Kiyoomi likes to pretend things bug him more than they do.
Miya Atsumu screaming his name across the volleyball court? Yeah, loud, but he’s grown used to it.
Bokuto squeezing him into a spine crushing hug after an important win? The bruises are made with love.
You?
“What’re you doing?”
“Sniffing you.”
You being obsessed with him? Yeah. Hates to admit it’s endearing.
He opens his arm a little to gaze judgmental at you, neck craning slightly as a brow quirks. Sure enough, there you are, nose buried in his ribs and breathing in and out peacefully. You’re smiling happily, arms wrapped low around him as you just breath him in. Literally.
He’s not even sure if you can breath. But you don’t seem too concerned.
“I thought you were a bug,” he teases, the small puffs of your breath and small nudges of your nose breeding goosebumps.
You shrug, “I guess I am bugging you, so.”
“You always kind of bug me.” He smiles and pulls you back closer to him, only this time, your face buries under his arm, and he yelps at the strange feeling. “The hell?”
“Let me die here,” you say simply, your head taking advantage of the previously stretched arm to rest in the curve of his underarm. “You smell so good.”
He rolls his eyes and stretches his arm out further as to not pin you where you lie, “I showered, but that’s not the point. Why the hell on this rotten, decaying earth do you feel the need to fucking sniff under my arm?”
“Don’t question my desires.”
“Of all the desires you’ve demanded from me, this is the absolute most feral,” he says, trying to hide his laugh. It doesn’t really bother him that you’re… residing there, it’s just an interesting choice given the fact that he’s got two arms that are more than ready to hug you like a normal person. “Cant you just go back to biting me?”
You don’t waste a second before humming out a content, “I could bite you here,” before biting his ribs and making him squeak at the ticklish feeling.
“Don’t do that!” He whines, but more snickers come out when you continue to nibble the sharp bones of his ribs and your hair ruffles against the curve under his arm. He tries to squirm but your arms are locked tight around him; he hates you for it. “I hate you! I hate this!” He titters.
“No you don’t,” you say knowingly, smiling before sucking a faint hickey against his butterflied skin. The area around is going to be littered with the slightest little red marks from your previous deviance, and it’ll stain the skin before fading come nightfall.
And he’d be a dirty liar if he said it bugged him.
Summary: Suna isn’t entirely sure why he’s driving at the peak of midnight to your place – a place that is almost half an hour away – to kill a fucking cockroach.
Content Warnings: friends with benefits, friends to lovers, fluff, smut (MINORS DNI), angst, realisation of feelings, suna’s perspective for the most part, cockroaches, unedited work
Word Count: 5.7k words
Author’s Notes: The final part. Beware of graphic description of a cockroach.
Not going to lie I lost motivation to finish this series up but I’m glad I did.
This is part 4 of a series, but it can be read as a standalone. Here’s part 1, part 2 and part 3.
FOR THE PAST SIX NIGHTS, YOU HAD BEEN PLAGUED BY THE SAME REOCCURRING SINFUL DREAM.
dream. these were no ordinary dreams. a lucid dream you dare say– but no, they were real. you knew they were. his presence, his touch had been very real.
you’d wake up in your bed, enveloped in a blood-red hue flooding through your windows from the crimson-hazed sky. sweat glistened on your skin, covered by but a thin silk white slip-on nightgown that clung to your braless and pantyless state like a second skin.
you were in your bedroom, but it was not the one you knew. you were not in the world you were accustomed to. the stifling heat of the room and the hellish state of the world outside mildly alarmed you, you being accustomed to this disposition after waking here for days.
this was the least of your worries.
your biggest one being the horned man in the corner of your room. you could never let go of the terror that struck your heart at the sight of him. there he always stood, shirtless, head pressed against the tall window pane obscured in the shadows of your room. unmoving.
even with your vision restricted by the lack of natural lighting, it was hard to miss the distinction of muscles that graced his tanned back. he dawned black slacks that sat low enough on his hips you could see his defined v-line. his feet bare.
ও summary. you work for an anonymous phone sex business on campus, andyou would have never guessed that your first client would be the Atsumu Miya—most popular guy on campus who sits three seats ahead of you in calculus. and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know you exist. | wc.
cw/ tw. college au. nerd!reader, volleyball player Atsumu, phone sex, dirty talk, mild hurt/comfort, miscommunication, fraternity parties, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, strangers to lovers
ও featuring. Atsumu x Fem!Reader
ও an. okay, i turned my self-indulgent fic into a multi-part fic:) please comment on this post if you’d like to be tagged. NOTE: the Taglist is closed
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
Please remember to read all content warnings before proceeding.
Part One—You get your first caller, and can’t tell why he sounds so familiar…until you do.
Part Two—After weeks of phone calls, you get to know Atsumu which makes pretending a little more difficult.
cw/ tw. tba…
Part Three—Things get even more difficult when Atsumu needs help with his homework before his next game, and who better to help him than the class tutor.
cw/ tw. tba…
Part Four—The truth always finds a way of coming out.
synopsis♱ ‣ atsumu has unintentionally stood you up on more than one occasion and you’ve finally had enough
cw♱ ‣ angst, hurt/no comfort, sfw (he’s still perfect to me)
word count♱ ‣ 1.1k words
author’s note♱ ‣ my deepest apologies for this piece that I wrote while my hormonal depression was acting up. hopefully the atsumu smut *wink* I’m working on will convince you all to forgive me for this horrible crime.
Your heels click on the tiled floor as you make your way to the living room, boisterous laughter and the sound of the tv resounding through the apartment.
You stop short once you reach the group of men who are glued to the video game displayed on the television, in different states of disarray across the couch and floor, before you’re noticed by Bokuto.
“Y/N! You’re home!”
That alerts the remainder of the audience to your presence and 3 pairs of eyes flash towards you.
“Baby! Welcome home! Where did you go looking so pretty?” Your boyfriend exclaims with a shit-eating grin that you so badly wanted to rip off of his face.
your heart just about bursts from your chest as you spot suna through the bathroom mirror. he’s standing there with a few tufts of hair that appear to have developed minds of their own, and you can see subtle red creases on one side of his face.
“jesus, we need to get you a bell,” you mumble—to yourself more than anything. your eyes gloss over his reflection before focusing back on your own, and you resume your nightly routine without a second thought.
“why are you getting ready for bed without me?” he questions, leaning his head against the doorframe as he gives you the blankest of stares.
“rin, you were sleeping. i know better than to wake the beast from his slumber,” you laugh.
“tch, i’m not that bad, am i?” he feigns a frown, pushing himself off the frame and shuffling over to you. the warmth of his bare chest engulfs you as he snakes his arms around your torso, pressing a kiss into your shoulder. “besides, i was resting my eyes, not sleeping.”
you feel him smirk against your skin—both of you knowing damn well those are his famous last words.
“does it really mean that much to you?” you ask, emphasizing the sarcasm in your voice to hide the fact that you actually want a genuine answer.
you don’t get one—at least not at first. instead, he tightens his grip on your waist, just enough to allow him to spin you around to face him. he pulls upwards, a silent invitation for you to sit on the countertop.
“be an angel and sit still,” he says, more than aware of the effect that little nickname has on you. his fingers delve into the cream that now sits in your lap—bringing a small amount to your face.
he stares for a moment, love and admiration swirling around in his pupils as he embodies the definition of heart eyes. he wipes his fingers onto each of your cheeks, using a hand on either side to rub the moisturizer in for you.
“yes,” he blurts out.
“yes what?” you tilt your head at him. he exhales, tilting your head back to its original position so he can finish working in the product.
“it does mean that much to me,” he responds, delicately running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. he battles the grin forming on his face, but the one that you’re wearing right now is so perfect—it’s not even worth the fight. he finds himself leaning down, possessed by his love for you, chasing that euphoric feeling of your lips against his.
he kisses you—so hungrily that your back presses against the mirror and you have to place a hand behind you for support. he pulls away with a pant, giving a few more quick pecks to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. there’s that look again—love, admiration, and—mischief?
before you can so much as blink, he’s dipping his entire hand into your beloved moisturizer, taking out a huge clump, and smearing it onto your face with a devious smile.
MSBY STAR SETTER, ATSUMU MIYA, SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH A FAN — click here to read more!
"other fans are quick to notice that the person atsumu miya was seen holding hands with (and scandalously kissing, see page 12!) as they walked down the streets of shibuya is someone frequently spotted in the crowds of their games, interviews, and other meet and greets."
"okay, firstly," atsumu narrows his eyes, "that is a horrible picture of us."
he feels a migraine coming on as he stares more and more at the stupid article, the urge to roll his eyes coming around every few minutes as he keeps on scrolling to read more of it.
"and second," he scoffs, "scandalous? they called that kiss scandalous? i barely even kissed you - are these people twelve?"
you sit across from him on the kitchen table, smiling lightly as you nurse your cup of coffee.
it's certainly been an eventful morning already, completely ignoring the fact that it is only ten am, and yet everyone you know has already called and texted you at least twice to inform you about the "scandalous" article currently trending on twitter.
"god, these people are insane." atsumu groans, his eyebrows furrowing together in tightly knit frustration.
"we just got called scandalous for holding hands." he scoffs, loud and clear, a stark defeated look on his face, "imagine if they saw us kissing - and not that pathetic ass kiss they keep talking about, because i barely kissed you in that picture."
'that picture' he keeps mentioning, it's one of the few things in the stupid article that you actually ended up liking.
it was a cute picture.
atsumu was holding your hand, his jacket on you and in return, your backpack on him. he had pulled his mask down to his chin, a stupid grin taking up most of his face, and with his free hand, he had you face cupped closely as he kisses you.
it isn't a deep kiss - thank god for that - but it was one that the two of you loved to give each other anyways.
"you're famous now," you smile, shrugging lightly as you take a sip of your coffee, "it's the price you pay."
atsumu groans, "the price i pay for playing volleyball is never getting an ounce of privacy again?"
and you nod, the same smile on your face, "we always did say we prefer staying in bed."
atsumu isn't stupid.
he knows this "fame" his career is bringing him is more or less a good thing. he's so excitedly grateful for all of it - the fans, the autographs, and sometimes, when they're not weirdly stalking him when he's with you, he appreciates the handful of paparazzi too.
but, all he ever wanted to do was play volleyball.
the fame thing just so happened to be a part of it.
"i don’t want to be famous." atsumu tells you.
"i'm afraid if you show people a very attractive man playing a sport that requires him to be in shorts, they're going to make that man famous." you muse, and he is very glad that at least one of you is relaxed about this.
he looks at you, placing a hand on his chest as he fakes a deep frown, "you mean to tell me that all they care about is my looks?"
and you say, mirroring the way he stares, "didn't i tell you that that's also why i married you?"
atsumu laughs, and suddenly, his phone is plopped down on the table, leaving it (and the article) behind as he gets up from his seat to walk over to you.
his hair is still a bedhead mess, but coincidentally, it matches the rest of his outfit perfectly.
as he walks to you, he certainly does make an old pair of boxer shorts and a ratty, gray sweatshirt look like they belong on the new issue of a GQ magazine.
if only the paparazzi could see him now.
"you only married me for my looks?" he repeats what you said, his hand still over his heart as he fakes a hurt expression.
you look at him, eyes crinkling, "what else was there to marry you for?"
and atsumu scoffs, standing in front of you, taking hold of your free hand and pulling you up to your feet.
he tilts his head, "uhm, hello? my awesome personality? my kickass talent? my amazing hair?"
"you're so humble too, don't forget to add that," you tease, and like instinct - more of a habit, really - your arms link together on the back of his neck, easily matching the way his arms cradle your waist.
and it's just a second.
just one second of forgetting about this mess of a morning, just one second of forgetting about that stupid article or the fact that the two of you may never go out in public again without being stalked.
it's just one second for the two of you.
"i'm sorry you got dragged into this." atsumu tells you, and he looks at you the way he always does, so much stars in his eyes.
you smile, eyes crinkling, "well, apparently, i'm your biggest fan."
and atsumu groans again, his eyes rolling in annoyance as he's suddenly reminded of that annoying headline.
"miya-san, can i please get an autograph?" you tease, pitching your voice a little higher as you laugh.
and honestly, you expected atsumu to have a good comeback to that — probably something about you being called his "fan", or worse; something about his stans on the internet treating him way nicer than you do now.
but he doesn’t say any of that.
all he does is smile — like all you could ever do is make him laugh — and after that, he doesn't waste another second, he brings his head down to you, and as you’re laughing, he kisses you.
eyes closed and all, he kisses you, and it's nothing like that weakass kiss the paparazzi took a photo of — this one is entirely different.
it's slow, but he's not dragging it out, his eyes are shut but the edges crinkle together as he smiles against your lips, and each move of his hands are only made to pull you closer.
you pull away, "ok — that was definitely way nicer than an autograph."
"hm, i wish they'd gotten a picture of that." atsumu says back, the frown on his face easily replaced by a proud smile.
and you tease, "it’s so scandalous."
and he tells you, with the same tone as the one in your voice, "we’ll show them how scandalous we can get."
atsumu’s decided — no matter how tempting this whole ‘fame’ thing is — he’d trade it all away just to be able to kiss you again like that in public.
you bring your hands away from his neck, this time placing them on his chest, and you look up at him, "what're you gonna do about the article?"
and he tells you, honestly, "i have no idea."
"meian said it'll probably blow over in a week but," he shakes his head in annoyance.
and you finish his sentence for him, "but we're probably never gonna be able to hang out outside again."
"i could always," and he pauses, shrugging lightly as he shoots you a look, "i don't know, i guess, i — we — we could always —"
and he doesn't know how to finish what he wants to say, but you know what he means anyways.
there’s a reason why everyone on the internet still thinks of you as a "fan", and that’s because, you and atsumu both knew how complicated it would be once he’s signed by a major company, and it isn’t just his name thrown in the mix.
so technically, to the crowd, atsumu miya, star setter of the MSBY JACKALS, is a bachelor – but to you, his team, and everyone who personally knows the both of you — he is, and always will be, your husband.
and for the longest time, for atsumu, that meant having to sneak around just to meet you in cafés, his wedding ring hidden in a band under his shirt, and always keeping at least six feet apart in official photos.
you tilt your head, "are you sure?"
and atsumu looks at you, "i've always wanted everyone to know."
(you know that.)
"i just never made them disclose it ‘cause it will complicate your life too."
(you know that too.)
"you get that right?" atsumu takes a step back.
he tells you, "your name, your information - they’ll all eventually find that out - you won't just be the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan' anymore."
you can tell that he’s been thinking about this a lot, and honestly, everything he’s telling you now does make you a little bit nervous.
and you like the way your life is right now, but you certainly don’t appreciate getting stalked by people with cameras while you’re on a date.
he refuses to look at you, so you put your hand on his face, gently making him see you.
"as much as i love being the 'sexy, cool, and mysterious atsumu miya fan', i think i'll like it more if the world knew that we're actually married." you roll your eyes, and your shoulders rise with a laugh as atsumu chortles.
his eyebrows furrow.
so you grin, "and honestly, i think it’s time they know that in reality, you are my 'cool and mysterious fan'."
he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly as he teases, "you forgot to add sexy."
and you smile, teasing and all, "did i?"
needless to say, numerous calls will be made that day — one of them being the very awkward phone call to his coach and publicist regarding something about "clearing things up" involving you, and a wedding ring.
All or Nothing tells the story of seven seemingly ordinary men and the women they fall in love with. However, not everyone is who they say they are and it’s getting harder to tell friend from foe. The shadow organization they belong to spans from government to private health care to illegal arms deals. How far is everyone willing to go to protect what means most to them?
a/n ⟶ In order of being written. (Hobi and Jin’s might be released at the same time since their stories are intertwined. Same thing with Jungkook and Jimin’s.)
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You never expected to enter an arranged marriage with the man who broke your heart six months ago. However, when his parents reach out to you after the death of their eldest son for an agreement that will help protect them and their only living son, as well as help your business grow internationally, it seems too good to be true. The more you delve into the Min family empire, the more things aren’t as they appear. Perhaps Min Yoongi isn’t the man you thought he was. Which only leaves two questions. Who the hell did you marry and what have you gotten yourself into?
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’re finally in a relationship with the man of your dreams but everything gets turned upside down when one of his best friend’s is accused of assassinating a politician. Not any regular politician. Jin’s political rival. For some reason, Namjoon is set on hiring you as Hoseok’s lawyer. Maybe it’s because you’re damn good at your job or maybe it’s because your sister is already married into the organization. Either way, you have an obligation to do everything you can. The pressure is on but the more you associate with Jin, the more his political career is at risk.
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Soonest
The Authority | JHS
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!military captain!hoseok x spy!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, crime, political thriller, espionage, established relationship, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ What happens when the love of your life is wrongfully accused of political assassination? Pure fucking chaos. Not only is his military career on the line but because of your association with him, you’ve been blacklisted from your job. Out in the cold is no place for a burned spy. You’ll have to learn to rely on those within his organization for safety. As well as the work of the bright new lawyer brought on to defend him, who just happens to be your best friend’s sister.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ After your family tried to unsuccessfully take down his family and their criminal organization, both your parents decide it’s better to make peace in the form of an arranged marriage. What happens when he finds out you’ve been informing of your family’s activities for years to police? And do you betray your new husband and his friends?
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Sooooon™
The Ambitious | KTH
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!arms dealer!taehyung x criminal!reader
𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 ⟶ mafia au, fake dating au, crime/thriller, strangers to lovers, smut, fluff, angst
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’ve always been a loner and always worked alone but when you get caught in a police raid while you’re trying to steal the annoyingly handsome, slightly too cocky arms dealers merch. What do you do to protect yourself? Pretend you and him are a couple that were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, the both of you must keep up the charade during the police investigation. That’s if he doesn’t annoy you to death first.
Series Masterlist ⟶ Coming Later
The Assessment | JJK
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⟶ mafia!mercenary!jungkook x detective!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’re tired of running into dead ends and leads trying to take down one of the biggest criminal organizations in Korea. You go against your boss’ orders and contact a private security firm to help you. Little did you know the man who offers you help belongs to an even bigger criminal organization that no one can confirm it exists. However the more you work together, the more you discover that maybe there’s more to him than his criminal affiliations.
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 ⟶ You’ve been in love with him your life. You’ve both grown up within the same criminal organization however you took on different career paths within the org. You run the more public business: the soup kitchen, children’s centers, medical charities, homeless shelters. While Jimin runs the more notorious business: the casinos, strip clubs, money laundering. However, when a nosy detective sticks her nose in where it doesn’t belong, the two of you do everything in your power to protect your family.
synopsis:
› there’s an obvious difference between being solely fuck buddies and fuck buddies who are slowly getting emotionally attached to one another. unfortunately for you and jimin, it seems like you’re falling in the second category. so, what’s the solution to not be in that kind set-up anymore? you stop being friends with benefits, of course. and for jimin, that means you don’t see each other for sex anymore. you actually move forward and date for real.
pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 7.1k
rating: 18+
content: fluff | smut | friends with benefits au | established relationship au | college au | romcom-ish | this is just a very light fic tbh, kinda feels like pwp or fluff without plot sjdjsk | yn and jimin are just head over heels for each other | we’re highlighting the beauty of ✨ communication ✨
warning/s: swearing | sexual jokes & banters | explicit sexual content| dirty talk | fingering | finger sucking | hand job | oral (f. receiving) | protected sex | vanilla sex
255.
It’s a simple distress call, a simple code that you and Jimin created to know when to help the other was they were in need, a simple combination of numbers that when typed and sent to the other party, would be fully understood as three simple words—no further explanation needed, no more questions asked.
synopsis:
› there’s an obvious difference between being solely fuck buddies and fuck buddies who are slowly getting emotionally attached to one another. unfortunately for you and jimin, it seems like you’re falling in the second category. so, what’s the solution to not be in that kind set-up anymore? you stop being friends with benefits, of course. and for jimin, that means you don’t see each other for sex anymore. you actually move forward and date for real.
pairing: jimin x reader
word count: 7.1k
rating: 18+
content: fluff | smut | friends with benefits au | established relationship au | college au | romcom-ish | this is just a very light fic tbh, kinda feels like pwp or fluff without plot sjdjsk | yn and jimin are just head over heels for each other | we’re highlighting the beauty of ✨ communication ✨
warning/s: swearing | sexual jokes & banters | explicit sexual content| dirty talk | fingering | finger sucking | hand job | oral (f. receiving) | protected sex | vanilla sex
255.
It’s a simple distress call, a simple code that you and Jimin created to know when to help the other was they were in need, a simple combination of numbers that when typed and sent to the other party, would be fully understood as three simple words—no further explanation needed, no more questions asked.
– he finds himself falling for a girl who runs her own nsfw account. despite her outlook on relationships and love, he is determined to crack her cynical exterior. what she didn’t expect was for him to succeed.
pairing: dancer!jimin x camgirl!reader
fic type: social media au
side ships: definite taekook. more to arise
genre: smut, angst… and some fluff
status: completed
A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. please be very vocal abt ur thoughts, good and bad! it gives me motivation to continue!! if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask!
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please note: every chapter will contain mentions of sexual themes or sexually explicit content, so they are not appropriate for readers under 18 years old.
Link to the fic on AO3
TEASERS
Jeon Jungkook
Min Yoongi
Kim Namjoon + application
Jung Hoseok
Kim Taehyung
Kim Seokjin
Park Jimin
STORY
Week One
The Night Before
Day One
Day Two
Day Three
Day Four
Day Five
Day Six
Day Seven
Week Two
Day Eight
Day Nine
Bonus Content One
Bonus Content Two
Day Ten
Day Eleven
Day Twelve
Day Thirteen
Day Fourteen
Week Three
Day Fifteen
Bonus Content Three
Day Sixteen
Day Seventeen
Day Eighteen
Day Nineteen
Bonus Content Four
Bonus Content Five
Bonus Content Six
Day Twenty
Bonus Content Seven
Bonus Content Eight
Bonus Content Nine
Bonus Content Ten
Day Twenty One
Week Four
Day Twenty Two
Day Twenty Three
Day Twenty Four
CONFESSIONALS
By Week: One, Two, Three, Four, …
By Gentleman or Lady: Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, Y/n
Staff confessionals
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All works on this list are copyright 2020 @honeymoonjin all rights reserved.
“ A phrase describing a pair of lovers whose relationship is often thwarted by outside forces. The term encompasses other meanings, but originally means the pairing is being “thwarted by a malign star” or that the stars are working against the relationship. ”
word count: 12.9k (once again, back in that 12k territory i didn’t mean for this)
related works: see Masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au
Continuation of Fifth Act: Diligence
A/N: WOW, SO I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN. THIS WAS HARD BUT I DID IT. WOW. I should’ve known it would take long T^T but here it is finally!! Thank you all so much for your support once again!! <3 I hope this chapter won’t disappoint! T^T
long·ing | \ ˈlȯŋ-iŋ
: a strong desire especially for something unattainable
guardian demon!Jimin x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst, comedy, supernatural
word count: 4.9k
Related works: See Masterlist under guardian demon!Jimin
POV switch for Jamais Vu
A/N: IT’S ANGSTY LOLLL woops and a little longer than i had planned tbh but i hope you enjoy it all the same, because this will give you some insight when the tone shifts in the next couple of chapters :DD Again, thank you SO SO SO much for the wait and support! I love you all!! I hope you like this chapter! 💜💜💜🥺🥺🥺 (also, without meaning to, The Truth Untold really fits as an OST here… LOL)
Author’s Note: This will be a Drabble Series. The next one will probably come out very soon and I will get a masterlist together. I was so excited, I haven’t even made a proper banner yet… Thank you @xjoonchildx for listening while I freaked out about this idea. Thank you @ppersonna @taetaewonderland and @lemonjoonah for being your awesome selves at all times…
Genre: ABO/Werewolf • Fantasy
Rating: Mature (some later installments will likely be Explicit)
Warnings: mentions of mating, claiming, and scent marking, ABO/Werewolf sexual dynamics, I think that’s all for this installment…
Word Count: 1000
The whispers and gasps were deafening. Reverent silence utterly shattered.
“This cannot be right-”
“It can’t be him-”
It was supposed to be Namjoon. And in the incredibly off chance that it wasn’t - then it was definitely Jungkook.
Not Jimin.
Never Jimin.
Most people had trouble even believing the youngest Park was an alpha…
Let alone The Alpha.
Everything up to this moment had gone according to plan.
Twenty years ago a new Luna had come into the world; the latest in a line of powerful Omega women.
Silver hair. Silver eyes.
There was no mistaking the new moon princess. You were utterly exquisite from the day you were born.
And the ritual of a Luna’s ascension was intimately familiar after hundreds of years.
Every step planned and expected. Every outcome predicted.
On the midnight of her twentieth birthday, a Luna, the true born moon princess, came of age.
Her wolf would emerge and change her body, heightening her senses for the first time.
And for the first time, she would know the scent of her mate.
The Alpha.
The next king by right - by divine mandate.
And there was no question who it would be.
Kim Namjoon was the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, the largest - the most absurdly obvious alpha in the entire pack.
Everyone knew what would happen. It was so predictable that some people hadn’t even bothered to attend the ceremony.
First, the elders would bring you back to the sacred circle after your change.
You would be blindfolded to ensure that your eyes would not deceive your other senses.
Then, the unmated alphas would line the circle’s perimeter, watching with bated breath as you were guided toward the center by the chief elder.
Finally, you would breathe deeply and approach Kim Namjoon, following the ancient pull of a mating bond that bound you to the one true alpha of your pack.
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