped on. “Pure bloods don’t like us meddling.”

“They don’t like it when I meddle.” She corrected.

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